Page 35 of Unwilling Bratva Bride

She jerked awake, but her gasp melted into a tiny, desperate moan as I continued to toy with her slick folds.

“Wha…Ivan…what are you…?”

I sunk my finger inside her. “No talking. Not unless you’re screaming my name, sweetheart.”

She moaned, rolling her hips against my hand as I worked her core.

Breath rushed in and out of her as I stroked harder and faster, pulling out to rub the needy bundle of nerves in Adley’s clit. She groaned frantically, and I could feel her clamp down on my fingers as I shoved them back in.

Adley was already so close, and fucking hell, I loved every second of it.

Just a few delicious swirls later, and she was tipping over the edge. I yanked my hand back as the orgasm began to claim her, and Adley turned toward me, her eyes wide and pleading.

I could see she was about to speak, which meant it was the perfect opportunity to stuff my fingers in her mouth, forcing her to lick them.

“That’s Adley. Suck them clean..”

Her wide eyes held mine, and I growled as her tongue slid between my fingers. The sight was too damn good, and I needed to taste her for myself. Moving up onto my knees, I grabbed each of Adley’s legs, yanking her into position and sinking down between her thighs.

“My turn.”

Holding her legs apart, I drove my tongue into her wet pussy, and she cried out for me, yelling my name like a good girl.

“Ivan! Fuck!”

Feasting on Adley was better than I could have imagined. Having her beneath me, writhing and squirming as I tongued her soaked pussy was heaven. I’d been imagining this delicioustaste since I offered to help with her family’s debt, and damn, it felt good to get exactly what I wanted from her.

I swirled my tongue inside her, rubbing my thumb against her clit. I was determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from her until she was a spent puddle again, that good girl image she hid behind obliterated and replaced with who she really was.

My good little slut.

She arched against my mouth as another orgasm drew closer. Adley’s fingers tangled in my hair, her nails digging into my scalp. I relished the sting, my cock rubbing against the bed as I instinctively rocked my hips.

The moans and pants peaked, and Adley’s legs trembled as she fell apart for me. Her taste flooded my mouth as she came.

I need her wrapped around my cock—now.

Pulling back, I smirked down at Adley’s flushed face, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Her nipples strained, and all I could do was grin as the obvious embarrassment turned her pink.

“Such a naughty thing. You can’t hide from me, Adley.” I gripped my cock, stroking as I held her stare. “You love coming all over my face like my good little whore.”

Her eyes blew wide, and she bit her lip. Adley might want to fight how much she loves this. But that won’t last long.

I grabbed Adley’s legs again, dragging her closer to me and positioning my dick right at her folds, rubbing through them again. She whimpered, already so worked up, and I lifted her legs up over my shoulders. Pinning her hands to the mattress and framing her face, I licked my lips, still tasting her.

“Say you want it, Adley.”

She blinked, her expression at war with the way she rubbed herself against my shaft.

“I...”

Gripping her wrists in one hand, I used the other to fist her throat.

“Say it.”

“Please, Ivan,” Adley whined. “I want it.”

I thrust my cock inside her, relishing how she cried out from the onslaught. Bottoming out in her tight pussy, I rocked my hips to stimulate every inch of her.

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