Page 44 of Knocked-Up Bratva Prisoner

The blanket is on the floor next to us. My fingers are digging into the fabric of the sofa as he moves his fingers faster.

Now, he is tugging at his belt. Pulling his pants open.

Oh.

My.

Word.

He is massive.

His cock bounces free, the veins running along the shaft thick and throbbing.

He pulls my panties to the side and dips his fingers inside me.

I cry out, rocking my hips up towards his hand.

He chuckles, knowing he is fully in control of me now.

Using his hips to push my legs wider apart he lowers himself over me, his hand pressing into the sofa above my head. He grabs his cock and starts rubbing it over my pussy.

I can’t take this anymore.

I am so desperate to feel him thrust into me.

“Please,” I whisper.

“Please what, baby girl?”

“Please, don’t tease me.” I gasp as he dips just the tip of his cock inside me.

My pussy shudders with delight and he pulls out again.

Oh my fuck. He’s going to give me a heart attack.

But then he leans down and presses his lips against mine, and as he does his cock slides over my clit, and I know he is going to finally—

The doorbell chimes loudly and Alex freezes for a second.

So do I, my heart beating so loudly that I am sure both of us can hear it.

We wait, both wishing we had imagined it. Staring at each other.

It chimes again.

“Fuck,” Alex says, loud and frustrated.

He moves himself off me, climbing off the sofa and pulling his pants closed, trying to lock away that monster cock of his.

I stare at the bulge for a moment, biting my lip, making wishes.

“I’ll go and see who it is. Um—you might want to put your pants on,” he laughs.

I nod, sitting up, grabbing the blanket to cover myself as reality kicks in and I realize I was just about to have sex with the man who kidnapped me.

Dammit, what is wrong with me?

What was I thinking?

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