Page 65 of The Bratva's Forced Innocent Bride

“Hell no, let it burn,” I said, even as I got up to take care of it.

Dima and Ivan shoved me back down in my seat. “We’ve got this. Enjoy what’s left of your first Thanksgiving with your wife.”

Aleks took the hint at that, and he, Katie and Alina headed home. Brooke was about to tell them there was no way they could drive all that distance so late at night, but I gave her a look that had her pressing her lips together. As soon as we were alone, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her body close to mine.

“God, I thought they were going to move in permanently,” I said, nuzzling the soft spot above her collarbone.

“After all the times they had me as a guest, I can’t believe you…” she trailed off when I found the place near her ear that always drove her crazy.

“Aleks owns a hotel about twenty minutes from here,” I said, licking her earlobe. “They’ll be fine.”

“Well, in that case, keep going.”

Her leg rose to wrap around my hip, and palming her ass, I lifted her so that her heat ground against my middle. Backing her toward the deck, I settled her on the edge of the wide railing, then found her mouth with mine.

“You taste just like the apple cobbler,” I said, licking her lower lip while I slid my hands up her back.

“And you taste like pumpkin pie,” she said, moaning when I nudged her legs apart and moved between them.

My cock was as hard as steel and straining at my pants as I tugged her dress up around her hips to get to her heat. Her arms locked around my neck as she ground against me, already as wild as I was. We had a spark that could never be put out,always glimmering in the background and waiting to become a flame.

“Max,” she sighed, nipping at my lip. “Touch me.”

I had one hand tangled in her hair and the other pulling her zipper down the length of her back, but I knew just what she was pleading for. Holding her as she leaned back over the sand below us, I slipped my hand between her thighs and found the damp fabric of her panties.

“How are you so wet for me already?” I groaned as I shoved them aside to sink my fingers into her tight pussy.

“I’ve been wet for you since you ran your hand up my leg during dessert.”

“That was nothing,” I laughed.

“Everything you do makes me wild,” she said, hungrily grabbing at my hair to bring my mouth down to hers.

I eased my fingers out of her, reveling in the sound of her moans and the feel of her sigh on my lips, then circled her swollen clit until she was writhing in my arms.

“Just a little longer,” I said. “You don’t know how much I love playing with your sweet little pussy, my love.”

She jerked against my fingers, clamping her teeth into my shoulder as I inadvertently tipped her over the edge. Wanting to feel her tight channel spasm around my fingers, I thrust into her, making her cry out and whip her head back. I kept a tight hold around her waist, not letting her fall, and marveled at her trust in me.

Slowing my movements, I eased her back from the heights I sent her to, watching her eyes go darkest midnight blue as she straightened up. That wild hunger that only I could satedanced in them as she reached for my pants, popping the button and jerking down the zipper.

“Oh, hell,” I groaned.

Her grip on my cock had me almost losing my hold on her, but she slid down off the railing to her knees. Before I could take another breath, she had me in her mouth. Her slippery, wet lips dragged along my length as she dug her fingers into the sides of my thighs. I watched in frozen fascination as her tongue darted around my tip, lapping up my dripping juices as eagerly as if it were the finest wine.

Her hair fluttered behind her in the breeze from the ocean and I closed my eyes, taking in the sensations from her luscious mouth as I breathed in the salty scent from the sea she loved so much. So many nights we’d spent naked in the sand as the edges of the surf licked at our feet. I would have taken her down there if it weren’t just starting to get too cold.

Trying to distract myself from the magic she was working on my cock didn’t last long, and I reached down to pull her up.

“No, it’s too good,” she whined.

“I’m about to come down your throat,” I said, voice ragged from need. “I’d rather fuck your perfect little pussy.”

She pouted for a split second, but when I had her turned around and bent over the rail with my hand between her thighs to work her clit from behind, she nodded.

“Okay, this is good, too,” she said.

As she shuddered under my palm, I lined up my cock with her opening, teasing her up and down until she reached around and grabbed my arm, snarling, “Now. Fuck me now, Max. Please.”

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