Page 51 of Used By the Bratva

The vanity creaks as her body rocks between it and my face. She moves faster. Her inner walls clamp down around my fingers as she comes, coating me in her wetness.

I keep plunging in and out of her, rocking and massaging, drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible.

When her body relaxes, I pull out and stand up, claim her lips, and let her taste herself.

My hands sink into her hair, pulling her closer as I trace the seam of her lips with my tongue. Natalie sighs, her mouth parts, and her tongue searches for mine.

As we kiss, I nibble her lower lip, lift her, and carry her out of the bathroom toward our bed.

She moans as I lay her gently on the bed. Hovering over her, I run my fingers along the side of her face, trying to commit every inch of her skin to my memory.

I kiss just below the corner of her eye before traveling lower, working my way to her jaw and down to the tops of her breasts.

My lips trace a path up the other side of her face as she reaches for my towel and flings it to the side.

With a low moan, I pull her up a little, helping her slide out of the robe.

The feeling of her warm skin pressed against mine has my cock throbbing. I want to be buried in her as soon as possible, but I want to savor the moment, too. This is our wedding night.

What kind of man would I be if I didn’t make this the best night of her life?

“You have no clue how long I’m going to keep you up tonight,” I rasp before sucking one of her nipples into my mouth.

I take special care of the peak, flicking my tongue over the sensitive skin, grinning into her when she moans and rolls her hips beneath me.

“I need more,” she says, breathless, as she looks at me with nothing but lust shining in her eyes. “Please, I need to feel your cock inside me. No more teasing.”

“Right now, all I want to do is tease you. I want to hear your whimpers over and over as.”

Her hands slide over my shoulders, and her nails trace patterns into my skin. “No teasing. I need you.”

“Getting impatient.” I chuckle.

It’s hard to resist her when she tells me she needs me.

As carefully as possible, I lift her and slide a pillow under her hips to raise her so that the angle is deep without having to put pressure on her stomach.

I pull her closer to me and drape her legs over my hips.

The head of my cock is leaking as I inch it into her. “Fuck, Natalie. You feel so damn good.”

“More.” She slides her hands up my arms, fingers tracing over the swirling black ink on my bicep. “I need more. Don’t hold back.”

“I’m going to hold back tonight,” I smirk and lean down, kissing her as I sink my cock the rest of the way into her sweet heat. “Don’t worry, Natalie. We’ll play again later when you and the baby aren’t so breakable. Right now, though, I just want to enjoy the feeling of you coming on my cock.”

Her legs shake, ankles locking behind me. “Please. More.”

“Greedy girl.” I pull all the way out before driving myself back into her.

She fists the sheets, and her back arches off the bed as I keep rocking my hips, moving harder and faster as her pussy pulses around me. Her inner walls flutter around my cock as her arousal soaks me.

“Oh, Leon.”

“Good girl. Keep coming for me.”

My cock stiffens and throbs, my muscles cording as my thrusts slow.

I come as she lets go fully, her screams filling the room as we orgasm. She keeps squeezing around me as she rides out her release, the lazy roll of her hips matching my slow thrusts.

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