Page 71 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride

I lay there beside him as he trailed a finger up from the landing of my pussy, up my stomach, circling my breasts in teasing motions. Where his fingers once were, lay a wake of fire.

The minute I caught my breath, he grabbed my hips and flipped me around until I had my back to him. He gently took my shoulder and slid one hand down my spine, wordlessly directing me to my knees and arms.

I complied, feeling vulnerable yet strangely turned on as I felt his cock against my entrance, knowing he could see all my curves.

He traced a path from the small of my back up my spine, sending shivers down me. "You're so beautiful," he whispered again, and I could feel the sincerity in his voice.

With expert precision, he slid an inch into me from behind, his chest grazing my back as he leaned over me.

I moaned for more.

“Greedy, are we?”

“Mm-hmm,” I mumbled and turned my head back to look at him. His eyes were taking in the view, a deep gnarly hunger in them and I blushed.

I watched as he gripped my hips and pulled out, before moving my hips toward him and his cock toward me, ramming into me.Fuck. That stretch. I sighed as pleasure swept through my core, my soul.

His eyes were on the curves of my ass, watching them bounce with each thrust.

He slid deeper into me and kissed my neck, his breath hot and heavy against my skin.

"Pip," he whispered, "you feel so good."

I moaned, my head falling back onto his shoulder as he continued to stroke into me. The feeling of his cock inside me was something I would never get enough of.

His hands gripped my hips tighter as he thrust faster. "You're mine," he growled. "Mine and only mine."

I shuddered at his words, the heat in my core growing with each thrust.

“Yours,” I moaned, my nails digging into the floor as he picked up the pace and I threw back my hips, matching his.

"Harder," I begged, and he didn't disappoint. His hips slammed into mine, each roll of his hips sending waves of pleasure crashing against the walls of my core.

His fingers dug into my waist and ass, his cock deep inside me. He leaned down, his weight pressing me into the hard floor, and his teeth nipped at my earlobe.

"That's it, Baby," he whispered in a throaty growl. "Take me."

I let out a strangled cry, feeling the walls of my pussy contracting around his thickness as I neared the edge. I looked at him from the corner of my eyes, begging for more, urging him to push me over the edge.

I parted my legs a little further and he went deeper and deeper, till I was so full of him I could feel his balls squeezing against me. I closed my eyes, breathless, knowing it was only a matter of seconds.

“Abe,” my voice came out raspy, in nearly a cry. “I’m close…”

He took my words as a challenge and sped up even more, his hips wild and unhinged. "I like that," he grunted. “I love you, Pippa. You’re mine.”

I was his and he had every intention of showing me just how much I belonged to him.

His thrusts pounded into me, the force of them causing me to grip the floor even harder. I felt my orgasm building again, a tsunami that threatened to swallow everything in its wake.

"Yes!" I screamed out his name as he pounded into me, relentless and remorseless. His hands gripped my hips tightly, holding me flush against him as my inner muscles started to clench once more, setting off an earthquake within me.

“Abe!” His name echoed in the room as I was swept away by the roaring intensity of my climax. He groaned and thrust harder into me, his own release swiftly approaching.

"Yes," he growled, his hand on the nape of my neck as he chased his own peak and spilled out within me, his cock throbbing and matching the pounding of my heart. As we came down from our high, we froze in our positions momentarily, gripping each other as we caught our breaths.

Slowly, he pulled out of me and helped me turn on my back, nestling me into his chest as we lay there on the floor. I listened to the steady thrum of his heartbeat, feeling more content than I ever had in my life.

"What are you thinking about?" Abe asked, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on my bare shoulder after we both caught our breaths.

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