Page 28 of Forced Innocent Bratva Bride

My teeth grazed against her swollen clit, and I felt her hands in my hair, pressing my head deeper like she couldn't get enough. Her back arched higher, her moans growing louder. My tongue danced along her entrance, licking her juice.

I tried to insert a finger inside, but again, she was so fucking tight.

She moaned, “Please, be gentle.”

I raised my head, eyes darting to her frenzied face as I squinted. Suspicion etched on my face, my head tilted to the side. “Hold on, you're not a…?” My voice was laced with skepticism.

She held my gaze and nodded.

My brows arched in surprise. “You're a virgin?”

Again, she nodded.

A light laugh escaped my lips, amused by this shocking revelation. I'd thought that since she was daddy's little girl—a spoiled brat who always got what she wanted—she'd at least have had sex before. Clearly, I was wrong.

“How come?” I asked, amusement flickering in my eyes.

“I wanted to wait until after marriage,” she replied, her voice still heavy from all that anxiety coursing through her.

My lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk, proud to be the first man and the only man to go through her legs. “Do you think you're ready?”

She nodded, her chest heavy with anticipation. “I am. I want it. Can you give it to me?” Her voice was laced with a hint of desperation.

I crawled back to kiss her lips while teasing her with my cap grazing up and down her entrance. She cupped my face in her palms, her body shuddering at the way I teased her.

Her hands flew down to take my cock, positioning it for entry. I took it from there, sealing her lips with a more fervent kiss while slowly thrusting into her.

She moaned in my mouth, pain creeping into her tone as her folds accepted my cock, tearing in the process. “Oh, my God…” she whispered, breaking the kiss. Her eyes grew wider the deeper I traveled.

Her body was tensing as she steeled herself while her pussy swallowed me whole. “Is it all in?” she murmured, her face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure.

I pulled out slowly, feeling her body release its tension, her soft purrs shuddering as I withdrew from her pussy.

There was blood on my shaft, a testament that her hymen was broken.

“I'm gonna put it back inside now,” I whispered, giving her a heads up, my eyes locking on hers.

She stiffened her body, nodding with tightly shut eyes. “Okay.”

My penetration was slow and steady, my push gentle as I thrust back inside her. I pulled out and went back in, then repeated the process over and over until her pussy expanded enough to accommodate me without hurting her much.

Her juice served as a natural lubricant that eased the flow, greasing my cock. My penetration was smooth and painless; I could tell from the way she was writhing beneath me, from the sound of her moans that echoed in my head.

Her hands grasped my back, fingers digging into my flesh like she couldn't get enough. Lorena's moans in my ears only fueled my desire, and I quickened my pace.

We rushed at each other's lips, our kiss sealing her pleasured cries as my waist ground against hers. Her legs dangled in the air while I plunged deeper and deeper into her pussy. My hands roamed her body, claiming every inch of her skin, tracing her curves and contours.

My arm went under her leg and jerked it up, placing it against my shoulder as I continued to ram into her pussy. She yanked her lips off mine, moaning loudly with both her hands flying into her hair.

I rammed into her faster and harder, watching her breasts bounce back and forth in response to my vigorous thrusts. With a guttural groan, my legs trembled, signaling my arrival. My growl turned primal as I gave one last thrust deep inside her, feeling my essence leave my body.

She wrapped her legs and arms around me as I filled her up with my load, her pussy accepting every drop.

Once I was done releasing myself inside her, I collapsed on the bed, laying on my back with heavy breaths. I turned to look at her, and she was just as breathless, her eyes wide with passion.

I pulled her to myself in an attempt to calm her down, and the look in her eyes hinted that she wasn’t satisfied. Neither was I.

She climbed on top one, straddling me with a mischievous grin on her face. Lorena wanted more, and so did I.

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