Page 37 of Forced Bratva Bride

I can’t have my workers hearing these beautiful sounds. These sounds are for me, and only me.

I thrust harder.

She cries against my mouth. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her tightly against me.

Even my kiss is not enough to silence her, so I clamp my hand over her mouth as I begin to fuck her harder than before. Her body jolts as I slam my cock deep into her. Each time I penetrate her, a muffled cry sounds against my hand.

“Be quiet, babygirl. No one else deserves to hear your pleasure but me.”

But the harder I fuck her, the more she moans, so I continue to smother her mouth with my hand.

“Your pussy is perfect,” I whisper in her ear as I pound my cock into her as deep as I can, filling her up and possessing her in every way. “I waited too long to feel you again.”

I can feel her losing herself to me. She tries to push her legs open wider and press her pussy against me even more, her legs starting to shake, and her eyes shining brightly as she stares up at me.

I can feel how close she is to the edge.

“Come all over me, drench me,” I demand.

Her pupils dilate, and I press my hand harder over her mouth, knowing she won’t be able to hold back.

She tilts her head back and I feel her pussy clench around me. She pulses and throbs over my cock as she explodes, her loud moan is silenced beneath my hand. I erupt inside her at the same time.

When we are both spent, I stand with my cock still inside her, catching my breath and feeling the waves of her body against mine.

Being with her this time was even more mind-blowing than the first time on our wedding night, and I feel shaken by how incredible it was.

Last time we were together, she quickly got the upper hand and asked me to leave. It stung, and I don’t want that to happen again.

I step away from her, pulling out of her, and start to button my pants.

If she sees how much that meant to me, she might use it against me somehow, or act cold again. So I try and act causal.

“Thanks for distracting me with sex,” I smirk.

She tilts her head and her brows knot together. Disappointment flashes over her face, and I instantly regret saying what I just said.

I know it was more than that. I should have just kept my mouth shut.

I am about to try to recover from my stupid comment, but my phone rings.

I answer, my eyes still on her as she slides off the desk and pulls her dress down over her legs.

“Yes, you can let them in. I'll be out in a second.”

“My clients are here,” I quickly tell her. I can’t dwell on what I said now, I need to attend to this. “Come, let’s go greet them.”

“Alright,” she says, politely. “Um, do I look like a mess?”

“No, you look absolutely beautiful.”

She smiles softly, and I feel relieved.

We step out of the office together, and I see one of my guys leading the clients into the warehouse. I place my hand on her lower back as we walk toward them.

The two men are dressed in very crisp black suits.

They are very wealthy buyers, here to find out more about the products we smuggle, and hopefully to place an order.

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