Page 62 of Forced Bratva Hostage

Without a moment of hesitation, I claimed those cherry lips, devouring them so fervently while simultaneously fingering her pussy.

My kiss sealed her pleasured cries, our heads tilting vigorously to the rhythm of the heat burning within us.

She spread her legs, granting me better access to her wet pussy as her hands dropped to my pants, fingers deftly unbuckling my belt. With each passing second, our passion grew and burned brighter, threatening to consume both.

The once-shy woman who was concerned about getting caught now exuded confidence, her hand sliding into my pants to withdraw my shaft. I could barely recognize this lioness longing for my cock, her tongue traveling deeper into my mouth.

Wren's arousal must've thrown her shame out the window as she was all over me, willing to get laid here and now. She broke away from my kiss, her lips pressing against my neck as she withdrew my shaft, stroking it sensually.

“Fuck me,” she said, her voice sounding more like an instruction than a request.

“The maids are right below us,” I teased, stealing her own words.

“I don't care,” she responded, stealing mine in perfect irony.

I left her pussy to squeeze her breasts while reclaiming her lips. She shifted her panties, raised her leg, and inserted my cock into her cunt. I pushed deep into her, and she moaned, cupping my face in her palms. I grabbed her raised leg, holding it in place as I pounded my groin against hers.

She stood balanced on one heel, her mound accepting and swallowing my cock while I rammed her hard. Her legs trembled, her moans growing louder.

My palm covered her mouth, muffling her ecstatic cries, as I wouldn't slow down. Her arms wrapped around me, caressing my back as I continued to thrust deeper and deeper into her, reveling in her muffled murmurs.

She gasped sweetly as I took my hand off her mouth. “Don't stop,” she implored, pleading with her eyes. “Please, don't stop.”

My hips flexed, driving me further into her, plunging deeper and deeper, our bodies colliding in the heat of passion. My hand held onto her raised leg, controlling and adjusting it to my will.

She writhed against me, fingers digging into my flesh as she pulled me closer. “Fuck me harder,” she whispered, moaning.

At her request, I quickened my pace, responding to her urgent whispers. My thrusts became insistent as I claimed her, plunging deeper and faster.

“Yes, harder!” she gasped, eyes widening in sheer pleasure.

My strokes grew faster, fueled by her sexy pleas, as I drove into her with an increasing intensity.

“Oh, my God, yes!” she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed, lost in ecstasy.

Her breathing became ragged, her body arching and bowing to my touch. She locked my lips with hers, releasing her moans into my mouth.

I grabbed her ass, fingers digging into her flesh before spanking her butt cheek.

She jerked, wincing at the sweet pain that jolted through her body. With all the adrenaline pumping through my blood, I lifted her off the ground, her legs clasping around my waist.

Her hair fell loosely, framing her face. She lowered her head to kiss me, and I carried her in my arms as I headed toward our bedroom.

I grabbed the door handle, pushed it open, and glided into the room, engrossed in the fervency of her kiss. With the back of my leg, I kicked the door shut, heading to the bed.

I lay her on her back, pulling her panties off before shedding her gown and yanking it above her head. Her breasts, slightly saggy, came into view, pleasing my eyes. Slipping out of my coat, I tossed it away, impatiently loosening my tie.

I let my pants fall, welling at my feet as I stepped out of them and joined her on the bed. She giggled as my fingers traced her curves, my lips kissing her body.

She flipped me over, positioning herself astride me, my cock sliding into her cunt. Wren lowered herself until she swallowed me whole. Her hands roamed over my torso, tracing my chiseled abs and broad chest.

Her hips ground against me, moving back and forth with soft moans. She wore a pleasure-filled expression that fueled my desire. I grabbed her waist, guiding her pace, as we locked eyes, feeling the passion between us.

She smiled, her hair cascading down, framing our entwined faces as she rode me, hands flying to feel her own breasts. Wren's moans fueled my desire, making me crave her even more as I bucked my hips, seeking a deeper connection.

She leaned forward, her lips inches from mine. Her warm breath brushed against my skin. I could feel her delicate breasts pressing against my body, her hard nipples grazing over my chest.

She whispered sweet nothings, her body writhing on top of me as her pace quickened. Her gasps filled the air, mingling with the blend of sweat and perfume as our bodies moved as one.

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