Page 72 of Innocently Imprisoned By the Bratva

"Patience, Love," he whispers into my ear, nibbling gently on the lobe. "We have all the time in the world."

“Maybe,” I whisper. “But I’d like to get a few more sessions in during that time.”

He chuckles, his voice deep and velvety. "And I thought you were a good girl," he smirks, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But I see you have a wild side, too, Pippa Anderson."

His hands, still hovering over my curves, glide lower, teasingly playing with the hem of my dress.

I squirm, my breath hitching in anticipation. I decide I can’t wait any longer, and I unbuckle his belt, sliding it off. With both hands, I fumble with his trousers, unbuttoning and unzipping him. He lifts himself off the floor just a little to let me slide his trousers off a while.

He watches the way my breasts squeeze between my arms as I play out the motions. I blush and look away.

He leans forward and runs his hands up my thighs and whispers. “You’re stunning.”

Then, he slowly guides me to lie down. My dress lies at my waist from the top, and he lifts the hem up to above my hips. His hands graze the sides of my ass and I lurch from the electric desire pooling through me.

Slowly, he slides down the straps of my bra and pulls it below my breasts, freeing them to his lustful eyes. He watches them sway gently and he can't resist the temptation to reach out and run his fingers over their sensitive skin.

I arch my back at his touch, whimpering softly in pleasure. His hands move to the waistband of my underwear, his fingers teasing the edge, tracing a path toward my belly button. I can feel his breath on my skin, hot and heavy, filling me with desire.

"So, are you ready for this, Pippa?" he asks, his voice a husky whisper.

My heart races, and I can't deny that I want him more than anything. I take a deep breath and nod, my eyes never leaving his.

His hands grip my waist, pulling me closer to him, and I feel a tremendous surge of lust course through me. With a sudden motion, he yanks off my underwear, leaving me exposed and vulnerable to his gaze. His eyes widen, taking in the sight before him, and I can see the hunger and desire in them.

He moves closer, his body heat radiating against my skin, and I can feel his arousal as he presses himself against me. I feel the heat between my legs, the need to be closer to him.

I part my legs.

He notices the movement and smiles tenderly. He now balances himself above me, on his knees and one arm, the other holding my neck. He positions himself at the entrance of my pussy, and I bend sideways, reaching for his cock. I guide it right to the edge of my pussy and look him in the eye, my lips parted, trying to catch the wind that the sight of him knocks right out of me.

In one swift go, his gaze turns downward to where our desire is, to his cock, and he slides it into me. I gasp, feeling full and throbbing with pleasure. He enters me slowly, deliberately, letting me feel every inch of him. My body trembles in reaction to his touch.

"Oh, fuck," I pant, my voice shaking with desire.

He chuckles, a deep and velvety sound that wraps around me like a warm blanket.

"That's not a bad idea," he whispers, his eyes glinting with mischief. "But we'll save that for another time. Right now, I just want to be inside you. I want to make love to you."

He pulls back, almost all the way out, and then thrusts forward again, his cock sliding in and out of me with a slick, wet sound.

I moan, arching my back and gripping his shoulders. He's filling me up in a way I never thought possible, and I'm loving every moment of it.

"You feel so good," he whispers, his voice still deep and velvety. "So tight. So wet."

I moan again, my body moving in sync with his as he thrusts into me with a rhythm that's both primal and tender.

He leans forward and kisses me on the lips, and his hips swivel in circles as he hits every corner, every inch of my walls in slow motion.

The pleasure that seeps through me is so pure, so sweet that tears spring to my eyes.

“Shh,” he whispers, leaning closer and kissing my tears away. “Should I stop?”

“It’s so good,” I moan, letting out one single sob. “Please, Lev, don’t stop.”

He nods in understanding and continues to grind his cock in me. I clasp my legs around his hips and reach down with my hands, pulling his ass toward me, so I can feel his deeper, take him to places no other woman ever has before.

He thrusts into me harder, my walls tightening around him, my pussy throbbing in response to his every touch. My nails dig into his back, leaving marks that he will carry with him for days. I bite my lower lip to keep from screaming out his name, the pleasure building up and up until finally…

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