Page 23 of Bought By the Bratva

Using my tongue, I drew an eight-figure over her pussy before homing in on her clitoris. I softly kissed her clitoris before opening my lips slightly and sucking it into my mouth. She wiggled her hips, groaning with pleasure as I sucked and released and sucked again.

Sucking it in a bit further, I held her clitoris in place as I moved my tongue over it in a couple of quick flicks. Nadia breathed out loudly as she lifted her bottom, pushing herself more into me.

She tasted delightfully sweet and salty. My hormones pounded through me, driving me crazy with lust. I stopped and glanced at her. Nadia lifted her head, looking at me. I placed a finger in my mouth, wetting it as I parted her pussy lips with my other. Gently, I slipped my finger into her as I watched her reaction.

Nadia huffed, fluttered her eyes, and lowered her head again. I moved my finger in and out before adding another one. She was dripping wet by the time I added a third. Shifting slightly, I placed my thumb on her clitoris as I moved in and outof her. Her moans became louder as I played with her clitoris while penetrating her with my fingers.

Moving my other hand, I pushed it up her body under her shirt, grabbing hold of one breast. I felt my dick pumping against the constraints of my pants. It was begging for freedom and some action. But I wanted to wait; I wanted her to come first and want me.

Feeling her pussy tightening around my fingers, I knew she was close. Placing my mouth over her clitoris again, I sucked and nibbled on it as I started moving my fingers in and out a bit quicker. She shook her head and moaned louder. Each time I felt her pussy tightening, I increased the pace.

Nadia grabbed hold of my hair as she moaned even louder. Then I felt her climaxing as she showered my hand in cum. As I started pulling back, Nadia held me tighter, pulling my head back between her legs. She wanted more. Shaking my head, I loosened her grasp and stood up.

Looking down into her eyes, I could see her desire burning deep within her. Why would she want more if she appeared to never have wanted me before, I wondered. In all our contact she never seemed to really want any contact. Then I wondered how much more did she want? How long could she go, and how far would I be able to push it before she pushed back?

Before I could make any conclusions, my body reacted to her reaching out for me. I couldn’t resist as my pumping dick was starting to hurt; it had to be freed and fed. Ripping my shirt open, I dropped it to the floor as I lowered my pants. As I got onto the bed, I shifted her up before sitting over her.

Leaning in, we kissed for a while before I moved down, sucking her nipples. I felt her nails digging into my back asshe moaned with pleasure. Pulling her into my arms, I turned. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I lowered her onto my lap.

I stroked her neck and back as I moved to her ass. Gripping them hard, I lifted her with me as I stood and walked to the wall. Pinning her up against the wall next to the door, our mouths fought a battle for control.

My cock was so hard, it burned for her. Lifting her a bit more, I lowered her gently onto my cock. Nadia bit down in my neck as she muffled a scream once I was entirely inside her. She was so wet, hot, and tight, I had to breathe in hard to not cum before her.

Her nails were once again digging into my back, surely leaving red marks as she moved her fingers up and down. Pinning her harder, I held onto the wall as I thrust deeper into her a couple of times. Nadia moaned into my ear.

Gripping her hips, I lowered her to the floor and swung her around. Taking her in the neck, I pushed her upper body down softly. Leaning closer, I whispered. “Do you want more?

Nadia turned her head and glanced at me. She was smiling, her bright green eyes sparkling as she softly replied. “Yes,”

“You must want it. You need to tell me if you truly want more?” I teased her.

“Oh, yes, I want more,” she added.

Standing up, I slapped her ass as I spoke harder. “It doesn’t seem like you want it. Do you want more?”

“Hell, yes,” she spat back. “I want it, I want more. Baby, fill me with your cock.”

I could see her blushing as she spoke, and for a moment, I wondered if she had ever spoken to anyone in that tone. Takinghold of her hips, I thrust my dick into her. Nadia lifted her head, letting out a loud moan.

She lowered her upper body more as she shifted her legs apart. This gave me more access to her. I moved in and out of her wet pussy a couple of times gently. As her breathing became more labored, I increased the pace.

Her pussy tightened as she came up, letting out a loud scream as we came together. I pulled her against me and held her for a moment as we tried to catch our breaths. I felt sensational and didn’t want to let go.

Nadia turned her head and lifted it to me. I kissed her cheek as she whispered. “Thank you.”

Turning her to me, I took her face in my hands and kissed her. “Want to have a quick shower?” I asked. She nodded and went to the bathroom where I joined her.

After a shower, we got dressed and ready for bed. I was in before her. Interlocking my fingers, I placed them behind my head. Nadia got in and lay down on my arm. There was a moment of silence as we just lay there.

Nadia cleared her throat before speaking. “I can’t remember the last time I laid next to someone or in someone’s arms. Thank you for allowing me to lay here with you.”

I felt a knot starting to form in my throat. This woman has suffered more than most people I knew. She was such a gentle soul and deserved happiness.

Lowering my arm, I held her as I spoke. “My mother used to ensure we were tucked in at bedtime. She had a set routine.” I chuckled as I remembered those times. “Tasha always had to have a last glass of milk or a snack before she would settle. I missher so much. She believed there was good in everyone. People loved her, and she loved all.”

“I wish I had such stories to share,” Nadia breathed out. “I was very young when my parents passed. I was basically on my own during my childhood.”

Kissing her hand, I whispered. “I’m sorry you had to endure such a loss so young.”

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