Page 19 of Owned & Bred by the BRATVA

I keep going.

I want him to lose control. I want to make him come undone the way he’s ruined me over and over. I use my hands to stroke what I can’t fit, pumping in rhythm with my mouth, letting spit drip down my chin, wetting him, worshiping him.

His breaths come faster now, ragged and sharp.

“I’m close,” he warns, voice nearly gone. “If you don’t stop, I’ll—”

I hum around him.

That’s all it takes.

He groans deep in his chest, and then he’s coming, hot, thick pulses flooding my mouth. I swallow as best I can, hands still stroking him gently, mouth slow and sweet until he twitches and pulls away with a low growl, like it’s too much.

I sit back on my heels, licking my lips, panting.

His hand cups my cheek, thumb stroking slowly.

““You don’t even know what you’ve just done to me.”

I rise slowly, and he pulls me into his lap, pressing my back to his chest, arms locked around my waist like he’ll never let me go. He is still hard, his length pressing against my back, hot and sticky and a heavy desperate need washes over me.

I don’t know what I’m doing. I just know I have to have him. The hunger hasn’t eased. It’s sharpened. Grown teeth. He touches me and I burn. He leaves me and Iache.I want him totake me again, the way only he knows how to. No tenderness. No slow build. Just raw, sharp need.

I wriggle in his lap. “I want to feel you again,” I whisper. “Like last night. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

He doesn’t respond. Not with words.

He grabs my hips, lifts me from his lap and bends me over the desk so fast my breath punches from my lungs. I gasp, my palms hitting the cold wood, my heart slamming in my chest.

“You come to me,” he growls, low and dangerous, “looking like that, sucking my cock like that, and think I could possibly deny you?”

“No,” I whisper. “I don’t ever want you to deny me. I need you. I need this.”

He hisses through his teeth as he pushes his shirt up over my hips, exposing my bare skin. I’m already soaked. Humiliated by how wet I am for him, how much I crave the stretch of having him inside me.

He drags the head of his cock through my slick folds, groaning.

“Always fucking ready for me,” he mutters, and then he thrusts inside in one brutal stroke.

I cry out, my body jerking forward from the force. He’s so deep, so thick, it borders on pain, but I love it. I want it. I push back against him, desperate to feel more, to be completely full. The soreness that had only just started to fade, blooms and adds to the heady combination, my breath stutters out in shortened gasps as I cling to the far edge of the desk.

He grips my hips hard, holding me steady as he pounds into me. Each thrust slams my body against the desk. I can hear him panting behind me, feel the heat of his skin, the sharp bite of his fingers digging into my flesh.

“You’re mine,” he snarls. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I gasp, voice breaking into a scream.

He reaches forward, grabs my hair, and pulls my head back until I’m arching for him. His mouth grazes my ear.

“Louder.”

“I’m yours,” I cry out.

“That’s right. No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to fuck you like this. No one else fills this tight little cunt but me.”

I moan helplessly, legs trembling, body shaking with every thrust.

His hand slides to my belly, pressing down possessively.

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