Page 16 of Forced Bratva Bride

All of the tension caused by my teasing during the reception comes ricocheting back at me. And I lose control.

I move my head towards his, and his lips crash into mine.

He presses harder against me, and I feel his body responding, his cock hard beneath his pants.

I run my hand over his chest, down his body, and move my fingers to his groin, feeling the size of him, teasing him over his pants.

He growls and pulls me away from the closet.

He pulls his shirt off as his eyes consume me. He steps close again and kisses me with more fire, more intensity. My body is screaming for him.

I feel his hands brush over the lace ribbons of my wedding dress, tugging blindly, frustrated.

Then he stops and spins my back toward him as he begins to unlace me, slowly, pulling each twist of the ribbon loose as I arch my back toward him, impatiently wanting him to devour me.

The silence in the room is heavy, our breathing all we can hear, both of us tense and desperate.

I keep telling myself that I don’t want to do this, that I don’t even like him, but it isn’t working. Every cell in my body wants him. I can’t deny it or even try to fight against it.

Then I feel the wedding dress loosen and slip down my body. I wiggle as Maxim pushes it over my hips, and it flops onto the floor around my feet.

I hear a deep moan vibrate through him as he sees my lacy lingerie for the first time.

He spins me around to face him again, cupping my breasts in his hands before letting them trail down my waist, over my hips, then lifting me into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist as he carries me toward the bed, his lips locked onto mine again.

He drops me onto my back and stands over the edge of the bed as I admire his sculpted chest, the muscles carved out perfectly. He stares at me, undoing his pants, pulling them off, and I can’t take my eyes off the size of his cock as is jumps free from its restraints. I could feel he was big when he pressed against me, but he isn’t just big, he is enormous.

Naked, he drops his body over mine, his hands and eyes taking in every inch of my lace-covered body.

The way he looks at me, the way he admires me, hungers for me—I've never had someone see me that way before, and it's driving me crazy.

I grab his shoulders, sinking my nails into his skin as feral energy takes over me. I pull him toward my lips again so I can feel the heat of his kiss.

His tongue slips into my mouth, and his hand drifts between my legs, pulling the lace aside. His fingers dip into my pussy, and I moan against his mouth at the sensation of having him inside me.

He breathes deeply, then whispers against my mouth, “You're soaking wet.”

His fingers move out of me, and I feel him gripping the delicate lace of my panties. In one swift movement, he tears them, taking me by surprise and making me even more desperate.

I feel his cock against my pussy. I lift my hips, unable to wait a second longer.

He slides into me, slowly at first, but then as I gasp, he thrusts.

I tilt my head back as he wraps an arm behind my back and pushes all the way into me, growling deeply at the sensation.

He fills me up and stretches my pussy wide open. His breath is hot against my neck as he begins to pound into me. I cry out, digging my nails into his back, and let him take full control of my body, the pleasure becoming all that I can focus on.

He fucks me for ages, my pussy becoming more and more sensitive to his movements. I feel my legs begin to shake, and he grabs my thigh, wrapping his long fingers around my leg to push my legs wider apart. He fills me up even more, and soon I am crying out at each thrust of his cock inside me.

My breathing comes faster and harder. He continues to fuck me, and my entire body starts to shudder.

My pussy throbs over his cock, pulsing and tightening, and suddenly my orgasm crashes over me. He moans loudly as he thrusts again, and I feel him exploding inside me.

For a moment, we lie in silence, wrapped up in each other, and then as the heat of it all begins to fade, I am filled with immense regret.

I cannot believe I gave in to him so quickly. I didn’t mean to sleep with him. He manipulated me into this entire situation—the marriage, the sex, everything.

I bite my lip as he lifts himself off me, rolling onto the bed next to me and trying to pull me against him.

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