Page 44 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride

"I… I want… need…"

"Say it," I growled, my patience wearing thin.

"I need you inside me, right now," she panted, her cheeks flushed a wonderful shade of red.

Who was I to deny her that?

In one fluid motion, I laid her down on the desk, her legs dangling over the edge. With shaking hands, I parted her thighs, desperate to unveil the treasure beneath.

"Fuck, you 're soaked," I muttered with my head between her legs, inhaling her sweet scent. I couldn't wait any longer. Inching forward, I pressed my lips to her hot, wet core, my tongue lapping at her most sensitive spot.

"Oh, God, Abe!" she cried out, her hands fisting the edge of the desk. "Yes, right there!"

Taking it as an invitation, I slipped a finger inside her, then another, curling them in a way I knew would drive her wild. Pippa's cries of pleasure spurred me on, and I increased my pace, determined to make her come apart in my arms.

Her moans grew louder, her body tensing beneath me. "I'm… I'm… oh, fuck!"

“Go for it, Baby,” my voice roared out, and then I took my mouth down to her clit. I felt her muscles clench around my fingers, crushing them as they did, and then her back lurched off the table as her entire body trembled. When she came, she brought with it the most beautiful sound echoing through the room.

With one last teasing swipe off my tongue, I stood, my own breath ragged, and stripped off my clothes in record time. Pippa's eyes widened when she laid eyes on me, and I couldn't blame her. I was rock hard, ready to claim what was mine.

"Say it," I growled as I positioned myself at her entrance, my voice hoarser than ever. "Say you want me to fuck you."

"I—I want you to fuck me, Abe," she panted, her cheeks flushing a delicious shade of pink.

That was all the invitation I needed. I leaned horizontally along her body, holding her wrists above her head as I slid inside her. Slowly, so fucking slowly, until I was fully seated, my cock nestled inside her warmth.

"Fuck, you feel better than I imagined," I groaned, my accent thick with raw need.

Pippa's pussy clenched around me, her inner muscles squeezing me in a vice-like grip. I started to move, my hips meeting hers in a primal rhythm. Inch by inch, I plunged into her heat, withdrawing only to thrust back in, harder and faster.

"God, Pippa, you're so tight," I groaned, losing myself in the moment.

Pippa's moans filled the room, her nails digging into the desk as she arched her back, trying to meet my thrusts. Her slickness coated my cock, making every stroke inside her a wet, heavenly slide.

"I don’t know what I was thinking," I growled, lust swirling in my veins. “Depriving myself of this.”

"Fucking selfish, wasn’t it Abe?" she panted, her walls clenching around me.

I chuckled and pulled out, before ramming back into her punishingly. Pippa's scream filled the room as I filled her, marking her as mine in the most basic way possible.

She was close, I could feel it. And god knew it so was I, but I wanted to be in her deeper. Suddenly, an idea struck me.

I pulled out abruptly, ignoring Pippa's whimper of protest. "Change of plans, Darling."

She watched panting, with wide eyes, as I grabbed her hands and pulled her off the ledge, walking her toward the chair. I waited, let her pass by, and smacked her ass, the glorious red print making its mark.

Her entire body quivered and she turned back to me with a look of delighted surprise and shock. I grinned and curved my hand around her waist, resting it on her ass, her body pressed against mine as I led her to the chair. First, I sat and watched her standing there naked before me, the image of perfection, before pulling her onto my lap with one directive: "I want to watch you ride me."

Pippa's eyes widened, but a wicked grin spread across her face. She straddled me, positioning herself over my aching cock.

"Like this?" she asked innocently, slowly sinking down onto me.

I groaned, overwhelmed by the sensation. "Fuck, yes. Just like that."

She started to move, setting a rhythm that had us both panting. I gripped her hips, guiding her movements, completely lost in the feel of her. I dipped my head, buried my face in her cleavage, and felt every part of her move.

My hands reached for her ass, and I helped her slide her wet pussy up and down my cock. But never let her off. Then I began thrusting off the chair, my cock at just the right angle. The floor creaked, our breaths mingled and we went on and on and on until I felt the familiar coil of tension build to near peak, causing my cock to ache for release.

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