Page 44 of The Bratva King's Twins

“Isn’t that right?” Ari questioned with a domineering lift to his tone. He slowly moved his finger down until it slipped inside, letting him feel just how aroused I was. He chuckled. “Who has you this wet, sweetheart?”

I swallowed back the dryness in my throat despite the amount of water I inadvertently consumed, dazed by the sensations evoked by his long, skillful finger as his thumb took its place against my sensitive bud.

“You…” I managed to say, leaning my head against the cold tiles slick with condensation. “You do.”

The moment I caught his smug smirk, my stomach did a flip, and my legs weakened. Everything about him was so sensual and obscenely sexy, I could hardly handle it.

“And whose baby are you pregnant with?” he cooed, laying it on thick since he knew just how greatly it was affecting me.

“Yours,” I breathed, giving in to his almost condescending tone due to how worked up I was. How ready I was for him.

Another chuckle came from his chest, startling me from my daze. “That’s what I like to hear. But I suppose that’s enough teasing.”

Even if he had managed to get two fingers inside of me already, hardly moving them at an agonizing speed, I needed more of him. The tension was building into frustration to the point where I didn’t care about the momentary loss of contact as he pulled out.

I could only think about the incoming fullness I was about to feel as a shiver of excitement moved through me.

“Turn around,” Ari instructed, already using his hands to guide me there.

At once, I did as he said, not willing to delay any longer.

I was already panting and squeezing around the absence of his fingers as I propped myself up against the wall, spreading my legs as he nudged them apart.

“Lean forward slightly,” he continued, placing a palm against the small of my back to show me what he meant, easing me into that position. He pulled in a deep, satisfied breath. “Just like that. Perfect.”

Those words seemed to run across my skin, soaking in and surrounding me with his praise as he settled in behind me, holding a hip as he lined himself up.

Ari hummed his appeasement as his head moved through my slick folds, sucking air in through his teeth. His grip on my hip tightened as he pushed his way inside.

My breath cut off at the sudden intrusion, shocked by the immediate pleasure that position gave me. It moved through me and seemed to spark all over, stretching me in a completely different way than usual.

“Fuck,” Ari muttered, holding me with both hands as he sank all the way in, losing himself to the feeling. “You’re tight, sweetheart.”

My heart fluttered at the complete adoration in his voice as he remained there for a moment, soaking in the feeling. But I couldn’t manage any words as I accommodated his sheer size, nearly blindsided by how good it felt.

He cursed again as he held me tight and slowly withdrew his hips, struggling from how tightly I gripped him.

His palm hit the tiles next to mine, needing the leverage to pull out slightly, then shuffled his hand over to intertwine our fingers together once he pushed back in again. Immediately, our groans mingled at the rush of intense pleasure that accompanied his long, yet slow strokes into me, prolonging that blindingly strong sensation.

Ari wasn’t shy about his unwavering bliss as he grunted for me and developed a consistent rhythm with his hips. Water pummelled against his back as he thrusted into me, surrounding us with a thick haze that made it even harder to breathe.

But regardless of the sticky heat surrounding us, I was far too immersed in it to care. I just wanted more of him. I needed to hit the euphoric rush that was waiting for me.

With a strangled moan, Ari rocked his hips against me harder, giving in to his own desperation.

Even if he normally maintained decent stamina, I could tell he wasn’t as confident in his ability to hold out given the attention I had previously given him, which was why he wasn’t holding back. Instead, he set a brutal pace, forcing my lips to part as an endless stream of moans dribbled out of me.

I couldn’t help it, not while he hit me with wave after wave of intense bliss, turning my mind completely useless. It took everything in me to stay standing while he rutted into me, allowing me to feel every inch of him at that angle.

My moans were met with his breathless ones, almost like confirmation, as if he knew just how incredible it was and was aware of how close I was as I clenched around him. He wanted me to know he was right behind me, teetering on the edge with me.

The feeling of his fingers coming down to stimulate my clit sent another rush of intense shock through me, causing me to inhale sharply. He was insistent about it as he circled my abused bud, determined to push me across that line before he crossed it himself.

By then, I was incoherent as I took those brutal thrusts along with the extra pleasure of his fingers. I could hardly think beyond understanding I was close as that pleasant fog consumed me, and I didn’t care to try and achieve otherwise.

I was beyond content accepting his greedy movements and struggling to stand, all while being unable to fight that impending bliss.

Focusing on getting me there, Ari’s pace quickened, shocking me with the power he had left in him. His thrusts were becoming sloppy, and with my ever-increasing slickness, I knew it wouldn’t be much longer for him.

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