Page 31 of The Bratva's Pregnant Bride

PJs? Are you ffucking kidding me?

It was annoying that she had chosen those on this night, a night she'd never forget. Well, she didn't know that yet. I had big plans for her and despite the stupid Pj’s, she somehow managed to get me hard. She still looked gorgeous as hell.

She went to the other side of the bed and brushed her hair over one shoulder. I watched as she stroked her side of the bed with one hand and was about to lie down when I called her attention.

“What are you doing?” I asked, looking at her with a frown.

“What does it look like?” she asked rudely, picking up a pillow.

“Drop it,” I said, and there was a good deal of authority in my voice.

She looked at me angrily, but without saying a word. She knew better than to challenge me, so she dropped the pillow and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Now, get over here.” I pointed to my side of the bed.

Reluctantly, she obeyed and stood as instructed.

“Take off your shirt.”

“Excuse me?” she asked, and I could hear from her tone that she was offended.

“Take off your shirt,” I repeated.

“I'm not some doll you can undress at will—”

“—Take … it … off.” I stood up and put my hands on her waist. She mumbled something as I pulled her close to me and pushed her onto the bed. She looked at me in disbelief. “You're my wife now, I want to see everything of you,” I announced and added: “And now take it off.”

“I hate what you make me do. I hate how you make me feel.” She huffed, and her nostrils flared.

“Liar. You want me … and you know it.” I grumbled as I realized how her eyes fixed on the outline of my hard-on through my skintight boxers as I knelt over her. She finally gave in and took off her shirt.

“Hmm. Much better,” I said, staring at her plump breasts with delight. Her breasts had become fuller, and I assumed it was because she was pregnant. “You look so fucking sexy.”

There was something in her eyes that told me she loved my compliments, and again I followed her gaze to my boner. “You know what else would be sexy…?”

She stared at me blankly, the wave of passion washing over her face, but she tried not to show her vulnerability.

“... Seeing you naked,” I blurted out and her breasts heaved. Without saying much, she let me undress her and leaned backwards, resting on her palms, and stared at me like a seductress. The look was inviting, especially with her legs crossed. She could refuse and struggle with me all she wanted, but one look at her was enough to see her lust and longing for what I was going to do to her.

“Spread them apart …your legs.” I commanded.

She obeyed and lifted one in the air, then placed it opposite the other so that I had a clear view of her well-shaved pussy. She was already getting wet. I licked my lips seductively as I leaned forward and pulled her legs over my shoulders.

She made no sound, but I knew by the way her body shook that she was aroused and awaiting my next move. I took my time teasing her to make her want me.

My lips kissed her thighs, bit them deliciously, her body tensed and a soft mewl escaped her.

I gently pulled back her clitoral hood and revealed her swollen clit. She moaned loudly when she felt the tip of my tongue on her and gasped when I grazed it with my teeth.

My saliva drooled down her pussy and mixed with her wetness. Slowly, I slid my tongue over her vaginal opening and circled around it. She moaned louder, arching her back and pressing herself against the sheets beneath her. I ate her pussy, sucked her, and enjoyed her juices.

Her hands fisted into my hair, held my face pressed to her center. She wanted to feel my tongue inside her and I wanted to do just that.

I yanked her closer to me by her thighs, forcing her to jerk at my roughness. A squeak came out, proof of how much she loved this action. In mid-air, I hooked her legs vertically over my head so that I had better access to her vaginal opening.

When I thrust my tongue into her, she moaned, twisting, and writhing in ecstasy.

“Oh, fuck, so good,” her sweet gasp sent a wave of pleasure to my cock, which was already hard as steel.

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