Page 49 of Paid for By the Bratva

Every brush of her lips against mine sends a shockwave through me. I lose myself in the moment, forgetting everything but the feel of her pressed against me.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I murmur, running my hand across the back of her neck, my breath mingling with her. “But we’re in the parking lot. Someone could see.”

“There’s no one around,” she whispers. “I checked.”

A thrill of daring excitement shoots down my spine. Sheplannedfor this, and the urgency to finish what she’s started hits me right at my cock, knowing we only have mere minutes.

Within seconds, I lean over and shove her seat back. She falls flat, giggling, as I jump over to her side, making space for myself between her legs.

“You,” I tell her, unzipping those pants. “Are magnificent.”

She looks mischievous as she supports herself on her elbows, unbuttoning her jacket. I watch, gaping from where I sit, as her jacket comes loose. She’s wearing nothing underneath.

"Dima," she says, her eyes gleaming with devilish intent. “You’re not the only one who’s been thinking about you all day.”

I pause momentarily, dazed at the sight of her creamy, soft breasts. I pull down her pants and part her thighs, taking one hand to clutch her breasts together, and with the other, I ram a finger into her pussy.

She throws her head back, falling against the seat with a moan. It’s a sound I could never tire of.

As I thrust into her, the sound of her moans and the feel of her softness overwhelms all my senses. I can’t imagine anything except what will come next, her writhing beneath me.

"Dima," she cries out, her voice hoarse and needy. "Right there. Yes,” she moans, her hands clutching at my shoulders. Her words spur me on, and I pick up the pace, slamming another finger into her. I curve my fingers into the perfect C, tapping against her inner walls, and take my mouth to her clit.

She lurches off the seat, bucking to my movements, completely out of control.

I grin, giving her clit a soft bite which elicits another groan. I feel her juices flowing down my mouth, her wetness so rich that I know she’s ready for me.

But first, I’ll make sure she’s spent. Then, I’ll tire her out even further.

I knead her breasts, flicking her nipples with my other hand, all the while decreasing the speed with which I finger her but increasing the pressure against her pussy.

“Oh my god,” she whispers, all sultry and hot. I feel her muscles clamping down on my fingers, her entire body trembling. The sound of her gasping breath fills the cramped space of the car.

"That's it, my love," I murmur against her thigh, "let it all go."

And then she's coming, her body shuddering violently as her pussy contracts around my fingers, her cries filling the car. I continue to finger her until there's nothing left until the last shudder of her orgasm has passed, until she's spent.

Then, I pull my fingers out of her, wiping them on her panties, and lean over her. I take her arms and pin them above her head. Her eyes flash open, peering into me with surprise. Her breasts heave from how tired she is, breathless and gasping for air.

But before she can come to her senses, I place my cock along her slit and glide right in. She tenses for a second before breaking into a smile and closing her eyes.

And then, I pound her.

The feel of her tight, wet pussy wrapping around my cock sends a rush of pleasure through me. I thrust harder, faster, unable to resist the need to claim her. The car rocks violently and I groan out her name. “Lara…”

I release her arms and pull her legs up toward my shoulders, changing the angle of our bodies, and feel her inner walls tighten around me even more. It's too much—I'm about to explode.

"Dima, I—" Lara starts, but her words are cut off as I thrust into her, burying my cock deeper into her tight, wet pussy. Her muscles clamp down around me, and I moan into her neck,feeling her body vibrate with an excitement that matches my own.

"You're mine," I growl, my hips moving faster, matching her cadence as she bucks against me.

Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine, and something deep and raw floods them. "Yes," she manages, her voice small and breathless. "Yours."

I pull out, then slam back into her, my thrusts growing rougher, more desperate as my need for her reaches a breaking point. My cock glides in and out, stroking against her most sensitive places, sending electric shocks straight to my core.

"Dima," she pants, her legs shaking uncontrollably. "I'm going to come again."

“Then come,” I demand.

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