Page 64 of Stolen By the Bratva King

I’m sprawled like a splattering of paint on the mattress, chest heaving, a gloss of sweat glittering my skin.

David picks me up by my hips and spins me around. I gasp from the excitement. He pulls my hair, then his hands move down to my bare ass, squeezing my cheeks.

“You’re mine, baby.” His voice rumbles against the back of my neck.

I’m still recovering from my orgasm as David puts me on all fours. I don’t care. I will be on all fours for him all day if he needs it. I’ll let him do anything to me because the pleasure is too sensational to stop.

David’s hard cock presses against me, sending a new jolt of excitement through my body. It crackles like white-hot lightning through my nervous system, enhancing my already heightened sensitivity. He groans as he guides himself between my lips.

“God you are so wet,” he growls. “It’s amazing.”

“It feels so good,” I whine. “I need you to be inside me. Now.”

“How bad do you need it, baby?”

I pull the sheets into my fists and arch my back, pushing my ass out. I bite my lip hard. “Really bad.”

“Do you want me to fuck your brains out?” He’s panting fast already.

“Yes,” I moan.

“Beg me for it, beg me for my hard cock.”

“David,” I whine. “I need it.”

“I love it when you moan my name,” he hisses.

He finally gives me what I want, and his shaft slides across my clit as he fills me with his swollen length.

I moan as my center devours him. I clench my pelvic muscles on him, and a primal groan rumbles from his throat.

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby.” His hips slam into my ass as he begins to pick up the pace, thrusting harder and faster. “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” I moan.

David’s fingers run up my back. He grabs my hair and yanks. My pussy is so tender and sensitive. Tingles of ecstasy make me shiver from head to toe.

David buries himself deeper. The combination of his hardness and his shaft stroking against my clit sends me over the edge again.

I tremble as the orgasm ripples through me. David squeezes his hands against my hips. “Naughty girl. Did I give you permission to do that?”

“No, baby,” I whimper as I surrender to the pleasure. My face is hot, my vision is blurry, my knees can barely hold me up.

“You’re going to have to be punished, then,” he orders.

David, the bratva boss. What he says goes, even in the bedroom. But he always makes sure to put my needs and desires first, and I love that about him.

He spins me around and lays me flat on the bed like I’m a ragdoll and he’s ready to shred me to pieces. I wait for my fate, my body sagging from the climax, my head flying through dreamy clouds.

David grits his teeth, his jaw clamped. His stormy eyes burn into mine, a sea of gray ocean waves in the middle of autumn. I get lost in them as he mounts me and thrusts.

My heels rest on his shoulders, my breasts bouncing with each movement. David clutches them as if he’s holding on for dear life.

“I’ve already put my seed in you,” David groans. “Now I’m ready to fill you again.”

He holds my ankles in place, my legs spread wide for him. He keeps eye contact with me as he finishes, and it is so erotic it becomes my total undoing.

I cum again, with him, sparks flying across my vision. I wilt into the mattress as David’s cum splashes inside me with a hot, delicious gush.

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