Page 58 of Forced Innocent Bratva Bride

And then there was her dress, the killer crimson-red gown that hugged her like a second skin, highlighting her curvature. Her cleavage revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her molds that drew my attention more times than I could count.

The daring slit on the side of her gown added to the overall sophistication of her look, teasing with fleeting glimpses of her alluring legs.

I'd never been prouder to move around a woman.

The very second I’d set eyes on her tonight, I knew that this union had to work. No woman's beauty had ever struck me the way that Lorena's did tonight. She stole my breath away and left me longing for her.

It took a lot of strength to restrain myself from kissing those enticing lips and taking her back upstairs. Lorena had turned me on without even trying.

Throughout the evening, I battled with my erection, struggling to keep it in my pants. All I wanted was to hold her again the way I had on our wedding night. Being in such close proximity to her and not being able to touch her to my satisfaction was torture.

However, seeing how much she enjoyed the show, I realized that the gesture had softened her heart. I could sense the tension lessening between us when she pulled her hand out of mine and stared into my eyes.

My lips curved into a sly smile as I saw a hint of desire lurking in their depths before she looked away.

That explained the sexual tension; she wanted me as much as I wanted her, and that realization made my cock swell in my pants. A heat of passion washed over me, igniting a spark that accentuated my craving for her.

Now, the night had ended, and both my wife and I were seated in the backseat of the car, headed home.

Gordey was in front, navigating through the streets, out of sight, thanks to the privacy divider that separated him from us.

Alone with Lorena by my side, the air was charged with a lot of undeniable tension, filled with unspoken words of passion and desire. My gaze was pinned on her like a hook to a fish, watching her chest heaving slowly, hinting at her craving for me.

She avoided my gaze, her eyes staring into space and her fingers absently toiling together on her lap.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and slid closer to her, closing the distance between us. My eyes roamed her torso, my gaze settling on her tantalizing cleavage.

Her body trembled when the back of my fingers grazed her arm. Lorena's eyes met with mine, and we stared at each other in silence. Her chest continued to heave with slow, jagged breaths as my fingers trailed her arm.

She steeled herself, her heart racing with anticipation when I placed my hand on her lap.

Her skin was soft beneath my palm, smooth and endearing. I watched her anxiety grow; her breathing quickened, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. Yet, she didn't stop me, nor did she break eye contact.

I caressed her thigh, feeling the tremors of her body as my shaft continued to swell in my pants. I dared to slide my hand a little up her leg, watching her reaction to my touch.

Lorena subtly pulled back, as if bracing herself, adjusting in the seat. My eyes dropped to her thighs, exposed from underneath her gown. My heart skipped at the sight of those alluring legs that prompted me to slide my hand further up.

A faint moan escaped her lips, signaling her approval of how far my hand could travel. The leather crunched beneath her weight as she relaxed in the seat, her legs parting ever so slightly, welcoming my hand.

The enticing sight of her red panties sent a spark jolting through my body, a shiver running down my spine. My cock grew harder by the second, threatening to burst through my pants.

I arrived between her thighs, my fingers settling on her underpants. Lorena let out a soft purr, relaxing her muscles as I played with her—fingers caressing the fabric of her panties.

Fuck! She was wet already.

Lorena was so wet that her pussy freely accepted my finger after I shifted her panties and pushed it in. She moaned softly, biting her lower lip, writhing with slow moves.

She reached out and felt the print of my erection, her hand tracing the length over the fabric of my pants.

I edged closer, her slow breaths brushing against my skin and mine against hers. Her body jerked quietly as I pushed deeper inside her, watching her face contort in passion.

Her slender fingers cradled the print of my shaft, her delicate touch igniting a slow burn within me. Again, I thrust deeper inside her and sealed her lips with a kiss that muffled her sharp moans.

My tongue slid into her mouth, and her free hand flew to the side of my face, our heads tilting to the rhythm of the passion between us. My pulse quickened as I devoured those lips of hers, my finger pushing deeper and deeper inside her.

She burned with desire, moaning in my mouth. Our kiss was fervent and intense, tongues twirling. We exchanged breaths, claiming and reclaiming each other's lips. She broke the intense kiss and let out a sweet moan that covered my skin with goosebumps. Her palm rested over her mouth, sealing her soft groans as her eyes widened with passion.

I increased my pace, rapidly fingering her entrance, her wetness serving as a natural lubricant that eased my movements. Her fingers squeezed gently against the print of my shaft, her body shuddering from all that sensation coursing through her.

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