Page 24 of Bratva Baby

“Like this?”

I can only manage a nod. He continues, and his mouth works its way down to my collarbone, sending shockwaves throughout my body. He pulls the straps of my slip down, letting the material pool around my waist. His large, calloused hands skim over my shoulders and breasts, and my nipples pebble beneath his touch.

“Goddamn,” he breathes.

I let out a whimper, not trusting myself to speak. I hate the effect he has on me, but the heat of his touch and the deep timbre of his voice are doing things to my body. His length presses into my abdomen, and I can’t resist looking down at him. A drop of pre-cum beads at the tip, and an overwhelming need to touch him overrides my better judgment.

I slide a tentative hand between us, and when I wrap my fingers around his shaft, he groans. The sound makes my knees weak, and a fresh wave of wetness gathers between my thighs. I’ve never touched a man before, but the instinct takes over,and I pump my fist, stroking. He’s smooth and hard, and the knowledge that I can affect him this way is a heady feeling.

His mouth finds mine, and his tongue explores my lips. I part them, and he plunges in, devouring me. I’ve never been kissed like this, with such desperation and hunger, and the raw need makes me dizzy. My whole body is aching and yearning for more. I’m throbbing with desire, and I can’t remember why I didn’t want him to touch me again.

His hands travel to my hips, and he lifts me up with ease. My legs wrap around his waist, and he carries me over to the bed, laying me down. I’m trapped beneath him, and a sliver of fear runs through me. This is unfamiliar territory, but a bigger part of me wants him, wants more of his hands and mouth and everything.

He leans down and kisses me again, slow and deep, and his tongue strokes against mine. His cock is straining against my inner thigh, and my hips arch up, seeking friction. His hand slips between us, and when he finds my soaked slit, his fingers circle my clit. The pressure is exquisite, and my legs fall open, begging for more.

He chuckles, low and gravelly, and the sound goes straight to my core. “You like that,Krasivaya?”

I’m panting now, and my brain can’t form a response. Instead, I grind my hips against his hand, urging him on. He doesn’t need more convincing, and he slips a finger inside, stretching me as he lowers his mouth to my nipple. When he sucks the sensitive peak, I let out a cry of pleasure. My pussy clenches around his digit, and he adds another, pumping in and out.

He kisses his way down my body, and when his mouth reaches my sex, his tongue swirls over my clit. My hands fist inthe sheets, and my head is spinning. I can’t get enough air, and the pleasure is so intense, it’s almost painful. He keeps licking and sucking, and his fingers continue working in and out of me. His fingers curl inside me, finding that perfect spot, and I can’t even recognize the voice coming out of me, begging him not to stop.

The pressure builds, and I feel like I’m teetering on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall. I’m desperate for release, and I’m so close, but I don’t want to fall over yet. I’m desperate for his cock, desperate to feel him inside me.

I tug at his shoulders, pulling him up, and he obliges. His lips are glistening with my juices, and the sight is erotic. I don’t hesitate, kissing him hard and tasting myself on his mouth. He positions himself between my legs, and his length rubs against my slick folds.

“Do you want this?”

I’m already nodding before he’s even finished asking.

“Say it,” he demands. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you.”

“Good girl.” He gives a gentle nudge forward, and the head of his cock breaches my entrance.

I inhale sharply, and a mixture of pain and pleasure spreads through me. He pushes in slowly, stretching me, and his eyes lock onto mine. There’s an intensity there, something deeper than just lust, but it’s gone too quickly. My thoughts scatter, and all I can focus on is the feeling of him filling me, his cock sliding deeper and deeper.

When he’s fully sheathed, he pauses, letting me adjust. The pain is fading, and a delicious fullness takes its place. I moveagainst him, urging him on, and he begins to thrust, long and deep.

“God, Seraphina.”

My name on his lips sounds foreign. Hearing him say it so reverently makes my heart skip.

His movements pick up speed, and his cock drives into me. I wrap my legs around him, taking him deeper, and my hips arch to meet him. It feels incredible, and I’m lost in the sensation of his body joined with mine. He’s everywhere, surrounding me, and his scent envelopes me.

He lowers his head and kisses me again, and his tongue plunders my mouth, matching the rhythm of his cock inside me. My skin is hot, and my pussy clenches around him. My breasts are crushed against his chest, and his stubble is rough against my cheek. I never knew pleasure like this existed.

His breathing grows ragged, and he pumps faster. I’m climbing toward that peak again, and I know he’s getting close, too.

His thumb finds my clit, and the added pressure is too much. I let go, and my orgasm crashes over me. Pleasure rolls through me, and I cry out his name, digging my nails into his back. He gives a few more thrusts, and then he’s coming, too, filling me with his seed.

He buries his face in my neck, grunting and panting, and I’m still seeing stars. We’re both slick with sweat, and his body is heavy on mine, but I don’t care. All the tension is gone, and there’s nothing but euphoria and a deep sense of satisfaction.

After a moment, he rolls off me, and the sudden absence of his weight is jarring. He pulls me into his side, and his arm wraps around me. The gesture is unexpectedly tender, and mybody stiffens. This isn’t how I imagined it would be, cuddling and falling asleep together. It feels too intimate.

He nuzzles his face in my hair. “You’re mine now,” he whispers.

I blink, uncertain what to make of the statement. It should probably bother me, but instead, a surge of possessiveness wells up inside me. A tiny, delusional part of me wants him all to myself.