Page 74 of Forced Bratva Hostage

I stared back, looking right into those amazing green eyes of his, watching the adoration dancing in their depths.

“Speaking of,” he began, his hand gliding down to my ass, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper that caused my pussy to tingle. “Don't you think it's time you gave me another?” He squeezed my butt, leaning forward to whisper, “Besides, I've still got one more gift for you tonight.”

An abrupt moan escaped my lips when his hand traveled up my thigh, his fingers teasing my skin. My body shuddered at his touch, my breath lodging in my throat.

I could never resist him, anyway, and I'd never wanted to.

“Oh, yeah…? What gift is that?” I asked, trembling as his finger settled on my underpants.

“This.” He claimed my lips and slipped his tongue into my mouth.

I kissed him back, my body tensing at the sexual flame he’d ignited within me. My palms cupped his face, our heads tilting in sync. Even after all this time, I still wasn't tired of him; I couldn't seem to ever get enough of this man.

His touch always worked its magic on me, fueling my desire and making me crave him more. My legs parted, allowing him access to my center as he shifted my panties to the side.

I moaned into his mouth as he slid his finger inside me, his thumb caressing my clit with a gentle touch. My hand roamed his body, feeling his hard skin under my palm.

We moved in sync, him stepping forward and me stepping backward until my ass hit the edge of a table. The kiss was growing more and more fervent by the second, the tension and longing overwhelming us both.

The air was charged, intense, with our bodies colliding in the heat of passion, tongues dancing in our mouths. I was breathless, my chest rising and falling, hands grasping the edge of the table behind me.

He unzipped my knee-length flowered gown all the way down to my waist, his hand reaching to fondle my breasts over the fabric. His touch sent waves of ecstasy coursing through me, and I broke our kiss, letting out a series of soft purrs.

He yanked down the fabric on my chest region, my bare breasts coming into view. His eyes dropped to my bosom, hands gently squeezing my swells. “So beautiful,” he whispered, meeting my gaze.

My lips curled into a smile, amazed at how my body still had the same effect on him, as if he were seeing it for the first time. He kissed my cheeks, then the nape of my neck, his lips pressing delicately against my skin.

Meanwhile, his fingers were relentlessly sliding inside me. He'd begun with one finger, and gradually, I became so wet that my cunt now accepted two of them.

His lips settled on my nipples, the chill of his tongue sending shivers down my spine. A pleasure-filled sigh escaped me, my hands rubbing through his hair as he sucked on one nipple while simultaneously fingering my pussy.

Afanasy switched to the other breast, taking it in his mouth, his teeth deliciously grazing against it. He lifted me and set me down on the table before returning to kiss my lips, his fingers tuning my nipples.

I helped him out of his round-neck shirt, his masculine body coming into view. The soft lighting cast warm a glow over his chiseled physique, highlighting the defined ridges of his abs. He locked eyes with me, desire burning in our depths as my hands traversed the contours of his torso.

The sight of his body would always be new to me—I'd never get used to it, even if I tried to. He wasmyman, and that reality alone always turned me on. My hands slid down to his waist, gently rubbing over the print of his hard cock, before unbuckling his belt.

I dug my hand into his pants, stroking his length for a moment while he pushed his fingers deeper inside me. It was hard to concentrate with all that electricity surging through my shuddering body. I withdrew his cock, stroking with my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his fingers digging into my throbbing mound.

Afanasy raised my leg, setting it on the table as he went on his knees, positioning his face—ready to go down on me. He jerked his eyes, locking them on mine in a fleeting moment as he used his fingers, excluding the thumb, to rub over my clit.

My body trembled at his rapid swipes, eyes rolling back into their sockets—a testament to sheer pleasure. “Oh, my God, that feels so good,” I moaned, my legs quivering in the air.

I bit my lower lip, feeling aflame, consumed by passion, my hand combing my hair backward. His actions stole my breath away and stopped my heart for a moment. My body stiffened, eyes dropping to look at him, wondering what he was doing to me. My face scrunched up in passion, an intense wave of pleasure coursing through my veins.

I lay on my back, surrendering to his magic, my hands reaching to fondle my own breasts, fingers tuning and pinching my nipples. My back arched, every nerve in my body singing with delight.

“You're killing me, Afan,” I moaned, eyes fluttering shut as euphoria washed over me, drowning out everything else.

I bucked my hips, seeking more contact, my heart swelling with desire. He quickened his pace, his rapid swipes going faster by the minute.

“Oh, my God!” I sat back on the table with a heaving chest, eyes widening at the intensity of this spark of electricity surging through me. “Keep going. Don't stop—yes!” I shrieked delightedly, almost climaxing. “Right there, right there,” I cried, my tone laced with desperation.

He granted my wish, swiping over the exact spot that I wanted. I shut my eyes, my body shuddering at how hot my pussy had become. Literally.

Afanasy continued, his moves relentless, as though his goal was to make me come. The more he swiped over my clit, the wetter I became, and the harder it was for me to breathe.

“Fuck!” A sensual groan rumbled deep within my throat.

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