Page 66 of Owned By The Bratva King

He pulls his fingers free and grabs me by the hips, pulling me towards him. I balance on the tips of my toes, one leg still on the floor, and Roman's fingers dig into my flesh as he positions himself behind me, the tip of his rock-hard cock teasing my wet pussy.

I moan as he rubs up and down my slit, spreading my arousal and driving me wild with anticipation.

With one swift movement, he thrusts into me, filling me completely. I cry out, my body responding to the sudden invasion with a rush of heat that radiates from my core.

"Oh fuck, your pussy is addicting." He begins to move, pulling out before plunging deep again. "I'm a lucky man."

His hand traces a path down my spine, coming to rest at the puckered entrance of my ass. I tense up, but he doesn't push it.

Instead, he makes small circles, firing the sensitive nerve endings. He presses insistently, and I feel myself relax as he slips inside.

It's as though time is slowing down. Roman eases off and moves slowly, and I squeeze my muscles, feeling his cock and thumb even more.

I push back on him, urging him deeper. The sensation is intense; his girth is almost painful, stretching my internal walls and sending me spiraling towards the edge. I moan, my voice echoing through the room as he thrusts into me.

He pulls his thumb from my ass and reaches for my clit, rubbing it in time with his movements. I start to come undone, but to my horror, he stops and withdraws from my spasming pussy.

I look over my shoulder at him. "Roman!" I cry. "Don't stop fucking me. I need to come. Please!"

"Rusalka, you have no idea what you're doing to me," he replies. He slowly teases my entrance, the swollen head nudging against my tight ring of muscle. "But I can't let your pussy squeeze my cock like that, or it'll all be over, and I wanna fuck your ass."

He begins to push forward, inch by delicious inch, and I hiss through my teeth, the burning stretch giving way to deep, searing pleasure.

It feels dirty and wrong but so damn amazing, and I moan as he eases deeper inside me. Roman winds my hair around one of his hands, the other wrapping my throat.

"You're my slut, Quinn." He nudges his hips, bumping against me. "Touch your clit while I rail your asshole."

He starts off slow, but it's not long before he gets carried away. His thrusts become more urgent, more demanding, as he buries himself to the hilt. I can feel every vein and ridge of his cock as it slides in and out of my ass, and the friction is indescribable.

He grunts with each thrust, his grip on my waist tightening as he fucks me harder, and I rub my clit, chasing my orgasm.

"I'm gonna come," I gasp.

Roman squeezes my neck, his fingertips like brands on my tender skin. Then he lets go and slaps my ass firmly, the pain melting into liquid ecstasy, and I fall apart as I come, my asshole spasming.

"Holy shit," he cries, his breathing ragged. He withdraws his throbbing member from the tight clench of my ass, my body trembling with the sensation of his thick shaft sliding out of me. He yanks me to my feet and spins me around, lifting me onto the counter.

"Legs wide. Do it!"

With a low growl, he grasps his cock in his hand and begins to stroke it, his fingers working furiously as he gazes down at my spread-open pussy.

I'm awestruck at the raw desire in his eyes, the primal need to claim me, to mark me as his own. At his peak, he throws his head back, and warm spurts erupt from the tip of his cock, landing on my rosy pussy lips.

Roman kisses me deeply, his tongue delving into his mouth, then stares into my eyes as he plunges his fingers into my depths, coating them in his sticky come as he pumps it into me.

"I can't wait until you're off your birth control." His thumb swipes my clit, and I flinch as he rubs the still-sensitive button. "I'm gonna breed you. Fill your fertile pussy with my come every day. You want that, Quinn? For me to fuck my baby into you?"

Jesus. That's so possessive, so unhinged, but damn. The thought of being filled with his seed, of carrying his child? I never thought something like that would do it for me.

"Yes, I do. Oh, Roman," I arch my back, pressing against his hand as he works his fingers deeper into me, "I'm gonna come again."

"Come for me, my beautiful wife."

The pressure builds, and my body is on the brink of release. With one final, deep thrust, I feel myself explode, my pussy clenching as waves of rapture wash over me.

He pulls his fingers out of me, our come mixed together, and brings them to his lips, licking them clean. He offers me his finger, and I suck it, fascinated by the taste.

"How's that for frosting?" he says, kissing me. "I don't know whether I prefer you glazed or cream-filled."

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