Page 36 of The Bratva King's Pregnant Bride

Seeing I wanted her, I gathered her in my arms and moved us to the floor beside the couch. More room to move.

Maya looked at me, seeming to understand my intentions. Slowly, she moved down my body. She kissed the head of my cock, and I reached to play with her nipple. It was supple, not yet hardened to her need for me, but very soon.

Her mouth latched onto my shaft and took me in. She bobbed her head up and down, cutting the breath from my lungs.

How could such an innocent mouth feel so… so divine? Her inexperience showed, but I loved it, wanted more, because it meant that I would be her teacher. She would learn to please only me. That thought had my cock twitching, growing even harder in her mouth.

And, in that instant, I felt her wetness running down my leg as she slowly ground herself against me.

“Oh god…” She murmured, her mouth still full of me. “Dominik… you are going to feel so good inside. I want it. I want it pounding deep inside me.”

Fuck, how was this the same virgin I’d deflowered? She was so naively wanton, and I couldn’t get enough. Ever since she’d moved in, we’d managed to develop a decent routine, even though I knew she still held a part of herself away from me.

But when we were in bed? She was insatiable. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, but she drove me crazy.

“Then come get it,” I growled, and she released my cock with a pop, her lips wet and glistening with my precum.

And, as if to prove her words true, she slid back up my body, straddled my hips, and pushed herself down on my cock with desperate eagerness, giving herself fully to me for the first time, and allowing herself to feel the throbbing cock inside her.

“Oh, yes!” She threw her head back, exposing the column of her neck to me. Her movements were slow and seductive, almost demanding that I held her there, pushing myself deep within her. I obliged her demand with ease.

I loved seeing her in this position, in this different role. I had never seen her look anything less like an inexperienced girl.

I grabbed her waist, pulling her closer, urging her to take me deeper. We kissed desperately, and I almost pulled away, but I needed to give her a taste of her own medicine. I needed to give her what she desperately needed: love and affection.

So, I pressed my fingers against her pussy as I pounded my cock up inside her. Our tongues tangled with each other, the sweet taste of her mouth and the musky sweetness of her pussy overwhelming and overpowering my senses. I was lost in her pleasure, in this moment where everything was perfect. Nothing in the world mattered except making sure Maya got what she needed.

I felt her grip tighten around me, her legs start shaking; however, before she came, she turned towards me, burying me deeper and deeper within herself, her entire body quivering in orgasmic release.

She wrapped her arms and legs around me like a vise as she seductively moved her waist in circles.

Our eyes locked. Hers were filled with desire, her face flushed red from exertion and exertion alone. Our tongues met hungrily as our bodies rocked against one another.

The sensation of our joining, one so familiar to me and yet so foreign to her, caused us to become increasingly wild in our movements. In fact, our entire bodies were shaking as we both struggled to maintain control.

After a few moments, I asked her as she moved, “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she said as a moan escaped her mouth.

We kissed passionately, hungrily. I loved tasting every inch of her delicious mouth. As usual, her hair smelled sweet, a mixture of her favorite strawberry shampoo, lavender soap, and her natural musk.

I cupped her breast, squeezing lightly, eliciting a soft whimper from her mouth as my thumb brushed against her taut nipple. The little gesture made Maya’s eyes flutter open, as if waking up from a wonderful dream.

“Please Dominik… Please fuck me harder please.” She begged as she moved faster against my cock.

I groaned in pleasure at the urgency in her voice. If I didn’t hurry it would all be over before she reached another climax. I didn’t want her to stop once she started, though I was sure she could see the urgency in my own eyes. It showed how needy I was, and that made her desire me even keener.

I ran my fingers through her hair and pulled her face to mine, kissing her softly. “Are you happy?”

“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes glistening with need.

I cupped her bottom and lifted her, bringing her down on my cock again, enjoying her wanton moan. I moved to grab her breasts, making her gasp for air. “Little mouse,” I whispered, “do you love me?”

My question made her pause, and I held my breath.

Me, Dominik Sharov, holding my breath, waiting to hear this woman give me an answer that would either break me or make me. I’d always wanted her.

I’d only realized it was love when Mike had taken her. Whatever kind of love it was—twisted, possessive—I just knew I felt it only for her.

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