Page 32 of The Bratva's Knocked-Up Bride

“Oh my god!” I cry out as I unexpectedly feel him slip a finger inside of me. It brushes against my G-spot, and I arch my back towards him in response before he curls it so that the pressure is fully up against my most sensitive part. Unlike his tongue, he starts slowly with his finger, bringing it all the way out and then slowly showing it back in. It goes on for a couple of seconds before he adds another finger.

“Oh,fuck,” I sputter. I’m crying out loudly as he quickly increases the pace of both his tongue and fingers, rapidlydrawing circles around my clit with his tongue and pushing in and out of me with his fingers, fast. I’m dangerously close already, the pleasure too intense for my body to bear. I try to say a few words, but I’m experiencing such insane euphoria that it comes out as pure gibberish. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Roman,” I say.

My words make Roman increase his pace. His lips clamp over my clit and suck hard while his tongue furiously laps at the center. His fingers are pumping in and out of me so rapidly, the tips of them pushing against my G-spot over and over. I squirm as he brings me to the edge, his rapid pace unyielding.

My body is on fire, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I feel the pressure building until I finally can’t take it anymore. My world shatters, and I cry out his name as the pleasure crashes over me in waves, leaving me breathless and trembling beneath him.

But it doesn’t make him stop.

I’m crying out in pure agony as he keeps going, overstimulating me and causing my body to shake violently. My fingers clench his hair hard, and I fear I’m close to ripping strands out. I feel like I’m going to die, and right before my legs are about to involuntarily kick him away, he finally pulls away, wasting no time to collide his lips against mine once more.

“You taste amazing,” he rumbles as he parts his lips from mine. I push mine against his once again, and I pull his shirt over his head as he climbs over me. He pulls away to fumble with his pants, removing his belt with one hand and making quick work of pulling his pants down and tossing them to the side.

I barely have time to recover before he’s there, positioning himself over me. My eyes are immediately drawn to his cock, and my eyes widen at the sight. He’s huge, so muchso that fear rapidly washes over me, and I wonder if he’d even manage to fit inside of me.

“Gwen,” Roman says. Our eyes meet, and I see concern in his own. “Are you sure about this?”

Breathless, I only nod in response, my eyebrows twisted upwards in a pleading way.

Roman’s gaze remains locked on mine as he pushes inside, tip first, slow and careful. I immediately gasp out loud as he slowly pushes the rest of his length into me. The sensation is overwhelming—an intense mix of pain and pleasure—and I grip his shoulders, gasping as he fills me completely.

“Gwen,” he groans, his voice strained, as he starts to move, slow and deep, and it’s everything. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

His cock overfills me. It’s a painful sensation at first as he struggles to fit inside of me, but as he moves slowly and carefully so as not to break me, it begins to transform into something transcendental.

It’s perfect.

Roman slowly picks up the pace, his careful strides quickly shifting into something hungrier, more rabid, until soon enough, he’s pounding into me so hard that the bed shakes beneath us. My ass ripples every single time his crotch makes contact with it, the sound of his slapping against my middle in synchrony with both of our breaths and moans.

“You’re so beautiful,” Roman purrs, leaning over so our chests almost touch. One of his hands rests on the headboard, while the other wraps around my waist and pulls me closer to him, deeper into him. “My wife.Mine.”

His words alone almost bring me closer than his powerful, deep thrusts. “I wonder why you aren’t whimperingmy name?” He adds in a teasing voice, matching with the devilish smirk on his face. I try to speak and obey, but all that comes out is incomprehensible whimpers. I quickly realized, by the way, the look shifted in his eyes, that that was what he really wanted instead of an answer.

“R-Roman…” I moan, tears welling in my eyes. The pleasure is indescribable. It’s pure nirvana. I can already feel another build-up coming; I feel this one will be far more intense than the last. My breathing is labored, exhausted. Meanwhile, Roman only seems to be railing into me faster with every single passing second.

His breathing started to hasten as his gasps became louder. “Cum for me, beautiful,” he says, and my body immediately reacts.

“Oh my god!” I cry out loudly as I orgasm, ten times harder than before, my stomach heaving up and down with my release. Roman grunts loudly in response. I feel his cock twitch inside of me, followed by a warm sensation as he lets out a breathy groan, his larger body fully relaxing into mine as we both reach our climax.

We both remain there for a second, our breathing labored and our sweat-slick bodies pressed together as if we were glued. Our eyes lock, and I’m desperate to know what he’s thinking.

“How was I?” I ask, nervousness blushing my cheeks as I’m the first to break the silence.

At my words, Roman huffs a tiny, breathy laugh. “Perfect,Moya Lyubov,” he says, leaning down to press his lips against mine in a soft, tender kiss. He pulls away, then finally pulls out of me slowly and carefully, and I wince in a mixture of pleasure and pain as his entire length leaves me. “I’ll clean you up,” he says, and I watch as he walks away from the bed and into thelarge bathroom. Seconds later, he returns with a fluffy white towel. He sits on the edge of the bed, grabbing my ankles and gently pulling me towards him.

A warm feeling fills my chest as he begins to gently dab at my skin, carefully wiping both of our juices from my inner thighs, then moving to carefully dab away the wetness coating my pussy. When he’s done, he quickly wipes himself down, then tosses the towel onto the chair in the corner.

“Come,” Roman says, reaching out a hand for me to grab. “Let’s take a shower.”

Immediately, nervousness seizes my core, but I don’t hesitate to put my hand in his as if I’m under a spell.

Later, we’re still tangled up in the sheets, our bodies pressed together, his hand absentmindedly stroking my back as we lie in the afterglow. The room is quiet, save for the sound of our breathing. I feel... content and more at peace than I ever thought possible with him.

I glance up at Roman, the memory of that first night we met flashing through my mind. “That night... the first time I saw you,” I begin softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “We wanted a wild night out, you know? Fake IDs, sneaking into the casino, gambling. We just wanted to let loose and have fun.”

Roman’s brow furrows as he looks down at me, his fingers still tracing lazy patterns on my skin. “That was the plan?” he asks, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

I nod, my heart aching a little at the memory. “Yeah... but everything went wrong.”

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