Page 34 of Forced Pregnant Bride

I never considered myself a saint, but growing up, a part of me hated it when Jayden called the Lord’s name in vain. I was uncomfortable with anyone doing it, and because it felt wrong, it made the hairs on my neck rise, so I’d caution him. But now, I felt nothing but satisfaction as I watched Timur—not hate or caution…justsatisfaction.

His gaze faltered, and he leaned against the wall, tugged down the zipper of his pants, and—in a blinding flash—he pulled out his—

“Put a finger in your pussy for me,Pchelka.”

I couldn’t concentrate, not when he offered me a full big-screen-worthy view of watching him wrap his hand around his veiny hard-on.

“Serena.” His commanding voice and the huskiness, combined with the sound of my name, brought me back to focus.

On its own accord, my finger moved towhere I badly ached for him, and, like the first time, I slipped inside through my slickness. An involuntary moan left my lips, and my eyes fluttered, but he didn’t even give me a chance.

“Eyes on me.”

I looked at him and watched his hands massage the bulge of his length, and the clouded lust in his eyes was enough to drive me to the brink without another stroke. I had never seen a man with his pants down look so hot. He couldn’t take his eyes off my fingers working my pink nub, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

Another thundercrack spilt through the skies outside, and his jaw flexed. He pushed himself off the wall.

His gait and majestic aura as he strode to the bed made me stroke myself faster and plunge deeper, and it took everything in me not to shut my eyes and surrender to the bliss. Taking off the pants and his shirt, he got on the bed with me but didn’t make a move to touch me.

“Go faster,Pchelka.” I obeyed, whimpering when he urged again, “Faster.”

This time, I couldn’t help it; my eyes closed, and I dug my nails into the sheets when I felt his finger brush the inner parts of my thighs to accompany mine in my sex.

Gingerly, he slipped his finger inside me and pressed my clit with his thumb. The extra pressure messed with me, completely burying my morals under the dust. I jutted my butt higher, jerked, and moved my hips against him to match his rhythm. I wanted this man so badly; it couldn’t have been healthy. He watched me with a fascination that made my heart do happy skips, and a wave of pleasure washed through me.

I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d last if he didn’t stop. Biting my lip, I whimpered, “Timur….”

“Don’t you dare come without me,” he ordered, and my eyes met his. It somehow pleased me to know he didn’t look any better than I was feeling inside. If there was any moderate to put it, we were both messed up.

Unashamedly, I admitted, “I want you. I don’t think I can last much longer.”

Pausing, he wrapped his hands on my hips, dragged me lower to the edge of the bed, and stood on his feet. He positioned his erection between my legs and hoisted my butt in the air, so I wrapped my legs around his waist.

I didn’t want to waste a second more, and I didn’t appreciate that he hesitated.

“Timur….”

A glint of amusement danced in his eyes at my voiced frustration, and the tiniest smile hovered on those sexy lips of his. “Eager much?”

Before I could stop myself, my honesty was all over the place. “Just for you,” I said, meeting his eyes.

What was happening?

It felt like I’d been given the truth serum.

My admission made his jaw clench, and to tease me, he eased his tip insanely slow inside me. “Just how much do you want me?”

Honesty prickled again, but I suppressed it. I tried to jerk my butt out, needing to feel him all the way in, but he didn’t let me.

“How much, Serena?”

“Badly,” I blurted. “I want to feel you inside me badly, Timur, so please stop hesitating. It’s making me go crazy.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “I’ll let your plea slide, just this once. But next time, I expect to hear you telling me to fuck you as hard as you want, understood?”

I started to nod when he slammed into me, sheathing himself completely inside me.

I inhaled sharply, and tears of satisfaction rose in my eyes at how much better he felt than my memories. He drove my body against the sheets but gripped my hip to keep me in place.

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