Page 37 of Forced Bratva Hostage

Gently, I tugged at the folds of her towel, my fingers grazing against her skin as she continued to hold my gaze, her hand still stroking my cock. Her chest heaved with anticipation, the terry cloth fabric unraveling to reveal the delicate molds of her breasts.

Her breathing became harder to catch by the second as the fabric slid down her skin, pooling around her waist.

My eyes roamed her exposed body, drinking in this gorgeous sight. Her porcelain skin glowed with a soft radiance that seemed to simmer, inviting my touch.

It was the graceful slope of her moderately sized breasts and the subtle curves of her hips that captured my attention.

She wouldn't stop staring, her gaze lingering on my face as if searching for approval. She'd seen me fucking Veronica, whose breasts were larger than hers. It was only logical to feel less of herself at the moment, hoping that I wouldn't be disappointed.

“Beautiful,” I said, my words laced with sincerity.

Her smile broadened, cheeks turning red as the air around us vibrated with tension, heavy with the promise of intimacy.

I grabbed her breasts, squeezing softly, my lips reclaiming hers in heated passion. She lay on her back, cupping my face with her palm while I climbed on top of her, kissing and fondling her boobs.

Her head tilted, revealing her neck, her hands grasping my shoulders as I left her lips, settling them on her neck. Slowly, I grazed my cock over her cunt as she arched her back, a soft, throaty moan following.

I kissed her neck through to her chest, and I took one breast in my mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed, swooning in pleasure. As I sucked one, twirling my tongue around the nipple, I squeezed the other, my fingers tuning the nipple.

Her breathy sighs filled the air, hands rubbing over my back. The scent of her arousal invaded my senses, fueling my desire as the soft tremors of her body vibrated against mine.

I slid further down her body, my palms tracing her curves, the tip of my tongue gliding through to her swollen clit.

She jerked her body in reaction to me licking her clit, her hands reflexively flying into my hair. I grabbed both of her thighs, holding them in place as she twisted and twirled, unleashing whispers of pleasure.

Her responses fueled my passion, driving me deeper as I savored her addictive taste, relishing her sweetness. Her skin—warm, smooth, and soft—invited my exploration, her moans music to my ears.

I jerked my head to look at her, resting on her elbow, her legs wide apart in front of me. “You taste so good.” My voice was a low, husky whisper.

Her response was a smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

I buried my face back between her legs, my tongue gliding up and down her wet entrance. Wren's fingers dug into my scalp as she pushed my head further in, her sweet moans filling the air.

As I ate, I reveled in her scent, a heady mix of desire and femininity that intoxicated me. My muscles tensed at the feel of her slowly surrendering to me.

She bucked her hips, aiding me to eat her better, her hand still pushing against my head as though she couldn't get enough.

For a moment there, she went silent, producing a suppressed groan that soon erupted into a breathless gasp. She'd been holding it in, her legs trembling as well as her whole body. And upon her loud gasp, she expelled an odorless, warm juice on my face.

Trembling at the sensation jolting across her like electricity, her body fell back on the bed, breathless.

Turned on by the sight of her shaking and writhing on the sheets, I rose to my feet, shedding my robe. Swiping a palm over my mouth, I wiped her juice and climbed back on top of her.

With the tip of my cock, I teased her slippery entrance: up…down…up…down. She continued to moan, her fingers grabbing the sheets. “You like that, don't you?” I questioned, increasing the speed.

“Yes!” She arched her back, her hips swaying, seeking more contact. “It feels so good,” she whispered, swimming in ecstasy.

“I'm about to go in,” I announced, slowly rubbing the cap over her entrance.

She looked at me, desire flashing in her eyes. “Okay.” She nodded.

I positioned myself, gently pushing into her as her hand flew to her mouth like she was trying to contain the emotions threatening to explode from within.

She was so fucking tight, but her wetness was a good enough lube. Wren strained. A single vein, however discreet, lined her forehead as her breath seemed to be lodged in her throat. Her chest was heaving, her palm pressed tightly over her mouth.

Wren let out a series of husky murmurs, her eyes tightening as I penetrated her slowly expanding pussy. As gently as I pushed, even with one hundred percent caution, I still heard the faint sound of her flesh tearing.

Her grip around the sheets tightened, her body shaking as her eyes stayed shut. She took her palm off her mouth, and a groan escaped.

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