Page 43 of Bratva King's Secret Twins

I push gently, feeling her tense up for a moment before she releases. Her body shudders under my touch as I slowly work my finger in and out, coaxing her to accept me. “That’s it,” I murmur, my voice heavy with lust. “Relax for me, Kotik. I’m going to make you feel so good. You trust me to make you feel good?”

I relish the frantic way she nods and the whimpering noises she makes. “Yes, Nik. I trust you,” she pants.

“Good girl.” I move my finger in and out of her in long, slow strokes, allowing her to get used to me.

Her body undulates beneath me, her arousal drenching the carpet. “Naughty girl,” I taunt before pressing a second finger into her puckered ass, stretching her out. She whimpers, pushing her cheek deeper into the carpet. “You are soaking the carpet, Kotik. I am going to have to make you clean it.”

She makes desperate whimpering noises, her muscles clenching around my digits as I slowly penetrate her further. I add another finger, stretching her, preparing her for my cock.

“Look at you, taking it like a good girl,” I whisper, watching her face contort with a mix of pain and pleasure. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, and her breathing erratic. I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear. “You ready for more?”

Her response is a muffled yes, her voice so low I almost miss it. I withdraw my fingers, leaving her momentarily empty, and rub lube on my cock. I position myself behind her, my cock pressing against her pucker, and push forward, slowly entering her, feeling her muscles stretch around me.

Gwen gasps, her hands gripping the carpet tightly. I pause, giving her a moment to adjust. “Gwen, are you okay?”

She groans in response, her eyes shut tight. I move a curl from her slick forehead. “Remember your safe word and breathe for me.”

Her breath comes out shakily, tension still riddled throughout her body.

“Gwen, I need verbal confirmation.”

“Y-yes, Nik. I’m okay.” She shudders. “You’re just…so big.”

A chuckle rumbles in my throat as I wrap my hand around her, sliding my fingers to her clit. The tension in her body ripples away like stone dropped in a pond. I kiss her shoulder, slick with a salty sweet flavor. “You are doing so well for me. I know you can do this.”

I begin to move, the rhythm of my fingers on her clit matching my slow thrusts.

Then I build up speed. Each thrust is deliberate and deep. Her moans turn into cries, her body arching back to meet each thrust. As I push inside of her, every inch of me is consumed by her tightness, sending a surge of pleasure through my body. She lets out a cry, a mixture of pain and pleasure that echoes through the room, igniting a primal desire within me. I let out a strangled groan. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good. You like feeling my cock inside you, filling you up?”

“Yes, yes,” she chants, her words broken by her gasps for air. She relaxes, arching further into me as I build up speed. Each thrust is deliberate and deep. My fingers increase their speed on her tortured clit as her moans turn into cries, her body arching back to meet each thrust.

I reach around, tweaking her nipples, causing her to arch further into my touch. “Tell me how much you want it,” I demand, increasing the pace, thrusting harder, deeper.

“I need it, Nik, I need you,” she cries out, her voice raw with desperation.

I pull out, making her whimper in protest, then position myself at her puckered entrance again. This time, I push in faster, deeper, eliciting a sharp cry from her. We move together, our bodies a dance of sweat and skin, our moans, grunts and the clapping of our bodies a symphony filling theroom.

“You’re so tight, so perfect,” I groan, my hips slamming into hers. “Take it all, take everything I give you.”

Gwen’s body responds to my every command, her nails scraping the carpet. I feel her orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter with each thrust. “Nik, I’m going to cum.”

“No,” I growl.

“No? I can’t…I can’t stop it,” Gwen whines, grinding herself down on my hand.

“Hold it a little longer. I want you to cum with me.”

She presses her cheek into the carpet. Her eyes roll back, her mouth opening wider, and her body undulating with each thrust. “Nik,” she groans into the floor. “Please.”

I pinch her clit, focusing on the small circles I am making. I pull her back by her shoulder, arching her back even further. “Cum for me, Kotik.”

Gwen's body convulses beneath me, her muscles gripping me so tightly it feels as if she's trying to pull me deeper inside her. As she climaxes, her ass tightens around me, milking my cock of every last drop of pleasure, her voice reaching a high pitch of ecstasy. “Oh fuck, Nik!”

“Fuck, Gwen!” The sensation is intense, and I follow her over the edge, pouring myself into her as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me.

We collapse together, our breaths ragged, our bodies slick with sweat. I lean back on the floor against the couch and she turns, crawling over, and lays her head on my chest; her breath comes out in unsteady gusts. “You know, a simple hello would have been great.”

I laugh aloud for the first time in a while and pull her deeper into my chest. “Kotik, that was me saying hello. Give me ten minutes and I’ll tell you how much I miss you.”

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