Page 5 of Accidental Bratva Daddy

Natalia writhes beneath me, her body arching into my touch. "Luka, please," she whimpers. "I need more.”

Her words send a surge of possessive desire through me. I release her wrists, making quick work of my remaining clothes. My cock springs free, hard to the point of near-pain, and her eyes instantly drop to it. She licks her lips at the sight, and I give her a ravenous grin.

“I have more for you right here,” I tell her, enclosing her body with my arms. When I settle back over her, skin to skin, we both groan at the contact.

"Tell me how much you want this," I demand, needing to hear the words. "Tell me you want me."

Natalia's eyes lock with mine, burning with an intensity that takes my breath away. She parts her legs, the robe falling to the ground, the pink of her aroused flesh slick against the head of my cock. "I want you, Luka," she says. “So fuck me. Now."

I don't need any further encouragement. In one smooth motion, I bury my cock inside her. We both cry out at the sensation. She's tight and hot and perfect around my shaft, her channel pulsing lightly around me. For a moment, I stay still, forehead pressed to hers as we both adjust to the overwhelming feeling.

"Move," Natalia urges, her slender legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper. "Please, Luka, I need you deep."

I silence her with a kiss, swallowing her moans as I begin to move. I push in deeper, stretching her and reveling in the way she gasps and sighs my name. Nothing else matters when her hot whispers brush against my ear.

She’s almost too tight for me, urging me deeper yet barely able to handle my thickness and length. I’m not one to brag about such things, as it’s both a blessing and a curse at times, but it does feel good to see how overwhelmed she is. That determination in her sparkling eyes are what keeps us going, though, and eventually, I’m able to sink all the way down to the hilt.

We find our rhythm quickly after that, as if our bodies were made for each other. The room fills with the sounds of our passion—skin on skin, breathless gasps, and whispered endearments in both Russian and English.

"You feel incredible, darling,” I growl, brushing my lips against her earlobe. "So tight and so wet. Your body is perfect.”

Natalia can only whimper in response, her nails digging into my shoulders as she meets me thrust for thrust. I can feel her getting close, her inner muscles fluttering around me.

"That's it, darling," I encourage, slipping a hand between us to where we're joined to circle her bud. "Come for me. I want to feel you squeeze my cock until it’s dry.”

My touch is all it takes to send her over the edge. Natalia comes with a cry of pure please, her body arching off the sofa and her abs tensing.

The sight of her lost in ecstasy, combined with the tight, wet grip of her body around mine, makes me lose control. I bury my face in her neck as I come, muffling my groan against her skin. She whimpers as I fill her, our bodies growing damp where we’re joined, my pulsing shaft buried to the hilt in her channel.

I feel no guilt or shame as I unload inside of her, even though it’s raw and unprotected. I never even asked if she’s on the pill, but I have to assume she is. Nobody would be this reckless without it.

I brush any other possibility out of my mind, unwilling to let it ruin the bliss of the moment.

For several long minutes, we lay tangled together on the sofa, both trying to catch our breath. I can feel Natalia's heart racing against my chest, her skin flushed and damp with sweat. I've never seen anything more beautiful.

"Wow," Natalia says finally, a hint of laughter in her voice. "That was..."

"Yeah," I agree, equally eloquent. I lift my head to meet her gaze, unable to stop the smile that spreads across my face. "Definitely life-changing. Maybe you were right. This hotel is better than mine.”

Natalia grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I don't know," she teases. "I might need more evidence before I can make that judgment. After all, once could simply be an aberration.”

I growl playfully, nipping at her lower lip. "Is that a challenge, Ms. Orlova?"

"Maybe," she says, running her fingers through my hair. "Think you're up for it?"

In response, I stand, scooping her into my arms. Natalia lets out a surprised laugh, wrapping her legs around my waist. "What are you doing?"

I start walking towards the bedroom, pausing to press her against the wall for a deep, passionate kiss. "Gathering more evidence," I growl against her lips as my cock becomes half-aroused against her body. "I intend to be very thorough in my research."

Natalia's answering moan is all the encouragement I need. “Then show me.”

We make it to the bedroom, though it's a close thing. I lay Natalia down on the plush king-sized bed, taking a moment to drink in the sight of her. Her hair fans out on the pillow like a fiery halo, her skin glowing in the moonlight streaming through the windows.

"You're staring," Natalia says, a hint of self-consciousness creeping into her voice.

I shake my head, climbing onto the bed to hover over her as I stroke my cock to full hardness. "I'm appreciating," I correct her. "You're a work of art, Natalia Orlova. A woman like no other.”

She reaches up, cupping my face in her hands. "Then appreciate me properly," she says, pulling me down for a searing kiss.

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