Page 9 of Forced By the Bratva Beast

“Do you want this? Because if I keep going, I’m not stopping once I start.”

Nervously, her bottom lip folds in. “Yes.” She nods, a slight smile sweeping over her pretty face. That’s all I need. Dragging her down underneath me, I’m glad her couch is wide and big enough for both of us because I can’t wait to take her to the bedroom.

Hovering over for a minute, I stare at her face, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, wanting to give her and myself a night of intense pleasure. “We need to take this off.” I drag my hands up under the dress, hitching it above her head, pitching it to the floor.

“You too. Your shirt,” she says as I wink.

“Yeah. My shirt.” Unbuttoning my black collared shirt, I let it fall to the floor. Sophia’s face flushes as she touches my broad chest timidly.

Maybe she’s shy…. Her breasts are full, waiting for my hungry mouth to play. Unhooking her bra, I squeeze a handful, covering my lips over one, using my tongue. Her body squirms underneath me as I take to the other one, sliding the nipple between my lips. Her small groans are a guide through the darkness, but I can’t help but feel as if she’s inexperienced from her reactions.

Working my way down, I slide her unlikely black boy shorts off, finding Sophia more and more appealing as I removes her layers of clothing, adding to the collection of her underwear on the floor. Carnal desire kicks in as my mouth runs its course down the length of her firm, tight body. She’s not the athletic type, not even voluptuous like some of the strippers I’ve dealt with, but that’s what I like about her. She’s the perfect blend of somewhere in between—real….

As I drop further, her stomach ripples back and forth. I sense she’s not quite ready for the aggression of my touch. My tongue caresses the crevice of her belly button, dipping in and out, a quiet shudder floating from her mouth. She’s still warming up, and I’ve got my suspicions as to why.

What am I dealing with here?

I ignore the reaction, buying time, but thirsting to bury my face between her thighs. This pretty little one needs a little foreplay. Easy… I want her open to me, enjoying herself, but there’s something I can’t put my finger on just yet. Carving out my path, I raise up, studying her eager face as I stand dropping my pants. Her eyes boggle at the bulge in my pants and I grin.

“All for you,” I tell her smoothly as a doubtful expression crosses her porcelain features.

“Will it fit?” she asks bluntly, raising up on her elbows.

“Of course you’ll fit. I’m made for that pussy of yours,” I convince her with a smile on my face. “Are you—” I ask, stopping for a second as I hover my large weight over her, realizing what the real roadblock is. She nods stiffly.

“Yeah, I am. Does that bother you?” she asks, a concerned expression on her face.

“No. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s more of a turn-on,” I coax, not able to remember the last time I fucked a virgin. She’s going to be tight. Oh yes. I’m about to christen a pussy. This night is turning out to be better than I imagined. I almost want to burst into flames from restraint, my cock awakening as I resume going down on her. “Open up and spread your legs for me, honey. I’ve got a special treat,” I softly command, her legs slowly spreading open.

An untouched beauty, and willing… as her legs split, one draping over the side of the couch, I inhale the scent of her sex, licking around her inner thigh, her body shivering in delight. Oh yes, this is going to be a bunch of fun. I tease lightly, crooking my head to dive deeper, reaching my tongue into its natural home of her tight, wet pussy. I feel her body relax as I lap at her slickened folds. I feel her cave in to the sensations, driving me wild as her hands don’t know where to go, lightly touching my skull in lust.

“Wow. Feels so good,” I hear her respond, giving me more reason to keep going harder.

I dip my head further inside, gliding into her wonderland as her moans become louder, her inhibition shaking loose. Thereyou are. Let me bring out the untamed side of you. The one nobody but me knows about yet.

Picking up my pace, I flit the curve of my tongue over her swollen clit, sucking, licking and teasing until her groans increase, letting me know I’m close to being the first man to bring her to orgasm. As my ego and cock soar, her hands sink deeper into my hair. I take hold of her hips as they buck from the pressure of my tongue.

“Andrei!” she cries out loudly, her encouragement all the drive I want or need. As she whimpers, I pant, desperately wanting to penetrate.

“Is it good?” I grunt, smiling as I drop my underwear, watching her body writhe from the beauty of the orgasm I just gifted her.

“Too good.”

“I’ll be gentle,” I tell her as a fleeting expression of being overwhelmed shifts over her face when she sees my girth. I slowly guide myself into her, relieved when I break through. “You’re so sweet and tight,” I groan slowly as her internal walls stretch around me after a few pushes, and I gently thrust. It takes a minute to adjust as I watch her facial expressions change with all the motions.

“Tell me if you want me to go easier.” In response she adjusts, lifting her hips slightly as I feel part of her breaking free even more. I take myself deeper inside her, watching as she bites down on her lip, taking what she can of my girth.

God, I want more, but I’m working at Sophia’s pace, besides this isn’t the last time I plan to fuck her. I can wait. Carefully I circle my nub, easing in, as her body grips tightaround me, relaxing with a sigh. As I thrust deeper, Sophia brings another surprise.

“More. More, Please. Don’t stop.”

Concentrating, sweat starts to drip from my face as I pump, and she moans. I trace my fingers through her ginger hair, gritting my teeth as the pressure builds inside my cock. “What are you doing to me, Sophia? You feel too good,” I press out, my heart thudding in my chest until I’m ready to explode from the inside out.

Huffing and puffing from exertion, my cock thickens inside her tight pussy, climbing on the ride to climax, lights swimming around my head, blurring my vision. Maybe it’s because she’s bound so tight that the sex feels that good, but it’s the best I’ve experienced in a long while.

I land on top of her for a few seconds catching what’s left of my breath, her arms stretched around my back in embrace. Kissing her lightly, I pull out of her. “Did you enjoy?” I ask, hoarse in tone and sweeping her hair out of her face.

“Yes. Thanks for being gentle at first.”

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