Page 54 of Forced Bratva Bride

She smiled and leaned up, kissing me again.

My hands slid behind her back, and in one move, I had her bra off, sliding it off her arms, feeling her shudder beneath me.

Her breasts now danced free, and my eyes glazed over at the sight of those perfect, pebbled nipples. I reached for one, swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak before sucking gently.

Larissa moaned, her hands flying to my hair as she held me against her chest. I shifted between both until she was squirming beneath me, her legs wrapping around my waist with a force driven by what could only be hunger.

I moved lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses down her stomach.

Her panties were such a flimsy piece of lace that I felt her wetness without even needing to take them off. I dragged them down her legs with agonizing slowness, drinking in every inch of her nakedness.

“Gio,” she breathed and clutched at my hair, urging me to move faster.

I settled between her thighs and watched her part for me. “I want to taste you,” I told her, maintaining eye contact as I lowered my mouth to that sensitive bundle of nerves.

The first swipe of my tongue had her back arching off the bed, a startled gasp escaping her lips. I chuckled against her, the vibration making her shudder. I took my time exploring her with my mouth, learning what made her moan, what made her fingers tighten in my hair, and what made her thighs tremble against my cheeks.

I slipped one finger inside her, then two, curling them forward to find the spot that would drive her wild. When I found it, her reaction was immediate—a sharp cry, her body tensing beneath me.

“That's it,” I encouraged, continuing my assault with fingers and tongue until she was writhing on the sheets, unintelligible pleas falling from her lips. Her wetness coated my chin and my fingers, the scent of her arousal filling my senses.

When I felt her begin to tighten around my fingers, I increased the pressure, the speed. “Come for me,” I commanded against her flesh, and as if she'd been waiting for permission, she shattered. Her thighs clamped around my head, her body convulsing as pleasure swept through her.

I eased her through it, gentling my touch as the waves subsided, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs as she caught her breath. But I wasn't nearly done with her.

I moved back up her body, taking her in a deep kiss that let her taste herself on my tongue. My cock throbbed painfully between us.

“I need to be inside you,” I growled, reaching down to guide myself to her entrance.

Larissa nodded eagerly, her hands clutching at my shoulders. “Yes, please,” she whispered, and those simple words nearly broke my control.

I pushed into her slowly at first, giving her time to adjust to my size. She was impossibly tight, gripping me so tight that it was a delicious pain. When I was fully seated inside her, I paused, forehead pressed to hers, our breaths mingling in the small space between us.

“Move,” she urged, her nails digging into the muscles of my back.

I didn't need to be told twice. I began to thrust, setting a rhythm that had the bed rocking beneath us. Each stroke drove me deeper, her legs wrapping around my waist to take me further.

“Fuck, Larissa,” I panted, the pressure building at the base of my spine already. It felt like it had been too long since I'd had her, and my body remembered exactly how perfect she felt around me.

Her hands traced the sweat-slicked muscles of my back, and then she clutched into my skin, her nails digging in. “Harder,” she demanded, and I complied, driving into her with increased force.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the cabin, interrupted by our shared gasps and moans. I reached between us to touch her where we were joined, my thumb circling her clit in time with my thrusts.

Something shifted in her expression—a new confidence blooming behind her eyes. With surprising strength, she pushed against my chest.

“I want to try something,” she said, and I allowed her to guide me onto my back.

She straddled me, her thighs bracketing my hips, and slowly lowered herself onto my length. The new angle had me seeing stars, going even deeper than before.

“Christ,” I muttered, my hands automatically flying to her hips.

Larissa smiled down at me, taking her pleasure from my body. She began to move, finding her own rhythm, her breasts bouncing enticingly with each rise and fall.

I reached up to cup them, rolling her nipples between my fingers as she rode me. With my other hand, I gripped the firm curve of her ass, helping guide her movements.

“You feel so good,” she moaned, her head tipping back.

I thrust up to meet her downward movements, creating a perfect counterpoint that had us both gasping. The pressure was building again, more intensely this time, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

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