Page 65 of Captured By the Bratva

A wicked, carnal grin changed his face. He eyed me, taking in the wet entrance that beckoned him, and I shivered in anticipation.

“You want to know how you can trust that I want you?”

I exhaled a quick, breathy whoosh of air as he trailed his fingers up and down my slit, teasing me. “Yes, Ivan. Show me how much you want me, please.”

“Not just like this,” he growled, pushing me to scoot back on the table. “Butalways.”

I leaned back, shaky with need. Desire controlled me, and I couldn’t wait for him to take over that power and commandeer it as he saw fit. Whatever he wanted, I knew it would be good for me.

“Hold on to the other side of the table.”

I reached up, scraping my nails to claw for the edge. His hand lay heavy on my stomach, pushing down so I’d be flat. Once I found the table’s edge, I held on tight.

He lowered immediately, replacing his fingers with his tongue, his lips, then his teeth, too. He sucked and licked with precision, laving my tender flesh with a hunger I wished he’d always have for me.

Tension built and burned as my pussy throbbed and ached. My pulse was already so fast, and I feared my heart couldn’t keep up with the intense suspense and buildup to what would likely be a brutal orgasm.

“You see?” he taunted, looking up at me with my juices glistening on his chin. “You see how fucking hungry I am for you?”

I groaned, arching into his hand as he thrust his fingers in. It felt too good. So damned wonderful and thrilling, yet not enough.

“I see.”

He leaned over. I registered the press of his side on my leg, and I wondered if he was done eating me out. I wasn’t there yet. I needed more. I wanted to come so damn badly after all these weeks of pining for him.

“And do you feel?” he asked in a gravelly tone as he slipped something hard into my cunt.

I tensed, breathing faster as I tried to understand what he was doing. Opening my eyes slowly, I took in the wicked sight of him sliding a sculpting tool into me. The smooth, polished handle was easily the size of three of his fingers. At the top, sticking outside me and resting in his hand, was the circular metal loop that sliced into clay.

Oh, God.

The handle fit into me just as well as his fingers did. Hard and thick. Deep and steady.

“Oh… fuck.” I was incapable of any further speech. He was so dirty, so impulsive, and not afraid to give it to me hard.

He held the open sharp loop, plunging the tool’s handle up into me at the same time he circled my clit with his fingers, rubbing so perfectly, so quickly, that I came in no time.

“You feel how I can make you fly?”

Keening cries of pleasure were all I could manage. Speech was impossible. Thoughts ceased to fill my mind. I writhed and bucked, quivering with the intensity of coming after such a long dry spell.

“And I will never stop,” he promised, shedding his pants. The zipper was so loud. The drag over the surface, rough and unsanded, burned under my ass.

“Never,” I agreed, reaching for him limply as wave after wave of bliss crashed through me. I couldn’t catch my breath, suspended in this weightless feeling of floating and sinking at the same time.

He dragged me further to the edge of the table, lifting my legs into the air as he lined up the tip of his dick.

“I will fuck the doubt out of you, sweetheart.”

Then he proceeded to do just that. With one hard drive in, he sank his cock into me. I groaned, tensing at the full, hard hit of his length so deep inside me. Just like before, he didn’t give me a chance to adjust, to acclimate to this hard, delicious stretch.

In and out, he pounded into me. Gripping my legs, he dug his fingers into my flesh. His nails pressed into my skin. Sweat slicked between my ass and the rough board. My hair tugged and pinched as it caught on the grain of the wood. All the while, I clung to the other edge of the table, holding on for dear life as my muscles quivered from the strain.

“You hear me?” he rasped, squeezing my legs more as he sped up his full, brutal thrusts into me.

He showed no mercy. He gave me no pause. Straight into me. Over and over again.

“You’re going to fucking come for me, good girl. You’re going to squeeze my dick with that tight pussy and milk me.”

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