Page 60 of Owned By The Bratva King

As I slide into Quinn's waiting pussy, I can't help but let out a low growl of bliss. She's so fucking tight, her walls gripping me like a velvet vise, my every nerve ending on high alert as I savor the feeling of being buried inside her.

She gasps as I fill her, her hips bucking up to meet mine as we begin to move together. Our bodies are perfectly in sync, our movements fluid and instinctive as we lose ourselves in the rhythm. Her muscles ripple around me, pulling me deeper as we race towards our release.

"Fuck, Quinn," I growl, my hands roaming over her body. She's so fucking beautiful, her skin glowing with sweat as she writhes beneath me. Her big tits bounce with every thrust, her nipples hard and pink, and I take one in my mouth, sucking and teasing it as she moans my name.

"Oh yes, Roman, like that," she cries out, her hips bucking as I lavish attention on her breasts. "I love the way you fuck me."

Her dirty talk only serves to turn me on even more, and I pick up the pace, slamming into her harder and faster as we both chase our release. Her muscles squeeze me even tighter, pulling me deeper as she gets closer to orgasm.

"That's it, rusalka," I whisper in her ear, my breath hot and heavy. "Come again for me. Come all over my cock."

With one final thrust, she unravels, convulsing around me. I pull out and pin her with my weight as she rides it out.

I'm not done yet, and I lift my body, rolling her onto her front. The sight of her buttocks, so round and perfect, is enough to make my cock throb with need. I give it a playful smack, and her flesh jiggles with the impact.

"Ohh, that hurts," Quinn says, looking over her shoulder at me.

I smile and massage her flesh, sliding my fingers over the reddened skin. With her prone beneath me, I rest my hips on the soft cushion of her ass and slowly guide my cock toward her entrance, savoring her warmth enveloping me as my girth opens her up.

From this angle, I can see everything. The way her ass moves with each thrust, her pussy glistens with wetness, and her core tenses. Her tight pussy gripping my cock in this position is almost more than I can handle. Every movement sends a shockwave through me, my orgasm building once again.

I prop myself up on my hands as though I'm doing push-ups and slam into her with a ferocity that I didn't know I possessed. Her body trembles beneath me as she nears her own release, and I know I won't be able to hold out much longer.

I bottom out hard and cry out as my orgasm powers through me, my cock pulsing inside her as each surge floods her with my come. Quinn gasps into the couch cushion as she climaxes for a third time, her head rolling as she shudders with ecstasy.

Our bodies are entwined, hearts beating in sync. I keep her close, my lips pressed to her hair, breathing in her scent.

This is where I belong. No matter what the future holds, we'll face it together. The fire almost tore us apart but also forged an unbreakable bond between us.

I can face anything if I have my wife by my side. And for the first time in my life, I allow myself to believe that love doesn't have to bring pain.

With Quinn, I am home.

46

The next morning…

Quinn

Iawaken to the sound of Roman’s steady breathing. We’re in his bed, and he’s wrapped around me, his arm draped over my hip.

If it wasn’t for the stench of smoke in my nostrils and his ring on my finger, I’d swear I’d dreamed yesterday’s events.

I stretch, and Roman stirs. He smiles sleepily at me as I roll to face him.

“Good morning,” he says, kissing the tip of my nose. “How are you feeling?”

“Achy, and kinda gross,” I reply.

He rolls onto his feet, reaching for me. “Me too. Let’s go.”

He leads me into his ensuite, and I’m astonished. The shower is a walk-through with a tropical rainfall effect. He hits a button, and steam jets release a cloud of fine mist that smells of frangipane and vanilla.

“I never use this fancy shit.” He takes my hand and pulls me under. “What do you think? Can you get used to a life of luxury?”

I cup my hand and catch a handful of water, splashing it over my face. “I think so. You know, if I work hard at it.”

The hot spray streams over his nakedness, and I realize that, for once, I don’t mind how I look. Not that I need to worry; he’s staring at me, slack-jawed, and I can’t resist a giggle.

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