Page 24 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride

"Who said I wanted to stop?" I said, flicking the belt aside and sliding his shirt out from the waist of his pants. When I did so, I marveled at the way his muscles had rippled beneath his skin.

When I glanced up, he was watching me like I was a thing to be devoured. He growled and the next thing I knew, we were a tangled mess of hands and clothes. He ripped the rest of my buttons off, slid my shirt down my arms, and threw it across the floor. I did the same with his.

I balanced myself off his lap on my knees, reaching down to undo his pants. He bucked off the sofa, resting on the curve of his back as he slid down his pants.

He then grabbed my waist and pulled me down against him, hard. I gasped as I felt his cock through his boxers, against my panties. His hands reached down in the space between us, and I felt the coldness of his skin seep through the wet warmth of my panties. He thrust his hips upwards and took me with him and shuffled around, and when we settled back into mestraddling him and he moved away his hands, my eyes widened when I realized he had taken off his boxers.

Slowly, I got back to rest on my knees and leaned back, feeling for his cock with my hands. It was massive, harder than I had ever imagined. It throbbed under my touch, the veins pulsing sensationally. Never in a million years did I imagine what it would feel like in reality.

I traced the shape of it with my fingers, feeling the length and girth explode in my hands. He groaned beneath me, his words a husky plea to take him.

"Fuck," he swore softly as I stroked him gently, feeling each vein that ran along the length of his shaft. "You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Walk the talk, would you?” I challenged playfully and leaned forward to gently nib his lower lip as I continued to stroke his cock. Was it my imagination or was he gettinglargerin the cup of my hand?

The next thing I knew, he grabbed my hand and pulled it off his cock, the other gliding down to the small of my back and he quickly had me on my back, his body now towering above mine.

I whimpered as I watched his naked form above me, his eyes ravishing every inch of me.

He released my hand and went for my skirt.

With a swift flick, he had my skirt undone and thrown aside, leaving me naked from the waist down. He then reached down to my panties and slowly pulled them down with the same reverence as before. When they were halfway, he looked up at me for permission, and I nodded in assent.

His hands traced up and down my glistening thighs before reaching for my panties again and pulling them off completely. He tossed them aside like he did with my skirt, leaving me utterly naked.

He then lowered his head to my inner thighs, trailing kisses from one knee to another, making sure to cover every inch of skin with his lips. His kisses—soft and loving—seemed to savor me inch by inch, but I was hungry for more. The energy rippling between my legs demanded to be satiated.

I placed my hands through his hair and pulled his head up. “Please,” I mouthed, desperate for him to stop teasing.

“Patience, Sweetheart,” he grinned.

But, he heard me because when his head went back down, I felt a flick of his tongue up the slit between my legs. It was warm, strong, and sent me reeling off the couch. His hand went straight for my stomach, gently guiding me back down.

“It’s just the beginning.” His voice ghosted over my skin before his tongue slid into me for a quick taste.

“Oh my god,” I mewled, nearly in tears from how good it felt. I had never had a man’s mouth on me before, and if it already felt this excruciatingly delightful, what would more feel like?

He continued to tease and pleasurably torment me with every flick of his tongue, every soft kiss he planted, and every gentle suck he performed. My hips arched off the couch without my permission, completely at the mercy of his skilled mouth.

I clung onto his shoulders for support, my head back, eyes closed in pure bliss. My mouth held open in silent screams of pleasure as my body begged for more, my pussy dripping from pleasure. I was not sure how long it went on for, but deep down,I knew I didn’t want it to end. Yet, at the same time, I wanted to see what was coming next.

And the next outdid the present.

"Abe," I breathed out softly, barely able to speak through my heavy breaths. "Please," was all I could get out in between sighs and whimpers of pleasure.

His lips slowly left my skin, followed by his warm breath before they reached my ear. “You’re all nice and wet now, Pippa. I could make you cum in ways you’ve never imagined.” His fingers reached between my legs, flicked my clit, and sent a jolt of blinding sparks through me. His tongue swept across my lips, and I could taste myself on him. He pulled away, and his finger swept under my chin. “Which way do you want me to make you cum, Pippa?”

My eyes widened at his question, the look of shock causing me to lose focus for a moment. He was…asking me what I wanted? My body stilled, every nerve ending responding to the feeling of his finger tracing along my clit and the memories of Abe's skilled tongue.

"I-I don't know," I stammered, my voice barely audible above my whimpers. I was on the edge, one touch, one kiss away from shattering into a million pieces.

A smirk formed on his lips as he read my answer perfectly. "Well, I think you better tell me what you want right now," he said firmly. His eyes locked onto mine and I wanted to scream at him in rage against this pause in our plans. Couldn’t he tell that he had all the power in the world to make that decision for me?

But something told me he would keep playing his games until I said exactly what I wanted. It was a battle of wills between us, and I felt like I was losing control.

His eyes glittered with amusement and hunger as he trailed his fingers up from my pussy, stopping to circle my dimpled hips. God, how I missed the feel of him down there. How my body hummed for more.

I was completely and utterly starved for this man.

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