Page 30 of Forced & Knocked-Up Bratva Bride

She hesitated, blinking rapidly, as a million thoughts likely flooded her mind at once. Alessia was not expecting me to say what I did, at least not while in her present condition. Once again, I’d caught her off guard, and nothing would have prepared her for this. I could tell that she wasn’t so confident about her body anymore. She was ashamed to show me what lay beneath the fabrics of her woolen sweater, unsure of what my reaction would be, hence the reason for her hesitation.

Under different circumstances, undressing wouldn’t have been such a big deal for her, especially because she came with the premise of wanting to doanything. She had faith that I wouldn’t go down that road since she was heavily pregnant. “What's there to see?” she might think.

“Just a second ago, you were so confident. What changed?” I asked, my voice laced with a hint of mild sarcasm.

She tightened her jaw, blinking her eyes at the realization that now she was obligated to do what I wanted. I loved it when she squirmed, when she looked so confused and afraid. In this case, none of this was my fault; it was all on her. She said to say the words and that she’d obey. I’d done my part; it was time to do hers.

“What’s the matter? Not feeling up to the task?” I teased, watching her struggle to stay composed.

Without a word, she slowly shed her sweater, revealing a silk white dress draped over her body. She held my gaze while reaching for the hem of her dress, and with a gentle tug, the fabric slid down to her feet, exposing her. She stood there, naked, watching me in silence as I drank in the sight of her transformed body.

Her breasts were swollen, her soft skin simmering in the warm chandelier light. Her protruding belly concealed the waistband of her red underpants as she shifted her eyes elsewhere. Her hands were subtly lifted as if to cover her breasts, and her head was bowed in shame. Alessia was uncomfortable with my stare, and I could almost hear the sound of her heart racing like a galloping horse.

She stood there, bare and vulnerable, unable to look me in the eyes as she trembled, shoulders tightening with uncertainty. “I…I can’t offer you much in this condition,” she said, her voice faint and nearly inaudible. “My body isn’t attractive enough to entice you.” The shame in her tone couldn’t be any more glaring.

However, she was wrong. Her body might not be what it used to be, but it still enticed me; I found her body, her pregnancy, surprisingly attractive. I didn’t ask her to undressbecause I wanted to shame her. No. I simply wanted to look at what was mine without the obstruction of her clothes.

“Get over here,” I ordered.

She managed to raise her chin and met my eyes, then hesitated for a second before stepping forward.

I placed a palm on her belly, and with the other hand, my fingers caressed the hair that framed her face. In that moment, everything shifted, and the line between power and submission blurred.

My eyes roamed her body for a moment, drinking in the gorgeous sight in front of me. I stared deeply into her eyes, my hand fondling her left breast, gentle and delicate. Her chest heaved, and her breath hitched in her throat as she trembled in my presence. I saw it in her eyes, the fear, the skepticism, but beneath that, I saw something else, something that resembled desire.

She wanted me—I could tell, even though she tried to mask it with her anxiety. Her eyes betrayed her, as did the subtle rise and fall of her chest. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me. She was seven months pregnant, so my pull was anything but rough. Her lips quivered, her eyes blinking rapidly as I drew closer, fingers deliciously pinching her nipple.

I felt her breath against my face, warm and inviting, as a soft moan escaped her mouth. She leaned in, anticipating the collision of our lips, but I wasn't ready to kiss those cherry lips just yet. I wanted to tease her, make her wet and want me. She responded to the gentle grazing of my fingers over peaks with a moan so sweet that it ignited a flame within me.

I hadn’t realized that I’d missed that sound until she made it, and it rang in my ear like a melodious tune. I placed my palms on her shoulders, fingers digging into her flesh in a slow, massaging motion. She looked exhausted, both mentallyand physically—a little massage, a little touch in the right places, should be enough to fix her. For now.

She rolled her neck, her eyes closed as she basked in the comfort my hands provided. And when she least expected it, I leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her lips. She reopened her eyes, and although she didn’t kiss me back at first, it didn’t take long before I felt her tongue sliding into my mouth. We both drew in a long breath, eyes shut, heads tilting sideways, driven by passion.

My fingers still massaged her body, and as her muscles relaxed, her stress dissipated into thin air. I rubbed the back of her neck, sliding my thumbs down, one after the other, before pushing my fingers into her hair. There, I massaged her scalp so well that she ended up melting into my arms. Her legs turned to jelly, weakened by the sensation coursing through her body. Her eyes rolled back, revealing nothing but white.

By now, she’d broken the kiss and was struggling to stand on her feet, swayed by the ecstatic wind blowing against her. I switched to her temples, digging my thumbs in there, my eyes fixed on the erotic expression she had on. Alessia was swooning in ecstasy, lost in passion and almost oblivious to what was happening around her.

It wasn’t until I let go and took my hands off that she reopened her eyes and looked at me, her breath hitching. The flame that my touch had ignited within her, the same one she tried so hard to snuff out, was now burning so bright that I could see clearly in her gaze. Again, she tried to mask it—to hide from me—but I could see right through her.

My gaze swept across her body, my hand rubbing over her protruding belly as I studied her body language. “Sit,” I said, my voice laced with authority as I gestured back to the bed.

She clenched her jaw, exhaling softly before doing as she was told. She didn’t turn back, nor did she break eye contact withme until the back of her legs hit the frame of the bed. Then, she paused, still holding my gaze.

“Sit,” I repeated, watching her, reveling in the uncertainty that etched her features.

Without a moment of hesitation, Alessia sat on the edge of the bed, awaiting the next instructions.

“Good girl,” I whispered, drawing nearer, my steps slow and deliberate. “Now, lie on your back.”

She did. She lowered herself onto the bed, her chest heaving gently. I halted before her and dropped to my knees, my hands slipping underneath the hem of her dress. I caressed her thighs, feeling the faint quiver of her legs as I traveled up her tunnel.

“Relax,” I whispered, my voice deep and husky. “Surrender.” I leaned in between her legs and inhaled the scent of her arousal, my fingers rubbing over the fabric of her black underpants.

I could sense her unease and slight discomfort. But not to worry, I’d fix those in a bit. My fingers grasped the waistband of her panties and gently tugged them down, taking them off completely. Her neatly-shaved cunt presented itself before me, clean and inviting. I felt my mouth water as I sniffed her depths while holding her legs in place.

She threw her hands upward and covered her face, her chest swelling with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. I lowered my head, my nose grazing her swollen clit while teasing her with the tip of my tongue. A soft moan left her lips, her pussy pulsating, waiting to be eaten. She steeled herself, her body stiffening, her breath labored and hard to catch.

Another moan came forth, a bit louder this time, a response to my tongue parting her folds. I placed it flat over her entrance and gently began moving my head. Up…down. Up…down. Up…down. I kept going in that manner while my fingersmassaged her thighs. I could tell that she’d covered her mouth, considering how muffled her moans were. But that didn’t matter; what mattered was my plan to make her have an orgasm from oral sex.

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