Page 60 of Kidnapped Bratva Toy

“I’m yours, Pietor! So fucking yours!”

Billie’s movements changed as she began to fuck back against me, riding my cock and sending her fabulous tits bouncing. I could feel her grind against the piercing at the back of my shaft, and I upped the pace. Our furious thrusting created a sinful music of pleasure that filled the locker room walls, echoing off the tile and marble.

I was sure nearly everyone in the house could hear it. Good. Let them know she’s fucking mine.

Pummeling her, our pace became frantic, both of us searching out that perfect release and connection that everything in our beings craved. My chest squeezed again, and an odd burn in my eyes blurred my vision.

I needed this fucking woman like I needed air, and damn, I hated this thought that she was going to be going into Cohen’s office alone. I would be nearby, of course, but dammit. What if I didn’t get to her in time?

“Say it again. Say you won’t get hurt,” I growled, a fire growing low in my belly.

“I won’t get hurt! Ugh!” Billie’s head fell back as I fucked up into her as she slammed down, and then I dropped one of her arms, reaching for her clit and stroking. “I’ll remember what you taught me!”

“You’re going to fucking listen to me from now on, aren’t you? Aren’t you?!”

Aggressive did little to describe the way I worked over her pussy, and Billie cried out so beautifully.

“Ah! Yes! I promise to listen to you! Pietor, please!” She shook her head, and I could hear the tears in her voice without seeing her face. “Please, I can’t—”

“You’re going to fucking come for me.” Shoved in deep, circling my hips to rub the blunt head of my cock and its jewelry across her sensitive walls. “And then I’m going to fill you up like my good little girl.”

Billie was a mess of screams and cries, wailing for me. My cock surged, thickening inside her as the familiar burn coursed through my blood. I was damn close, and I needed that tight pussy of hers to squeeze me, to beg for my come. I flicked across her clit before pinching the skin between my fingers.

In a massive cry, Billie orgasmed once more, her entire body giving way to the euphoria and intensity. She went rigid as her body reeled, needing me to hold her up. Needing me.

A shockwave of pleasure roared through me, and I fucking came—every drop of come milked out of me with the force of a 50-caliber rifle.

We slowed down, but I didn’t want to let go. I knew exactly what we were meant to do after this, and sure, I’d said my piece to an extent. Still, I didn’t think Billie—or hell, myself, for that matter—understood just how serious I was.

Leaning over her back as we sunk down to the floor, I didn’t let myself slip from her, needing that warmth around me just a little bit longer. My breaths shuddered out of me, and something behind my ribs cracked.

“You can’t…don’t get fucking caught up by that bastard.” I pinched my eyes shut as I pressed my head to her back. “Don’t let how you saw him fool you into thinking he won’t hurt you.”

And then Billie floored me like a Mac truck versus an insect. She twisted over her shoulder, using that impressive flexibility of hers to face me as she swung her leg over my head. She stayed locked around me and took my face in her hands, staring me dead in the eye.

“I care about you, too, dummy.” She leaned forward, kissing my lips gently but with so much something behind it that my head spun. “It’s insane. I know it is, but I don’t care. I’m right here, Pietor. I’m not going away, even after this is done. All right?”

Fucking hell. Is that what this is? I…care about her. Well, shit.

“I’m not used to this, Billie. You’ll have to forgive me.” While my tone was laced with sarcasm, there was truth behind the words.

“I do.”

Billie smiled, and the easy swirl of her hips, as she tried to adjust, went straight to my cock as I remained sheathed inside her. Billie moaned through a low chuckle, her eyes fluttering closed. I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I reached up to her face, forcing her to look at me.

Those deep brown eyes met mine, and I just…stared. I zeroed in on her, on everything that was Billie, and a gentle rhythm built, stoking the fire that hadn’t quite gone out.

It was slow, though, and…different. We just held each other’s stares, circling our hips as we found the stillness behind the sensation. I took Billie’s chin, leaning in to plant my lips on hers, soft, almost…sweet.

She returned it in kind, smoothing her skin against me as she rocked her hips with me in a purposeful dance. That burn grew in my belly again, and still, even as our breaths mingled together in hungry sighs, neither of us sped up or changed position. We didn’t want to.

“Billie.”

She sighed, touching her forehead to mine, and her pussy squeezed—one long, constant climax that made her melt into me. My cock throbbed with renewed need as Billie’s body took me in and held me. The rise of my release came in a steady wave, filling up my soul until it spilled over.

I came again inside Billie, the pulses of my shaft giving her even more of myself until I was that much more empty. I’d never been this type of spent before, and it felt…remarkable and revolutionary, knocking me on my ass better than any blow ever had.

Billie moaned against me, nuzzling into my neck as her perfect body claimed everything I had to give and more.

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