Page 34 of Forced Prisoner By the Bratva

My eyes widened at the feeling of the cock in my hand. It was heavy and long, and my heart skipped at the thought of it going in through my tight cunt.

But it didn't matter. I wanted him, and I wanted him so badly. As the kiss intensified, I positioned his cock outside my entrance, rubbing the cap over my wetness.

His hand slid down, taking control of his shaft while mine flew up to my head, smoothing my hair back. He broke the kiss and stared into my eyes. “I'll be gentle. Don't worry,” he whispered with an encouraging smile.

His words were reassuring, and that made me relax a bit, surrendering myself to him. However, it didn't stop the anticipation that stole my breath and caused my heart to race like a galloping horse.

My chest was rising and falling as I steeled myself, closing my eyes tightly, awaiting his thrust.

A soft, painful gasp escaped my lips at the feeling of his cock slowly pushing through my cunt. My wetness, mixed with the remnants of his drool, served as a makeshift lube that eased his gentle penetration. Still, the pain, with a hint of pleasure, coursed through me like lightning.

My hand covered my mouth, eyes widening in agony. I could feel my pussy tearing, my hymen breaking. I clenched my jaw, tightening my closed eyes as I embraced the pain, knowing what would come next was pleasure—a compensation I anticipated.

Again, I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as he filled me, stretched me, and completed me. “Is it all in?” I whispered under my breath.

I felt my muscles constrict as he withdrew, slowly pulling out of me, this time a little easier. His tip still lingered on my entrance when he leaned forward and reclaimed my lips, sealing my moans with a deep kiss that seemed to take my pain away.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed back inside me, my pussy stretching to swallow him whole. He repeated the process over and over until it was more pleasure, less pain.

He buried himself deep inside me, our bodies colliding in the heat of passion. The deeper he drove into me, the more connected to him I felt. I moaned into his mouth, my hands running over my body while he fondled my gentle swells.

Erik's thrusts were deep, slow and sensual and I loved the way he handled me like a delicate pearl. I spread my legs apart, and he raised one in the air, a gesture that eased his penetration.

He paused, broke the kiss, and gazed into my soul, his eyes burning with desire. I gazed back with the same intensity, my body craving to have him back inside me.

As though he heard my thoughts, Erik slowly entered me, and I felt my body yield as he slid deeper and faster. His invasion sparked a rush of pleasure through my body.

His waist pounded into mine with rapid thrusts that made my breasts bounce back and forth. He quickened his pace, his growl growing more and more primal by the second.

I wrapped my arms around his back, my legs dangling in the air as he rammed me harder and faster. Shivers sprinted through my body, and my waist tilted upward, seeking more contact.

With a guttural moan, Erik's legs trembled as he filled me up with his essence. I tightened my arms around him, my pussy tingling, accepting him with a deep, throaty moan. He pushed further into me, and my hanging legs trembled with desire.

His sweaty body collapsed on mine before he slid off me, laying on his back. The room was filled with the scent of sex, sweat, and the sounds of our uneven breaths.

Erik pulled me to himself, positioning my head to rest on his chest. I listened to his heartbeat steadying by the minute. His palm caressed my skin, sending mild shockwaves across my body.

As I lay in his arms, half-naked, my nightgown hanging around my waist, the feeling of confliction set in. A part of me was still wary of him, but the other part couldn't deny the growing pull between us, the connection we just shared.

I stole a glance at his face, his eyes closed as though he was already drifting asleep. Although he didn't say anything after the sex, his protective arm around me was reassuring enough—at least for now.

Chapter 14 – Erik

Her moans echoed in my head, and her face—contorted in pleasure—flashed in my mind as I sat in my office, reclined in my chair.

It had been a few days since we’d had that incredible sex, and I still hadn't been able to get her out of my mind. My wife, Tessa, was all that I could think of all day, every day, since that fateful night.

A self-satisfied smirk twitched on the corners of my lips as I replayed that event over and over in my head. The taste of her juice still lingered on my tongue; her scent had enveloped the bedroom and literally every room in the mansion.

I smelled her wherever I went in the house, and everything seemed to remind me of her.

My cock was hard in my pants, thoughts of the amazing woman distracting me from work. The harder I tried to stay focused, the more these illicit images of time together invaded my mind.

I was helpless against this memory, but deep down, I didn't want to stop—I loved thinking about her. I enjoyed delving into every aspect of what had happened that night, and I couldn't wait to have her again.

Tessa was different from the other women I'd slept with over the years. I wasn't entirely sure how or why, but there was something about her that had me drawn in. I hadn’t fucked her that night; I’d made love to her, and it felt incredibly good.

Usually, I wasn't the type to take my time when pleasing my women. I liked it rough, hard, and fast-paced, a stark contrast to what I did with Tessa the other night. A good number of the women I'd laid with, if not all of them, loved it that way: harsh, hard, and in bondage.

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