Page 33 of Unwilling Bratva Bride

I was so blown apart by his words and the way he manhandled me I’d do whatever he wanted at this point. I was raw and exposed and so vulnerable to him. I could hardly tell what was up and what was down, and all I knew was that I needed this.

I needed Ivan to claim me like this, needed to feel desired and worthy and satisfied for once in my miserable fucking life.

He continued the delicious torture on my nipple, and I couldn’t stop myself from rocking my hips back and forth, my folds gliding across his erection as I did. It felt devious and wonderful, and I ached for him to fill me up.

“That’s my good, little slut. Rub that pussy all you want on my cock.”

Blanching, my eyes popped open at the reality of how wanton I was being, and I stopped, gasping slightly.

“Oh, feeling shy all of a sudden?” He pinched my nipple again, pulling my head to the side by my hair. “Don’t fight what you want, Adley.”

I trembled, shaking my head for who knew what reason. A ragged whine left me as Ivan smacked the sore nipple he’d been abusing, and his hand dragged down my stomach before finding my slit and spreading me open.

“Ivan!” I cried out, his cock now briskly rubbing against my clit as he thrust his hips. “Oh, God. I..I…I’ve never…done anything like this before.”

He chuckled behind me, still stroking his erection against my clit. “Done what, sweetheart?”

I moaned as the sensations built and sent me straight to the edge.

“I’ve never…Ugh, oh, God…I…”

“Use your words, sweetness.”

But it was damn-near impossible with Ivan’s dick sliding against me like that. My clit burned, an orgasm poised right in the tip, and my legs shivered as Ivan kept up this new method of torture.

“I’ve…Ugh.” I was so damn close. “I’ve dated like…two people. It wasn’t…It wasn’t like…this.”

Ivan jutted his hips forward, forcing his cock through my folds hard. “This?”

“So…intense.”

That gorgeous, sadistic chuckle sounded behind me again, and Ivan brought his mouth to the shell of my ear.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I promise to fuck the memory of anyone’s cock but mine from that pretty little head.”

With that, Ivan shoved me back down to the bed and sheathed his erection up to the hilt in my throbbing pussy. I came immediately, clamping down around him as my clit pulsed. It washed over me like a shot, like a drug, and I was utterly blown apart by the feeling of his thick length stretching me.

“That’s it, baby. Come on my dick.”

He started up a brutal pace, and I moaned shamelessly as Ivan thrust in and out. The ridges of his thick cock rubbed against my walls, and he shot his hips forward in a hard smack that had the blunt head of his dick hitting my cervix.

I cried out, gripping the sheets until my knuckles ached.

“Take it, sweetness. Take my cock like my good girl.”

His fingers dug into my hips as Ivan barreled into me with everything he had. The hedonistic sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room, backed by my endless moans and whimpers. Ivan grunted as he pressed in deep, bottoming out inside me. The sensation was maddening—the stretch, the fullness—I didn’t know if I could stand it.

“Ivan! Fuck, please, it’s too much.”

One hand went to my hair, gripping it as he held my hip again. The other cracked down over my ass cheek, and I jumped, forcing Ivan deeper as my skin burned.

“You’ll take it, sweetheart. You’ll take every fucking inch.”

The pummeling onslaught kicked up, and my body exploded again, screwing up tight as the wave of pleasure rocked me to my core. My pussy ached and burned, but dammit, I wanted more.

“That’s it, precious. Ugh,” Ivan grunted, his cock swelling even more. “Yeeesss. Fucking hell. That tight pussy is gripping me so hard, begging me to fill it up.”

I lost track of everything then, only knowing the pleasure coiling through my insides. Ivan’s hips jackhammered, and as this last release stretched over my entire being, I felt him come.

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