Page 8 of Knocked Up by the Bratva

I press a rough kiss to her mouth again, savoring the way she sighs into it, completely giving in. She’s soft under my hands, pliable, and I love the way she responds to my touch, like she’s been waiting for this her whole life.

I drag my lips down her neck, biting gently at her skin as my hands explore her body, touching every inch of her. She’s so sensitive, her breath hitching with every touch, and I can’t help but tease her, taking my time, enjoying every second.

“You like being told what to do, don’t you?” I murmur against her skin, my hand sliding up her inner thigh, pushing her legs apart.

She nods, biting her lip, her cheeks flushed. “Yes…,” she whispers, her voice trembling.

I smirk, loving how she’s reacting to me. “Then listen carefully. You’re going to let me touch every inch of you. You’re going to do exactly as I say.” I pause, my hand hovering just above her panties. “Understood?”

Her breath catches in her throat, and she nods again, this time with more confidence. “Understood.”

“Good girl.”

With that, I slide my hand under the waistband of her panties, feeling her warm, soft skin. Her body tenses, but she doesn’t stop me. Instead, she arches her back slightly, pushing herself closer to me, and that’s all the encouragement I need.

I move my hand slowly, deliberately, watching her face as I touch her, and the soft whimper that escapes her lips makes my pulse race. I kiss her again, harder this time, my tongue slipping into her mouth as I continue to explore her body.

She moans into the kiss, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her as I push her closer to the edge. She’s so responsive, so eager, and I can tell by the way her body moves against mine that she’s completely lost in the moment.

I pull back slightly, just enough to look her in the eyes. “You still sure about this?”

Her eyes flutter open, and she looks up at me, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. “Yes,” she whispers, and there’s no hesitation this time.

I grin, satisfied with her answer, and press my lips to hers again. This time, I don’t hold back. I kiss her deeply, hungrily, my hands moving faster, rougher, as I claim her completely. She gasps, her body trembling beneath me, but she doesn’t pull away. If anything, she pulls me closer, her hands running through my hair as she gives in to the sensation.

She’s mine now, in every way that matters. I intend to make sure she knows it. The thought alone makes my cock stiffen.

I pull back from her lips, my grip tightening on her hips as I flip her over onto her stomach. She gasps, her hands instinctively reaching for the sheets beneath her, but she doesn’t resist. I know she likes this—being handled, being told what to do—and that thought drives me wild.

She’s soaked as I enter her, walls deliciously tight. She whimpers, body arching, and it sends a shiver down my spine. I work her slowly at first, letting her adjust; but that won’t last long.

“Stay still,” I growl, pressing my weight against her back, my lips grazing the shell of her ear. “You’re mine now.”

Her breath hitches, her body trembling under me, but I can feel her arch her back just a little, pressing herself closer to me. She’s so damn responsive, so willing. It makes me want to ruin her in the best way possible.

Jennifer writhes beneath me as I pound into her, like she doesn’t know what to do. Has she never taken it from behind before? Through the haze of arousal, I ask, “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

Her eyes squeeze shut. “Y-yes.”

I smirk at her answer, running my hand down her thigh before grabbing her ass roughly, making her gasp. I can’t help but enjoy the way she trembles beneath me, completely surrendering to the moment.

Her moan fills the room, and it sends a thrill through me. “I want you to remember this,” I whisper, my breath hot against her skin. “Every time you look at those bruises, I want you to think of me. I want you to know who you belong to.”

She moans again, her body trembling under my grip. “I will,” she whispers, her voice breathless, needy.

I grip her harder, my fingers digging into her soft skin as I move against her, rougher now, more demanding. She cries out, but there’s no pain in her voice—just pure, raw desire. I love the way she reacts to me, the way she gives in without question. It’s like she’s made for this, for me.

“You like this, don’t you?” I ask, my voice rough as I hold her down, my hand sliding up to grip the back of her neck, keeping her in place. “You like being treated like this. Like you’re mine.”

“Yes,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “I like it. I like being yours.”

I rock into her, cock filling her, loving the way she gasps beneath me. Her body arches again, and I can feel the tension in her, the way she’s holding herself back, waiting for me to take her over the edge.

“You belong to me now,” I growl, my voice low and possessive.

She moans in response, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her as she loses herself to the sensation. I can feel the heat radiating off her, the way her body moves in perfect rhythmwith mine. It’s intoxicating, the way she gives herself over to me completely, without hesitation, without fear.

I release her wrists, my hands moving to grip her waist again, holding her tight as I move harder, rougher. Her body shudders beneath me, and I know she’s close, so close. I lower my lips to her ear again, my voice a low, dangerous whisper.

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