Page 95 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

I find Oleg outside in the cool night air. The brothers are all standing around, smoking cigars and drinking whisky.

I snuggle up against my husband’s side and he wraps his arm around me.

“You look tired, little flower.”

“I am tired. Exhausted actually. I think your idea of staying home and snuggling was actually the right one.”

“Oh no, we can’t leave now. You have to witness me being nice to everyone,” he chuckles and I playfully punch his side.

He turns to face me and lifts me in his arms. “Come on. I know exactly what you need.”

“Oleg—“ I whisper, laughing as he carries me into the house, past everyone, to the downstairs guest bedroom. “What are you doing?” I ask softly, afraid someone will hear us.

“No one saw us—don’t worry—they are all too busy discussing business.”

He moves slowly when he closes the bedroom door though, pushing it softly until it clicks into place, then he turns towards me with a mischievous grin.

He winks and walks right over to me, grabbing my top and pulling it up over my head. I laugh a little too loud and clasp my hand over my mouth, but he takes my wrists and moves it away. “Make as much noise as you want.”

“They would definitely hear us if I did that.” I giggle.

Oleg cups his hands over my face and leans close to kiss me. The warmth of his mouth locked over mine is so seductive and sensual that I forget where I am for a moment. I grab his shirt in my hands and tug him closer to me.

He runs his hands over my body, then kisses me even deeper, sending shivers running through my spine. He makes my heart race and my skin burn with need. I don’t think I will ever get enough of this man. He is the most perfectly gorgeous thing I have ever laid my eyes on.

Oleg slips his fingers under the waistband of my pants and I feel my cheeks flushing pink. “Are we really doing this here?” I giggle again.

“Try and stop me, little flower.” He growls.

I gasp when he yanks my pants off and pushes me onto the bed as he stands looking down at me.

He smirks, then with a dark tint to his voice he commands, “Touch yourself. I want to watch.”

His eyes dance over me while he unbuttons his shirt, moving as though we have all the time in the world. The thrill of it makes me grin and I slowly brush my hand over my stomach, between my legs, rubbing my fingers over my pussy.

My fingers slide between my pussy lips, brushing over my clit and sending delightful waves of pleasure through me. I gasp softly as I slip my finger inside myself, feeling my pussy tighten and then shudder with anticipation and desire to have his cock thrusting into me.

“I love it when you bite your lip like that,” Oleg says, stepping out of his pants and climbing onto the bed. He pushes my legs apart. His eyes locked onto my pussy.

“Don’t stop. Keep touching yourself. You have no idea how beautiful it is to watch,” he says, kneeling between my legs.

I rub my fingers in small circles over my clit as Oleg pushes his rock-hard cock against my pussy. The lust that surgesin me at that moment is so intense I almost come just from the idea of him filling me up with that monster cock of his.

I gasp as he slides into me, slowly, pushing deeper as I arch my hips up towards him. My body is out of my control. I am entire his to do with as he pleases.

I don’t even care where we are anymore. And I don’t care about any sounds I’m making. I just want him. I want him deeper and harder and fucking me like I am the only thing he ever needs.

He grabs my ass in his hands, lifting me up and pushing all the way inside me. His cock is stretching my pussy open, making me shudder with delight.

He licks his thumb and reaches behind to press it against my ass.

I feel my body tense in fear.

“Relax, little flower,” his deep voice vibrates through me. “I won’t hurt you.”

I take a deep breath and do as he asks, trusting him and giving in to his commands.

He gently rubs my ass while I rub my clit and he fucks me with his cock.

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