Page 58 of Kept By the Bratva

“This is how you always show your thanks?” I joked darkly before I moved my hands up her smooth back. Holding her in place, I brought her closer. I closed my mouth over her tit, sucking on the succulent flesh and hard tip of a nipple.

“To you,” she said, dropping her head back as I sucked on her nipple and held her back. She arched, thrusting her glorious breasts forward.

“My thanks to you and only you, Nikolai.”

I growled at the husky purr of her voice as she said my full name, perhaps for the first time. It sounded different coming from her, and I knew I would never tire of hearing her like this, lost to lust and needy for me.

But she was wrong. She didn’t owe me anything. I didn’t want her to treat me like this out of appreciation. I didn’t want her delicate hand aligning my cock to her pussy as a gesture of thanks. I restrained myself from sucking even harder and biting down on her tit like I wanted to. I had to keep this gentle. She was carrying my babies, and I couldn’t let her overdo anything.

She rubbed my cockhead against her drenched entrance, and once she sank down a bit, swallowing my head, she groaned such a filthy sound of need that I swore I’d come right then, before I was even inside her. That was what she did to me. This was what happened when we denied each other for too long.

I wanted her to fuck me because she wanted to, not because she felt indebted to me for protection. I wanted her to lust for me because she loved me and cared for me. Nothing else.

Slowly, inch by inch, she sank down on my stiff dick. Every touch was a drag of perfect friction. Her pussy was so slick, so tight, and she gloved me to perfection, just like every other time. Each time we came together, it was better than the last. Going slow and careful like this, with her on top and in charge of dictating how this would go, was even hotter than the previous times I’d filled her.

“Nik…” She moaned it on a long, labored breath as she lifted up. Rubbing her generous breasts up my chest felt so good, even with my shirt in the way. If anything, it made it all the more passionate.

She couldn’t even wait to get my clothes off. I didn’t want to bother, either.

Feeling her grind against me was the best sensation I’d ever felt, and I wouldn’t interrupt her or change a single thing. All that mattered wasthat she was with me, only her, and we were together as close as possible.

“Fuck me, Amy. However you want. Take whatever you want,” I said as I sucked her breast again. I couldn’t get enough of her taste, her body.

“No.” She grinned, slow and sensual as she bobbed on my dick. “Not take. I want togiveit all to you, Nik.”

Again with her insistence to please me as a token of appreciation.

Later.I’d clear this up with her later. Right now, I could only focus on her greedy pussy sucking me in and squeezing me so tight.

“Then give it to me. Fuck me with that sweet pussy.”

I took hold of her ass as she rode me in steady, slow measures. Each time she sank down, she did so to the hilt. I pulled her hips to me to make sure she got that friction on her clit. She did. She rewarded me with a raspy mewl when we came together.

Unlike every other time, we didn’t go hard or rough. I tempered myself, gritting my teeth as she rode me and tormented me with this gradual, slowly burning and building impulse to soak her pussy with my cum.

“You want it?” I taunted, dragging my mouth along her neck and sucking at her hot flesh. “You want to come on my dick?”

“Yes. It’s all I wanted for days.”

I chuckled, knowing exactly what she meant. “The doctor’s orders were to rest.”

“I did. And I hated being held back from touching you.” She kissed me deeply as she gyrated on me. “I don’t like this distance between us.”

I sucked on her lower lip until she panted faster. Lowering my hand between us, I sought her clit. Rubbing it with gentle circles drove her wild. She was moaning and gripping my shoulders until her nails bitin my flesh, crying out and trembling in her legs to just get there already.

I increased the pressure, still making sure not to go rough. I had to pleasure her without a hint of pain with her recent scare. This passionate intimacy felt new and different, and I vowed to never stay away again. Unless the doctor ordered it for the sake of her safety and health, and that of our babies.

We could go hard next time. Forever.

Amy was mine. For good. It had to be true.

Her reluctance to care for a criminal like me would need to be addressed. I couldn’t change who I was. I wouldn’t ever leave my family. Instead, I hoped that there might be a chance that she could overcome her hesitations about me. That, with time and patience, she could understand that I wasn’t a brute.

This sweeter and slower union felt like a new beginning for us, a retake on our future.

Nothing could keep us apart or at odds for long. No matter the lies and violence that remained in our past, our future would be a unified effort.

No one could keep me from her. Not even that fucking sociopath.

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