Page 69 of Plus-Size Curves for the Bratva

As our tongues dance, I'm struck by how right this feels. How perfectly we fit together.

The next thing I know, I feel her hands reach behind her. I stop, mesmerized as she lets her dress pool at her feet. My eyes soak in the sight of her glistening, soft skin. The curves of her breasts, the swell of her belly, the beautiful thickness of her thighs.

Without thinking, like a man famished, I grab her waist and trail up, drinking in her body. My fingers stop just beneath the edges of her breasts, and my thumbs reach out to caress her nipples over her bra.

“Denis,” she whispers.

I look up to see this beautiful woman command my complete and unmovable attention. Slowly, she swirls her hips and gets on the floor, her face turned toward me as though I’m her world.

I watch as she pulls down my boxers, her eyes now widening at my length. I twist my fingers through her hair, just to touch her.

My breath hitches in my throat as she takes me in her cold hand, her gaze never leaving mine. I swallow hard and feel myself get even more erect.

"Natalia," I murmur, my voice rough with need.

She meets my eyes, a glint of mischief shining in her own. Without a word, she leans forward, her lips parting as she wraps them around my cock.

A growl escapes my lips at the sheer intensity of the sensation that shoots through me. Her tongue dances on the underside, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me.

My cock throbs for more. I pull her closer, driving my cock to the back of her throat. She groans around me and sucks in earnest, faster and harder than before.

Fuck. She’ll take me to the edge.

"Natalia," I groan, my grip tightening. "I'm going to come."

Her eyes flicker up to mine, and the mischief is replaced with a knowing smile as she pulls back slightly, swirling her tongue over the head of me and then taking me all the way down to the root. I shudder violently, my hips jerking forward reflexively into her warm, wet throat.

“Fuck,” I moan, near the edge. I grab her hair, force her back, and stare down at her. “No,” I say, rather ferociously. “Not like this. I want you. All of you.”

Slowly, she rises like a cat, the little seductress. Her ass jutting out, her hip thrusting out. I reach for her ass, pull her closer, and gently grind into her so she can feel my cock through her soaking-wet panties.

She moans and bites her lip, throwing back her head. Then reaches for my shoulders. I grin and watch as she pushes me down on the floor. Her hands reach for my chest and she whispers, staring me right in the eye, “Lie down.”

I follow her command without hesitation, my chest rising and falling rapidly with anticipation. Natalia's eyes never leave mine as she removes her soaked panties, revealing her arousal to me in a way that turns my blood to fire.

"You are so beautiful," I whisper, feeling like I should pin her down and possess her, but god she’s so damn sexy when she’s in charge.

She grins devilishly and holds onto my hands as she climbs on top of me, positioning herself over me. For a moment, she gazes deep into my eyes before lowering herself onto me.

I don’t even bother holding back a moan as I feel myself fill her, feel her stretch for me. I fight against her hold and reach behind her for the hooks of her bra, tossing that unnecessary garment away.

Her breasts, full, beautiful moons fall in my line of sight, her nipples hard and sensitive to my touch. I take them in my hands and knead them firmly, feeling her shudder beneath me, our breaths syncing as she rides me.

She rotates her hips, my cock hitting every fucking angle.

“Dear god,” I roar, reaching now for her ass. I slam my hips into her and squeeze her cheeks together so she feels all of me.

“Denis!” she roars, her hands now on my chest for support. Her nails dig into me and I groan, my grip tightening on her ass. "Fuck," I curse, feeling the pleasure escalate, the fire rage on. "Natalia, you're going to kill me."

Her eyes flutter closed, her hips speeding up, her inner muscles clenching me.

Her eyes are now half-lidded with pleasure and pain. My hips buck in time with her thrusts, our bodies locked in an intense rhythm.

"Harder, Denis," she whispers, her voice hoarse with want. "I need you to fuck me harder."

I oblige, my grip tightening on her ass as I pull her down over my cock and thrust deeper. Her moans fill the room, a sweet symphony of our desire. Our bodies move in harmony, matched in passion and urgency.

"So tight," I grunt, my hips jerking wildly against hers. "So fucking good."

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