Page 34 of Hating the Bratva

I look into her eyes, waiting for a response.

“What do you want, Bunny?” I ask before slipping a finger inside of her. She sucks in a breath at the intrusion. She’s already so tight just around one of my fingers. I begin to finger fuck her, and she lifts her hips as if trying to get more. I add a second finger, and she freezes. I wait until her body relaxes again before moving in and out.

“What do you want?” I ask her again. My dick is so hard at this point it’s embarrassing, like I’m a teenage boy and not a grown man.

“You,” she moans. I remove my finger and shift to line my cock up with her entrance. She grabs my biceps as I begin to push inside. She’s so fucking tight that I know I won’t last long.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

She nods, and I continue to push inside of her. Her nails dig into my arm, but she doesn’t tell me to stop.

“You okay?” I ask once my dick is fully seated inside her.

She bites her lip, and my dick twitches in response. I reach between us to rub her clit, and she seems to relax a little. The stillness is damn near killing me.

“I need to move, Bunny,” I say.

“Okay.”

I thrust painfully slow while continuing to rub her clit. Her body relaxes more until we’re both on edge. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me close.

“Shit, Alek…”

“Come for me.”

Her legs shake, and I increase my speed. She digs her nails into my back as her walls clamp around my dick like a vise.

“Alek…” My name on her tongue sends me over the edge. I pull out and come all over her body, marking her as mine.

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