Page 91 of Arranged Bratva Virgin

“All day?” I breathe as he thrusts up into me, burying his cock deep inside me.

“All day,” he growls, thrusting again.

His hands wander up over my body, his fingers leaving trails of heat wherever he touches me. I arch my back and push my pussy against him, wanting to feel all of him inside me. He grabs my waist and thrusts deeper into me. “You want more, baby girl?”

“I want all of you,” I whisper.

His jaw muscles clench with lust and he begins to fuck me harder and harder. I can feel every inch of him as he fills me up and then pulls out, leaving me begging for more before thrusting into me again.

I cry out with each thrust, overwhelmed by pleasure.

I can feel my pussy begin to pulse over his rock-hard cock.

"I’m going to come.” I say breathlessly.

“Look at me, I want to see your eyes,” he commands.

I stare straight into his beautiful amber eyes as my pussy begins to wave and pulse over him as my orgasm crashes through me.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful,” he growls as he explodes inside me.

We sit breathless and grinning in the back of the limo.

It comes to a stop outside my brother’s house.

“Oh, fuck.” Stefano laughs.

I leap off his lap, giggling and grabbing my dress, pulling it over my head as Stefano quickly pulls his pants closed.

“I didn’t factor in that it was a pretty short drive.” He grins as we pull ourselves together.

“Are you ready?” I can’t stop giggling.

“Are you going to be able to hide that incredibly guilty smile on your face?”

“Nope,” I admit, grabbing his face in my hands and pulling him towards me for a kiss.

His lips move passionately over mine, and for a moment, I am completely lost in him, and everything, absolutely everything in my heart is overflowing with happiness.

When he pulls away from me, I whisper, “I love you.”

He runs his fingers through my hair, straightening it for me. “I love you too, baby girl. More than you will ever know.”

We climb out of the car, and he grabs my hand, pulling me back towards him.

“Marry me,” he says with urgency.

“We are married,” I laugh.

“No, marry me again. This time with everything the way we want it. Our wedding. A real one. Marry me again?”

I grin. “I would love to marry you again.”

He picks me up in his arms and kisses me.

I am the happiest girl in the entire world.

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