Page 15 of Bratva King's Secret Twins

Shit. I knew it. Death by dick. I guess the last 24 years weregreat. Nice knowing you, world. My voice sounds like it’s coming from underwater. “Oh, oh God. Nik?—”

“You’re taking me like such a good girl, Gwen,” he whispers into my ear.

I stare into his glossy and unreadable eyes. His chest rises and falls rapidly. He’s holding back for me. The sight of such a powerful man trying to not hurt me causes me to shudder. I want to tease him, but no words come out.

“What? My dirty-mouthed girl doesn’t have anything to say?”

Inch by inch, he pushes into me. “Fuck me,” I gasp, feeling restless.

I hear the smack more than I feel it on my ass, every nerve still alight on my pussy. I tighten reflexively around him. “You can be nicer than that Kotik.”

“Nik.” I try to move, but Nik’s large hand comes down to rest on my ass, forcing me to stay perched on his cock. I push against him, only to be met with another smack on my ass. “Nik, please. Please. Fuck me.”

“Well, since you said please.”

He gently presses his lips against mine and slowly pulls out to the tip, only to catch me off guard again. He slams himself back into me, previous gentleness non-existent. My nails sink into his back as he begins to fuck me in earnest, sinking deeper with every stroke.

“Nik, don’t stop. Right there.”

He continues to pummel my pussy relentlessly, and my body arches to meet his. The hotel bed creaks in rhythm. He’s so fucking good at this. I’ve heard of stories of men being too timid, leaving my friends unsatisfied.But Nik was going at it, no-holds barred. He steadies himself against my waist and picks up the pace as if he can’t help himself.

“You feel so good, baby.”

I watch my pussy stretch and swallow his length. It’s still not enough. I need a stronger sensation. I want to drown so deep in him that I would refuse a lifeboat. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper into me.

“Fuck, that’s right, milk me dry.”

I gasp, my body trembling involuntarily beneath him. “Nik, I’m so close, please.”

My fingernails dig into his warm skin. “Good girl, mark me, Kotik.”

He slaps my ass again, and I let out a moan. Embarrassed by how much I like the sensation, my face digs into the crook of his neck. He pumps in and out with no mercy. I feel a coil tighten in my stomach. His blue eyes are looking at me, and I let go, the knot coming undone with feral screams of pleasure.

“I’m not done, baby,” he whispers; slowly, he pulls out, and I whimper, overstimulated. His strong arms spin me around, pushing me onto my knees, ass in the air, head lowered on the bed. He gives it a squeeze and I hope it leaves a mark. “You have the most perfect ass, Kotik. Did you know that?”

I moan, positioning myself on all fours. “You’re gonna need more than a dinner at some fancy Italian restaurant to fuck me in the ass, Nik.”

He kisses my reddening cheeks as I turn my upper half to see him stroking his cock. “I am perfectly fine with this glistening pussy right here.” He thrusts inside with no precursor thistime. “I want you to know that this is my pussy, and I say what happens to this pussy. Right, Gwen?”

My moans grow even more wrecked, increasing in volume. I turn to jelly against his touch as he pinches my tortured clit. “Nik!” I whimper.

“Right, Kotik? This pussy is mine.” I clench around him in an attempt to gain the upper hand again. He responds with longer strokes that turn my brain to mush.

“Yes. Yes. This pussy is yours,” I whine. He resumes rubbing my clit as I hop up and down on his cock, his deft fingers meeting me with every thrust.

My moans become more broken and incoherent. The scent of my arousal fills the air, a heady mix of sweat and desire. Between my babbling, I manage one sentence: "Nik," I gasp, "I'm going to cum. Fuck. I’m going to-”

“Not till I say you can.” He growls and suddenly pulls out of me, and I swear I want to scream. But before I can think of anything to say, he picks me up like I weigh nothing and flips onto my back…

Instinctively I let my thighs open, and reach for his arms, “Nik please…” I whine desperate for him to fill me. He lets out a low rumble that sounds like a mix of a growl and laughter lighting every inch of me on fire. Keeping his eyes on mine, his hand slides between my folds and I can’t help but tilt my pelvis up, silently begging for him to be inside me.

“Fucking beautiful, Kotik,” he leans down and nuzzles my neck whispering in Russian, as he peppers kisses along the curve of my neck. My pussy clenches under his touch, begging for more attention, and like always he reads my mind ramminginto me giving me what I want. Giving me what I need. I scream so loud I’m sure the entire building can hear me.

“Nik please…” I gasp. “Please…I, I need to…”

“What do you need Kotik?” He whispers into my ear between long deep thrusts.

Before I can respond, Nik’s mouth finds my collarbone and he bites me gently. His other hand pins my hips in place leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around him taking him deeper inside me.

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