Page 59 of Kidnapped Bratva Toy

“Pietor, I, umm…”

Her words trailed off, and I could see the intrigue behind the nervousness of her stare. I slipped my briefs down, sweeping up next to her to shove her panties down. Billie let out a delightful yelp, and then her hands went to the hem of her sports bra, pulling it over her head.

Slipping behind her, Billie facing a wood bench that would come in quite handy, I reached between her legs, toying with her slit. She let out a low moan, her head falling back onto my shoulder.

“Don’t worry, love. It’s locked. Maybe next time, though.” Her pussy was soaked around my fingers, and I slipped inside her, hooking up into her G-spot.

Billie arched against me, her hips pushing back into mine. The swell of her delicious ass pressed against my shaft, and it twitched, hungry to be inside her. I continued to pump in and out of her, and Billie was moaning up a storm in seconds. The feeling of her constricting around my fingers lit me up, and my cock throbbed all the harder.

“Bend over that bench and put this pretty pussy on display for me.”

Whimpering, Billie leaned forward, yanking down her bottoms and planting her hands on the bench. She arched so that her hips tipped up. I stuck my foot between her feet, kicking her stance wider. Her pussy dripped for me, the slick folds glistening in the harsh light of the locker room.

“Goddamn, Pietor. Just fuck me.”

I reached around her face, flattening my palm against her mouth. “Hush, precious. The only sounds I want coming out of you are screams.”

She bit down on my flesh—hard enough that I knew she wanted to play. Pulling back, I cracked my hand down over her ass, making her yelp. Sinking down to one knee, I hovered my mouth over her seam, breathing against the heated, swollen folds.

“So fucking pretty.”

Billie’s legs trembled, and she whined in a long trail of sounds that were as close to speaking as she could get. Chuckling, I swiped a finger through her slit, holding her open for my tongue, and dove right in.

She cried out for me, and I gripped my cock inside my pants viciously with the other hand, stroking slow. It wasn’t long before my efforts had Billie coming all over my tongue, and I just lapped it up, continuing to please her so that she’d climax again and again for me.

Her pussy pulsed and fluttered, her breaths heaving as her legs shook even more. It was a damn delight to see her like this, to have her, and my chest squeezed as that same thought roared through my head when she’d first mentioned going in as bait.

I pumped my fingers harder, needing her to feel me down to her bones, and then I stood up, grabbing Billie’s hair and making her arch up as I fucked her tight slot with my fingers.

“If you get hurt in there. If fucking Cohen lays a single fucking finger on you, and I could have stopped it, I’m going to lose it, Billie.”

“I won’t—”

Her voice was strained from the angle, but I held on. “Do you hear me? Nothing can happen to you, Billie. I fucking need you here—with me. If Cohen touches you, I’m going to tear his fucking arms off.”

She came once more, her body squeezing down on my efforts, and my cock jumped, needing to be inside her. Hell, I was dripping from the head, and the pulse in my shaft was so strong it nearly hurt.

“I swear! I won’t let him near me! Fuck!”

Everything about Billie contracted, clamping down like a vice, and I yanked my fingers free only to replace them with my cock as I swiftly pulled it free. I drove myself inside, all the way up to the hilt, and fucked with everything I had.

Billie’s body welcomed me in, clamping down around me as she flared higher into the mesmerizing sensations. Goddamn, I loved the feeling of her around me. She was the best fucking lay of my life—mine from the second I saw her—and I knew this was different down to my core.

We were different, Billie and me. We were it—the end game and I wouldn’t let anyone take her away from me, no matter what that took.

Pistoning my hips harder, I planted a foot on the bench, angling myself deeper. I wanted to forget where I ended and she started. Billie’s hand circled around behind her, gripping my hip.

“Pietor, oh fuck, oh God…”

I pulled her up against me by her biceps, her back crashing into my chest. “I can’t prove God, Billie. But this is real. What this is between us cuts harder and deeper than anything I’ve known.”

Thrusting into her, I pinned her to me. Billie screamed just like my good girl, and her walls hugged me as I sunk even deeper until I was bumping into her cervix.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

She yelped as I bucked forward with one rough shove. “Ah! I’m yours!”

“Again!”

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