Page 61 of Forced Prisoner By the Bratva

His expression darkened with desire, and his lips curled into his signature gorgeous smirk. “I'm gonna make you pay for that,” he said, his husky voice dripping with ecstasy.

“Then get to it,” I said, seductively slipping out of the straps of the gown as it slid down my body and welled at my feet.

His eyes drank in the sight of his naked wife, and before I could even blink, he rushed at me, his possessive hands traversing my body. His deep kiss indicated just how much he wanted me, how much he'd been starved.

He devoured my lips with an intense fervency that left me breathless—unsatisfied and wanting more.

Erik's strength was incredible when he spun me around and flung me onto the armrest of the couch. A soft giggle escaped my lips as I fell over it, my ass arched upward.

I heard the sound of his belt being dragged off his pants, and the next thing I heard was a soft, delicate, yet somewhat painful whip on my ass. “Ahh.” I winced, trembling at the sweet pain that traveled across my body. It felt good, and I wanted more. “Is that all you've got?” I teased, completely out of control.

He whipped me again, a little harder this time, and I moaned, feeling his grip on my hair. I didn't realize he'd taken his dick out until he slid it inside my wet pussy. I moaned, and my eyes widened at his entry.

His first thrust shook my entire body as he hit a spot that sent tremors down to my core. I’d yet to bask in that when he hit me again and again and again and again.

“Yes, baby, yes!” I cried out, my face scrunched up in ecstasy. “Fuck me harder. Harder!” I groaned deeply.

My hard nipples grazed against the couch's leather, the soft contact sending shivers through my body. He rammed me harder and harder, his groin slapping noisily against my ass. His pull on my hair was relentless, and I felt my eyes turning white, rolling back into their sockets.

He spanked me with the belt again, his cock driving deeper into me while I moaned with his name on my lips. “Erik, oh, Erik!”

The more I moaned, the more I said his name, the more he plunged into me with vigorous strokes. He released my hair, and my head fell downward, my teeth biting into a pillow.

His strong hand bound both my wrists together at the small of my back, restricting my movements. I was at his mercy, with no control whatsoever over my own body, but I loved it. I loved the feeling of his dominance, the feeling of surrendering completely to him.

I was his to do with as he pleased.

I lifted one leg and placed my knee on the armrest while balanced on the other foot planted on the floor. His grip on my wrists tightened; this time, both hands held me in place.

“Oh, my God, yes!” I cried out, feeling his penetration hit differently in his position. “Go harder. Harder. Harder,” I pleaded.

His waist ground into me from the back, his vigorous thrusts digging deeper into my slippery cunt. I buried my face in the pillow, my legs shaking like a leaf, and still, my husband wouldn't stop ramming me hard. It was almost like I was losing my mind, but I loved it. “That's so good! It feels so fucking good.”

“You like it?” he demanded, going harder, his voice breaking with each thrust.

“I love it,” I moaned, tearing up from all that sweetness coursing through my body. “Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop.”

He let go of my wrists and slapped my ass with both palms, his strokes hitting me the way I wanted.

“Yes, baby, yes!” I cried, my legs shaking in ecstasy. “I'm yours. I'm yours, baby.” An intense sense of possession washed over me, fueling my desire. “Fuck me like you know you own me!”

He rammed on, energetically slamming into my pussy. I pushed my butt outward, helping out with my hips moving in sync with his. A series of loud moans escaped my lips—a primal expression of the intense pleasure flowing through my blood.

“I love you, Erik,” I whispered, the words echoing through my soul.

At the sensation of his fingers digging into my hips, holding me in place, I shuddered. It was almost like I could taste my own arousal—a metallic tang on my tongue that left me hungry for more.

The scent of his skin, a mix of sweat and cologne, intoxicated me. The sound of his ragged breathing filled my ears, accentuating my desire.

He pulled out and released my hands, and I dropped to my knees, swiveling around to grab his shaft. I raised my eyes and met his gaze while my hand stroked his length. I twirled my tongue around his cap, my grip gliding over my wetness smeared on his cock.

A deep groan escaped his lips as his eyes shut in ecstasy, responding to my touch.

A thrill of naughtiness sparked within me, heightening my arousal. “I'm feeling a little nasty,” I confessed, both hands stroking his length. “Can you fuck my mouth?” I asked unashamedly, pleading with my eyes. “Please?”

“As you wish,” he answered, his hand pushing the back of my head.

I put his cock in my mouth, and he pushed me deeper into his groin, my eyes drooping.

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