Page 56 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride

Pippa's eyes widened at my outburst, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Crazy… in what way?" Her voice came out in a small, uncertain whisper.

I let out a frustrated growl, my fingers itching to pull her closer. "In every way possible, Pippa. You're all I can think about, dream about. Do you have any idea how much you consume me?"

She took a hesitant step forward, and the silence between us fell so loud that I swear I could hear the air heat between us. Before she could say another word to ruin the moment, I closed the distance between us, and cupped the nape of her neck, my lips crashing onto hers in a desperate kiss.

Pippa gasped, her body tensing for a split second before melting into me. Her lips yielded to me, those same lips that were on fire the last time we spoke. I cupped her face, my fingers tangling in her hair as I deepened the kiss.

Pippa's hands found their way to my chest, her nails digging into my shirt. I couldn't tell if she was trying to push me away or pull me closer. It didn't matter. All that mattered was the taste of her, the feel of her curves pressed against me.

I broke the kiss, both of us panting. "Tell me you don't want this," I challenged, my voice husky.

Her eyes were dark with desire, her lips swollen from our kiss. "I… we shouldn't," she whispered, but her body betrayed her words as she leaned into me.

"Fuck shouldn't," I growled, lifting her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her across the room, my lips never leaving hers. I needed more. Needed all of her.

I gently threw her on the couch, scattering cushions to the floor, and jumped on top of her. My hands reached for her shirt, ripping off the buttons and pulling down her bra, the sight of her bare breasts hitting me right in the cock and she clumsily went for my belt. Fabric tore, buttons flew, and our clothes littered the room as if caught in a storm. Every touch was electric, every kiss ignited a wildfire between us. Pippa's nails scored lines down my back, urging me on as I trailed hot kisses along her jawline.

Her breath hitched with each of my touches, her body arching into mine when I parted her legs and flicked my tongue across her slit.

She was ready, fucking desperate for me, and I was going to give her everything she wanted and more. Leaning down, I began to lick her folds, starting gently and increasing the pressure as she cried out in pleasure below me. Her moans spurred me on, driving me wild with desire.

Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer with every thrust of my tongue. I could sense her walls trembling under my touch, her entire body quivering in anticipation as she neared climax. When I felt her muscles clenching around my tongue, I knew she was close.

Easing back just a bit, I looked into her eyes. They were filled with suchhunger.

I kicked off my boxers and positioned myself above her, my cock hitting her entrance. She was still trembling and I was so fucking hot for her, that I wanted her to finish her previous orgasm on my cock. Without warning, I rammed into her.

“Abe!” she squealed like the sexiest thing alive, throwing back her head, her breasts rising in the air. My cock stretched her out and god, she felt like a fucking glove I never wanted to take off.

Her pleasured cries only drove me further, my thrusts became faster and harder. Each slap of my hips against her ass echoed through the room. I could feel her walls constricting around me, egging me on. It was too much.

Yet, not enough.

My hands roamed her body, memorizing every curve, every dip, until it rested on her waist. I squeezed her tight, pulled out, and rammed back into her. The couch jerked back an inch from how hard I did.

I was lost in the heat of the moment; I couldn't stop myself from going rough. She never complained. Our skin slapped together in a rhythm that matched our beating hearts. I needed to take control, take her hard, take her all.

I pulled back, drinking in the sight of her. Flushed cheeks, mussed hair, lips parted in anticipation. She was fucking beautiful, and she was mine. At least for this moment.

Pippa's eyes never wavered, never faltered, even as I gripped her hips and started slamming into her wet core with brutal force. She met my eyes, and there it was—hunger, need.

It filled me with this unbelievable sense of power, knowing she wanted this as much as I did.

"Tell me you want this," I demanded, needing to hear the words.

"I want you," she moaned through raspy breaths. "God help me, but I do."

“Fuck, Pippa,” relief flooded through me like a powerful wave. “It was hell without you.”

She moaned as I tilted my hips, hitting the right spot. Her hands reached for my chest, her fingers digging into the skin and her lips parted as she took in small gasps of air.

“Oh my god, Abe,” she growled. “I might cum.”

“Cum for me, Pippa. Cum, Baby,” I urged, my cock throbbing so damn hard I was afraid it might burst. I too, was on the edge.

Suddenly, Pippa's hand pressed against my chest, gently but firmly pushing me back. Her bottle-green eyes, usually so guarded, now brimmed with vulnerability.

"Abe," she breathed, her voice trembling slightly. "What is this? What are we doing?"

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