Page 42 of Innocently Imprisoned By the Bratva

Her eyes widen with surprise, and she breaks into a smile. She places her hands over my ass, and gently pulls me closer. I inch closer, as she parts her legs wider, her hips held slightly above the rest of her body for me to take her.

“You sure?” I ask one last time.

“Mm-hmm,” she mumbles. I can see a flicker of apprehension and nervousness that she’s trying to hide from me, but I reassure her. “I promise, Sweetheart. I’ll make sure I take it slow. You’ll enjoy this just as much as everything else we’ve done.”

I gently ease it in, her body clenching around me. The sight of her biting her lower lip fills me with a need I barely control, but I focus on the feeling she provides me. I want to ram right into her, but she’s still a little resistant and tight. I gently begin to move my hips into a circular rhythm, working my way slowly in. I’m almost in, just half an inch to go, and gently, I slide all the way in. Her eyes widen, and she gasps and lurches, her nails digging into my back. I pause, hold myself in place, and look down at her with concern in my eyes. “Are you alright?” I whisper.

She bites her lips and lets out a small whimper, nodding her head. “Never been better,” she whispers.

Her legs wrap around my waist, her hands around my neck, pulling me closer, and I know that she’s not just surrendering to the passion; she’s giving herself to me completely. That thought fills me with a warmth I’ve never known before.

The moment is perfect. I feel her body respond to my touch, a shimmer of pleasure and delight shining in her eyes. Slowly, I begin to fuck her, moving at a steady pace that builds up her desire. Each thrust brings a soft moan from her lips, a sound that I know I’ll never tire of hearing. My hands hold her soft waist tightly, leaving little marks of white where I touch her.

I look into her eyes, seeing the pure passion reflected back at me.

“Is this how it’s supposed to feel?” she breathes, her voice barely audible.

I smile and kiss her lightly, my voice a harsh whisper against her lips. “This is just the beginning, Sweetheart. Trust me.”

I pick up my pace, thrusting deeper and harder into her, feeling her body responding with every move. I wrap an arm around her waist, lifting her up slightly, giving us both a better angle. Her moans grow louder, and I can tell she’s getting close.

My cock grows harder at the sound. I feel a raw, carnal need for her and begin to drive into her a little faster.

“Oh, Lev!” she moans, her fingers digging into my back, pulling me toward her, urging me to go deeper.

I fuck her even faster. The car shakes from our passion, and I close my eyes, reveling in the thrill of this very moment.

And then, I feel it. “Oh, Lev,” she calls out and clamps her pussy down around me. She closes her eyes, clenching her teeth tight, her nails digging into my back, her legs wrapping around my waist. Her body trembles and jerks, her moans growing more passionate and louder. Her entire body vibrates, and I feel her pussy convulsing around me. She’s cumming.

I feel my release building, my cock aching for release. I thrust harder, faster, feeling her body give in to me. Her eyes meet mine, revealing the raw passion that courses through her veins. Her pussy relaxes around my cock, her orgasm having passed.

“Pippa,” I groan, my voice ragged. “I’m going to cum.”

She nods, her eyes wide with anticipation.

And then it happens. I quickly pull out, and my cock pulses, releasing wave after wave of my cum that drips down her legs. I feel myself collapse onto her, my breath ragged, my heart pounding. I hold her close. I kiss her, my lips soft, her breath heavy.

“You alright?” I whisper, my eyes searching hers for any sign of pain or discomfort.

Pippa nods, her face flushed with pleasure. “I could do this all the time,” she tells me.

I laugh and shake my head. “Little minx,” I give her a small kiss and pull away. I find some tissue, helping her clean up first, before I get dressed.

Chapter 16 - Pippa

“Mmm…,” I moan, licking the bottom of his cock all the way up and then placing the tip on my tongue, ramming it to the back of my throat in one swift go.

He moans and jerks up, his body slamming down against the bed.

“Good morning to you, too,” he mumbles, closing his eyes, letting me take him away in the moment. I continue what I started, my mouth tasting him, teasing him, sucking him.

It’s been two weeks since we first made love, and since then I’m a solid convert. I need him before we sleep, I need him when we wake.

He slides his hands down to my hair, grabbing it into a tight knot, and pushes my head deeper onto his cock. I struggle to breathe as he pulls my hair, his cock throbbing in my throat. I know I'm pushing him to the edge, and it's only a matter of time before he releases.

"Keep going," he orders, his voice laced with desire.

I feel a strange sense of power in this moment, knowing I have control over someone like Lev Zolotov. It's intoxicating, and I can't deny how much I crave it.

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