Page 62 of Captured By the Bratva

Then he straightens, his hand sliding down to my hip, and the look in his eyes shifts back to that dark, commanding heat. “Enough talk,” he says, his voice dropping to a rough whisper, “bend over the desk.”

There’s no more softness, just the intense focus I know too well.

With a steadying breath, I step forward, placing my hands on the desk, bending over as he’d instructed. His presence behind me is electric, a force I’m helpless to resist.

He stands behind me, his tall frame casting a shadow over my trembling form. His hand cups my ass, squeezing gently before giving it a firm smack. The sound echoes through the study, a sharp contrast to the quietness of the night.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "You want more?"

I nod, biting my lip to keep from moaning. He spanks me again, harder this time, and I gasp, the sting spreading across my skin like wildfire. But it's not painful—it's exhilarating. Each smack sends a jolt of pleasure through me, making my body quiver with need.

Another slap lands on my already reddened skin, and I whimper, my hips involuntarily bucking back against him. He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

"That's it," he growls. "Show me how much you love this."

His hand continues its relentless assault, each strike more forceful than the last. I can feel the heat building between my legs, the ache growing more intense with every passing second. My breaths come in short, desperate gasps, my mind swimming in a sea of arousal.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he stops. I sag against the desk, my body trembling with the effort of holding still. But the respite is short-lived.

His hands slide under my skirt, fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of my thighs. I shiver at his touch, my eyes closing as I moan softly.

He pauses for a moment, letting the tension build, before slipping a finger inside me. I cry out, arching my back as he begins to move, his touch both gentle and insistent.

"God, you're so wet for me," he taunts, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "So ready for what's coming."

Another finger joins the first, thrusting deeper into me with each stroke. I can feel my climax approaching, the pressure building to an unbearable level. But just as I think I might explode, he pulls his fingers away, leaving me panting and begging for more.

"Come for me, Cathy," he orders, his voice harsh and commanding. "Come hard for your husband."

The words are enough to push me over the edge. With a scream of pure bliss, my body convulses as wave after wave of orgasm crashes over me. It feels like I'm falling apart, my entire being focused on the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me.

When it finally subsides, I collapse against the desk, gasping for breath. Ivan steps closer, his cock hard and throbbing against my ass. I can feel his heat, the promise of what's to come, and my body responds instinctively, pressing back against him.

"On your knees," he commands, his voice gruff with desire.

Without hesitation, I drop to the floor, my hands reaching up to grasp his shaft. I lick my lips, my mouth watering at the sight of his thick, pulsing erection.

Slowly, I take him into my mouth, savoring the taste and texture of him. He groans, his hands gripping my hair as I beginto bob my head up and down, my tongue swirling around the tip of his cock.

I work him harder, taking him as deep as I can, my throat contracting around his length. He bucks his hips, fucking my mouth with abandon, the sounds of our bodies mingling in the silence of the room.

But he doesn't let it continue for long. Suddenly, he pulls out, lifting me back onto the desk. My legs wrap around his waist as he positions himself at my entrance, his cock nudging against my slick folds.

With one swift motion, he thrusts into me, filling me completely. We both groan at the sensation, the friction igniting a fresh wave of desire within me. He starts to move, pounding into me with powerful strokes, his hips slamming against mine with each thrust.

"Tell me how much you love my cock," he demands, his voice rough with need.

"I love it," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. "I love your cock, Ivan. Fuck me harder."

He obliges, driving into me with even greater force. The desk shakes beneath us, the sound of our bodies meeting echoing through the room. I can feel my second orgasm building, the pressure becoming unbearable once more.

"Come for me again, Cathy," he growls, his voice filled with urgency. "Let me see that beautiful pussy tighten around my cock."

The command pushes me over the edge. With a scream of release, I come again, my inner walls clenching tightly around his shaft.

"You like that, don't you, Cathy?" he growls, his voice rough with desire. "You like feeling my cock pounding into you like this?”

I moan in response, my body arching back against him involuntarily as another wave of pleasure builds within me. His words are so dirty, so degrading, but they send electric shocks of arousal straight to my core.

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