Page 69 of The Bratva's Forced Bride

He starts kissing down my body, asking with every kiss until he reaches my panties. He kisses my clit through the fabric. “Is this pussy mine?” he asks quietly, smiling up at me.

“It’s yours…” I groan, shifting around.

He buries his face in my panties, licking between my folds with the fabric blocking direct contact.

He pulls the fabric to the side and starts to suck on my clit. I buck slightly and grip the sheets, my hands on either side of my body. He twirls his tongue around it. I can feel his soft facial hair brush against my vagina and legs, and for some odd reason, this just drives me even wilder.

I reach down with one hand and hold his head in place while I move my hips. He obliges and licks me until I’m panting. He brings up his hand and pushes a finger into me, moving it around.

“I want you in me…” I groan.

“Turn over…” he says. He gets up, and I turn onto my hands and knees. He pushes a pillow beneath my upper body and then pushes me gently to rest against it so my ass is sticking in the air.

He gets behind me, one leg resting on the bed and one leg keeping him up. He pulls my panties down but doesn’t pull them completely off.

I wiggle my body from side to side before he grips my hip with one hand and guides himself to me with the other. He presses his dick against me, and I groan as he slowly spreads my hole. I press backward to get him to push in faster, but he holds me in place with both hands now. He rubs circles on my ass and squeezes my cheeks before he slowly pulls out and pushes in.

“Danil… don’t torture me…”

“This is your punishment,” he growls. “For at least a month.” He moves as slowly as he can handle it, and I groan, clenching the blanket in my hands. He picks up a little speed, and then, out of nowhere, he spanks my right cheek.

I yelp and look over my shoulder. “Is that okay?” he asks.

“It’s sexy…” I say. “Do it again.”

He smiles, and he spanks me again. It’s not hard, but sends a tingling feeling through my body. I reach a hand between my legs. I can feel his cock moving in and out of me as I start to play with my engorged clit.

I feel hornier than usual. I put it down to the pregnancy.

He’s losing control. I can tell because he’s picking up speed, pumping his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy.

I feel wild. I want to lose all inhibitions.

I throw my head back and pant slightly. “Danil. I need you to fuck me hard.”

“Where does this come from?” he pants.

“Just do it. Please,” I groan, dropping my head forward and resting my forehead on my free arm.

The bed starts physically rocking as Danil raises himself slightly and starts moving hard and fast. The sound of slapping skin fills the room, and I finger myself faster.

“I want to cum,” I groan.

“Cum…” he breathes. “Do it.”

I whimper and stop touching myself, opting to clench the sheets in my hands and my pussy around my husband's erection.

I shake and cry out loudly as I orgasm, and then he’s coming from an upward angle down, and I see starts as he thrusts hard into me. “I’m coming,” he grunts before he slams into me. He fills me with his cum.

He slams into me again and finally a third time, and he stops, emptying his balls into me.

He lets me go, and I fall to my side. “Now we’re dirty.”

“Oh really,” he chuckles. I get onto my knees and lean forward, kissing him deeply.

“Come shower with me,” I murmur. “Maybe we’ll do more than shower.”

“I’ll eat you in that shower until your legs are quivering and you can’t stand up anymore,” he promises.

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