Page 32 of Forced Bratva Bride

I can’t. But I also can’t sleep with all of this tension in my body.

I roll onto my back and close my eyes, letting my mind drift over the memory of her against me, and the way she tasted.

I push the door of the changing room open and she jumps in fright.

“You can’t be in here, Maxim,” she says angrily.

“I told you if you disobeyed me again, there would be consequences.”

I step closer to her, my body pressing against hers as she backs up against the wall. The tiny bikini she is wearing hardly covers anything at all. “There is no way in hell I would let you wear this in public,” I snarl, pulling the thin strings. They snap lose and the bikini top falls to the floor, revealing her beautiful, round breasts, slightly pale compared to the rest of her tanned skin.

I run my hand over them, and she tries to push me away.

I grab her wrists and pin them against the wall above her head.

“When will you learn to obey me, my love?”

“When you make me,” she purrs, arching her back and pressing her hips against my already throbbing cock. A deep moan rumbles through me, and I run my hand over her waist, lifting her leg to wrap it around me. My fingers trace across the warm, soft skin of her thigh, toward her pussy.

I run my hand over her bikini bottom, feeling the heat between her legs.

She purrs again and lifts her face towards mine. Her lips brush over my mouth, teasing me.

I lean harder into her, my mouth pressing against her as I slip my fingers beneath the fabric of her swimwear and slide them inside her.

She moans and rocks her pussy against my hand.

“This belongs to me,” I say, pressing my fingers deeper into her. “You belong to me.”

She lets out a little whimper and closes her eyes. My cock is so hard it's threatening to tear the fabric of my pants.

I slide my fingers out of her and pull my belt loose. She watches me with hungry eyes as I unzip my pants and my cock springs free.

Her breath catches in her throat, and I grip my cock in my hands, rubbing it over the fabric of the bikini.

Then I grab the thin string, tying it to her and rip it, letting it fall to the floor and leaving her naked, her beautiful body pressed against the wall, trapped beneath mine.

I lift her with both hands cupped under her ass cheeks, and she wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck.

“If you're a good girl, I'll let you feel my cock inside you,” I whisper against her ear, and I feel her entire body shudder against mine.

“I promise I will be good,” she breathes.

“Tell me what you want, my love.”

“I want your cock inside me.”

I press my hardness against her pussy.

She holds her breath, waiting tensely.

I push into her, my cock slowly penetrating her, and she lets the air out of her lungs as relief rushes through her. She wants me so badly.

I begin to thrust into her, pressing deeper and deeper each time as her pussy clamps over my cock.

I pull her legs wider open, moving faster, thrusting harder.

She lets a short cry escape her lips, a muffled attempt to stay quiet in this very public place.

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