Page 62 of Forced Prisoner By the Bratva

“Look at me,” he commanded, gently tugging on my hair.

I lifted my eyes and again met his gaze, his cock deep in my throat. I could barely breathe and was choking and gagging until he pulled my head off. A loud gasp came forth as I staredat the giant shaft hanging outside my mouth, a thread of drool linking my lips to his cap. Nasty but so fucking hot.

He penetrated my mouth and did as I wanted, plunging in and out like it was my entrance. His move was rapid but delicate at the same time. Erik had my eyes glued to his all through the process.

His smooth skin glided against my tongue, sending shivers down my spine, and my mouth watered in response, flooding my senses with the taste of him. The ridges and veins of his shaft created a thrilling texture that left me in awe.

Erik pulled out and, in a jiffy, whisked me into the air effortlessly. I yelped at the sudden move, giggling as I wrapped my legs around him, locking my feet around his waist. He headed toward a table, where he lowered me on the surface and spread my legs. My hand reached down to grab his cock, stroking his length while devouring his lips.

Our heads moved together in perfect sync, feeling the passion coursing through our bodies.

I inserted his shaft into my entrance, and my back arched at the deep connection that sent shivers down my spine.

His lips crashed against mine, his palms fondling and squeezing my breasts. My hand wrapped around his waist, seeking deeper penetration. His tongue slid into my mouth, sending shock waves across my body. He broke the kiss, lowering his head to kiss the nape of my neck while I jerked my face upward.

A series of soft purrs escaped my lips, feeling his shaft deep inside me. I dug my nails into his back, my hips moving in sync with his as he drove mercilessly into my cunt.

His hands caressed my body—curves and contours—each touch accentuating my desire. My legs wiggled in the air the faster and harder he thrust into me. For support, I gripped theedge of the table with one hand, and with the other, I smoothed my hair backward.

“Yes, baby. Don't stop fucking me like that—right there! Yes, yes, yes…!” I murmured, my voice catching on a sob.

My breasts bounced up and down to the rhythm of his relentless strokes. Slowly, I lifted my head as his hand climbed up to my neck. “Choke me, Daddy,” I whispered, begging, eyes fixed on him.

His grip around my neck tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh, making it almost impossible to breathe. “You like that shit?” he asked without slowing down.

“Yesssssss!” I groaned, a low, throaty sound.

“Say my name,” he commanded, his eyes boring into mine. His grip loosened slightly, enough to let me talk.

“Erik! Oh, Erik,” I mewled, my face contorting in sheer pleasure.

I fell on my back on the table, and I felt him lift both of my legs, holding them in place. Erik pounded into me like an animal, each thrust leaving me wanting more and more of him.

“Mmmmmm. That feels so good,” I murmured, ecstasy coursing through my blood.

“You're so tight, and I'm gonna make you come so hard,” he said, his voice thick and husky, heightening my desire.

“Yes, please, make me come. Make me come, Daddy,” I pleaded, my body vibrating from all that pleasure sprinting through me. “I wanna come for you.” My hand snapped out to settle on my clit.

“Yeah, just like that,” he encouraged, watching me play with myself.

He kissed my feet and caressed my thighs while still hammering my cunt. The feeling was ecstatic, especially with my fingers rapidly rubbing over my clit.

My eyes rolled into their sockets, and my face contorted, a mirror of the intense passion that had overwhelmed me. My jaw dropped in a silent scream, and my breath hitched in my throat as I moved my hand faster.

Erik's thrusts dug deeper and faster, his speed matching that of my fingers over my clit. I tried to moan, to scream, but I couldn't find my voice, yet this pleasure was threatening to consume me.

I was climaxing, and the feeling had me speechless as a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over me. A fiery passion burned within me, and I felt myself unraveling, threads of tension snapping free. “God, I'm coming!” The words jumped out of my mouth.

Erik unleashed a primal growl, signaling his own arrival, his strokes traveling deeper inside.

My toes curled, and my legs trembled—unsteady and weak. My muscles contracted, and my breath caught, a sharp gasp escaping my lips.

Erik's groan deepened as he slammed his hip into mine, his shaft traveling further in. I took my hand off my clit, and that was when it happened—I came.

A gentle tremor ran through my body as a dam burst within me, releasing my tension like water from a fountain.

Erik didn't stop thrusting into me, and soon, he said, “I'm gonna fill you up now,” his voice breaking under the weight of his desire.

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