Page 18 of Married to the Bratva

Finally, he’s naked, and I can’t tear my eyes away from his tattoos. They hide more scars than I can count. My eyes move down.

His cock is thick and long, standing proudly at attention, and I lick my lips, a surge of anticipation coursing through me.

Without a word, I sink to my knees before him, staring up into his eyes as I wrap my hand around his shaft.

"Suck it," he orders, his voice rough with desire.

I don’t need to be told twice. I open my mouth wide, taking him in deep, swallowing as much of him as I can.

His groan of approval reverberates through me, and I feel a thrill of satisfaction. His fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me, controlling the pace as I bob my head up and down on his length.

"Fuck, Sophie," he grits out, his hips thrusting forward slightly, driving himself deeper into my throat. "You’re so good at this."

I take pride in his words, using them to drive myself harder, faster. My tongue swirls around the head of his cock, tasting the precome that beads at the tip, and I eagerly lap it up, my moans vibrating against him.

He suddenly pulls back, yanking me to my feet with surprising strength.

"Enough of that," he says, his eyes dark with lust. "I want to be inside you."

And before I can react, he lifts me effortlessly, laying me down upon the bed. My legs instinctively spread, welcoming him, and he positions himself between them, his cock nudging at my entrance.

"Tell me you want this," he demands, his voice commanding, leaving no room for refusal.

"Yes," I gasp, my hands reaching up to grip his shoulders. "Please, Maxim. I need you inside me."

With a growl, he drives into me, filling me completely, and I cry out, the sensation overwhelming. But he doesn’t give me a chance to adjust, already pulling back and thrusting into me again, harder, faster.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he snarls, his hips pistoning against mine. "So tight."

I can only moan in response, my body quivering with each brutal slam of his cock. He consumes me, owns me, and I love every second of it.

His hands roam my body, squeezing my breasts, tweaking my nipples, before sliding down to grip my hips, holding me in place as he pounds into me relentlessly.

"Look at me," he orders, and I obey, meeting his gaze. The intensity in his eyes steals my breath, and I can see the control he wields over me, the power he has to make me submit entirely to his will.

His lips find the sensitive spot just below my ear, his breath hot and uneven against my skin. "Your body is mine to explore, Sophie," he murmurs, his tongue flicking out to trace the delicate curve of my earlobe.

A shiver courses through me, my nipples hardening instantly at the sensation. He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against my neck, and I can feel his smile as he continues his slow, torturous descent down my body.

His mouth trails along my collarbone, teeth nipping lightly at the flesh there before moving lower to capture the peak of my breast.

I arch into him, a gasp escaping my lips as his tongue swirls around my hardened nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud before pulling it fully into his mouth.

The sensation is electric, waves of pleasure coursing through my body as he lavishes attention on my breasts, switching between them with expert precision.

He pulls out of me, leaving a wet trail of kisses down my abdomen, his breath sending goosebumps skittering across my skin.

His fingers dip into the crease where thigh meets hip, tracing lazy circles there before sliding down to cup my pussy. I moan,the sound echoing in the room, as his thumb finds my clit, pressing firmly against the swollen nub.

"So wet for me," he rasps, his voice thick with desire. "Tell me, Sophie, do you like being at my mercy?" He punctuates his question with a sharp flick of his thumb against my clit, driving me to the brink of madness.

"Yes," I pant, my hips bucking up involuntarily as the pressure builds within me. "Yes, Maxim, please..."

He rewards me with another rough stroke, his fingers delving deeper into my folds, spreading my moisture and pushing me ever closer to the edge. My entire body writhes beneath him, every nerve ending alight with the intensity of my need.

Just when I think I can't take anymore, he pulls back, leaving me panting and desperate. I whimper, my body aching for release, for the completion that he alone can provide.

"Maxim, please... don't stop," I beg, my voice shaking with urgency.

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