Page 28 of Stolen By the Bratva King

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he groans. His arms are possessive, roaming over my body.

David has an eager gleam in his eyes as he pulls away again to see my face. “I need to see you. All of you. You look so good naked, baby.”

He calls me baby again, and the world drips out of focus. My hands are fumbling at his waist, urgent to unzip and unbutton his pants.

His hands cup mine and he gives them a gentle squeeze, his fingers lacing with mine as we make eye contact again.

Something about this feels like more than just a desperate need to fuck each other. Yes, we’re in a frenzy and it’s urgent, but there’s a chemical response my body is having to him, and it’s causing a chain reaction inside me. The friction, the heat, the attraction, it’s overwhelming in the best way, coiling through my senses.

David makes this sexy growl noise, his eyes hungry, twin silver moons staring into the depths of my soul.

He stands up and shoves his pants down. I’m in the chair, and I slide to the edge of it, my eyes wandering over his hard girth pointing erect toward the sky. My heart is flying in my chest, exhilarated that I’m the cause of his arousal.

I slide my hand down the veiny, swollen length of him, my head tilted upward as I gaze up at him.

I hold eye contact with him, gripping my palm around his throbbing cock.

I begin to tease him the same way he teased me when he went down on me. His eyes spark with lust and delight, approval twitching in the muscles of his jaw.

He takes my arm and pulls me up. It’s a mixture of rough and just right. I sigh out with a cry of excitement. He pulls my hair, forcing my head toward him. He strokes my cheek with his thumb, a wild gleam in his eyes.

“That’s enough of that,” he grits out through clenched teeth.

He grabs my hips and spins me around. A rush of breath leaves my lips. My fingers sprawl on the table in front of me.

David presses one hand to my lower back, forcing my back to arch and my bottom to poke out. He gives my bare ass a tender squeeze and groans, his finger sliding down my ass crack. It sends shivers of excitement down my legs.

I don’t even recognize who I am when I’m with him, but I embrace it. I feel high off this sexual euphoria, like I can conquer the world and I’m capable of being whoever I want to be. He makes me feel like I can embrace my full sexuality.

No limits.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby girl,” David groans, leaning forward. He pushes my legs open further and wedges himself between them.

He presses a light kiss to my spine as he enters me from behind. He groans and his fingers leave indents in the skin around my hips as he pushes deeper. I can feel his incredible grithstretching me, pushing me to my limit almost immediately. God, he’s so big.

I lean forward, a half-sigh, half moan of ecstasy escaping my lips. My face feels flushed. Tingles course through me, giving me a warm and melty sensation.

“Do you want me to fuck you harder or slower?” he asks, already quickening his pace.

“Harder,” I whisper, gripping the table to steady myself, but David is behind me, guiding my hips with each thrust.

I push my hips back against him, wiggling my ass as David leans in and presses himself against it. He grips my hair in his fist and gives it a gentle tug. I cry out, dazed by the pleasure.

The courtyard walls are high enough that no one can see us. Our naked, grinding bodies are shielded by the awning. But I’m loud enough that if the neighbors are outside, they’ll get an earful of my moaning cries of passion.

“I’m getting close,” I warn him in a breathless pant.

“Don’t cum yet, baby,” David growls, pulling my hair a little harder. “I want you to wait for me.”

“I don’t know if I can,” I whimper.

“I want to edge you as long as possible.”

“I need to cum,” I whine. “Please, it’s too much.”

“What’s too much, baby?” he asks with a confident snarl. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and he’s indulging both of us.

“I need to cum,” I beg.

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