Page 57 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

“I’m sure,” she replies quickly, without hesitation or doubt.

Holding her face in my hands, I stare right into her eyes because she can’t hide the truth from me. Her words might say she’s ready, but her eyes will tell me what I really want to know.

All I see is desire. Beautiful, deep blue pools glittering like diamonds. She is confident and sure of herself in this moment. She’s ready.

My heart constricts tightly. Flooded with passion, eager to have her, but I force myself to move slowly, controlled and gentle. It is her first time and I don’t want to hurt her.

I push my hands slowly up her thighs and my lips against hers. Her mouth tastes like honey. Sweet and golden. Her lips are soft and warm on mine and the sensation of her kiss sends bolts of lightning through my body.

She moans into my mouth, a sound so beautiful it makes my cock pulse.

I force her dress up over her hips, my fingers digging into her hip bones as I grip her tightly and rub her over my cock. Iwant to savor this moment. The moment she gives herself to me. The first man to taste her sweetness and possess her fully.

But Raisa has other ideas. She’s been waiting too long and she’s fiercely trying to take control.

She grabs the edges of her dress and pulls it up over her head. Her breasts look divine, creamy and smooth. They are so full and soft that when I caress my ands over them there is too much to hold. She is perfect.

And she is mine.

I take one of her nipples into my mouth and twist my tongue over it, teasing her, feeling it harden against my lips. She giggles nervously and when I look up at her she is biting her lip with a devilish glint in her eyes.

I watch her expression change as I cup her breast in my hands again.

Rubbing her pert nipple between my fingertips, she shudders with delight and digs her nails into my shoulder.

Leaning close to her, I trace kisses over the curve of her neck, down to her perfectly sculpted collarbone, licking my tongue over her pale skin. As smooth as silk and as white as cream.

Her hands drift down over my chest. Her fingers trace the dips and curves of my muscles.

She unbuttons my shirt and pulls it open, running her hands over my naked skin, tracing her fingers over my tattoo. An intimate gesture that turns me on even more.

Her hands drift down my stomach, to my belt, causing my heart to beat faster with anticipation.

Leaning back, she tugs the belt buckle open, sliding it from the loops and flicking it away.

Her delicate fingers pull at the button of my pants and I growl.

I’ve let her take the lead for too long. She is mine to take. Mine to control.

Now that I know she wants this as much as I do, I feel no restraint.

I stand, lifting her into my arms and place her gently onto the sofa. Looking down at her, I shrug my shirt off and toss it aside, then pull my pants open and let them drop to the floor. I kick them aside, standing naked in front of her.

She lies on her back, spreading her legs open wide for me.

I am going crazy at the sight of her. Her perfect shape. The flower of her pussy, as pink as the most beautiful rose I have ever seen.

My cock throbs and aches to feel her as I lower myself over her. I want to be inside her, claiming her in the most intimate ways.

Her eyes are hungrily devouring me, traveling up and down my body as though I am everything she desires.

Unable to wait another second I drop down onto the sofa.

Lowering myself over her, my hand pressed into the sofa above her head, her legs spread wide with my hips pressing against them.

I look into her eyes, trying to read her, as I take my cock in my hand and press it against her pussy.

Her pupils dilate and she parts her lips, letting out a soft sigh.

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