Page 39 of Knocked-up Bratva Bride
Her head fell back, a shiver running through her. “I…Damien, I…” she breathed. “You’re doing things to me.”
“I know,” I said with a grin, anchoring her thighs as I pressed in closer, letting her reactions guide me, drinking in every sound, every tremble, as though they were made just for me.
Unable to hold off any longer, I shoved my hand down into my pants and gripped my cock, stroking myself to match her rhythm.
My pleasure built, and I sucked her pussy like I sucked her mouth, moving my lips and tongue against her. And when she cried out a desperate plea to stop, I came up for air and shed down my pants to free my cock from my briefs.
She leaned on her elbows, breasts heaving as her eyes bulged at the strain and length of my cock. “Damien…that’s not going to fit. I have…I’ve never done it before,” she wheezed.
“Are you panicking?”
“You’re finding it funny?” I smirked at the look of astonishment on her face. “You should be concerned. And aren’t we going to use a condom?”
“You really want this, don’t you?”
“That’s not…that’s not relevant—”
“Go on, sweetheart. I want to hear you say it.”
For a moment, she held her breath. “Fine.” She let it go. “I really want this. Since that night at the Gipsy, I couldn’t stop thinking about what this moment would feel like with you.”
“Ah, you badly, terribly,shamelesslywant me to fuck you. Not that bastard Robert, but me. Justme.”
“You’re getting a kick out of this, aren’t you?”
“Say it.”
“I want….” She swallowed. “I want you to fuck me, Damien. Not Robert or anyone else. Just you. It’s all I’ve been able to think about. But that doesn’t negate receiving answers to the questions I asked.”
I unhooked the buttons of my shirt and dropped it at the foot of the bed before slowly climbing over her. Her gaze traced the inked symbols on my chest and forearms before boring into mine as I nestled between her legs and positioned her pussy to my cock.
“Number one: As long as I’m the one steering this ship, that juicy pussy of yours will fit on my cock very well. Number two: No, we’re not going to use a condom. I want to fuck you, Elena—hard, fast, and raw. Number three: It might sting a little because you’re tight, but…tell me when it hurts. I’ll adjust.”
“I never thought there’d be a day when hearing someone talk dirty would turn me on.” She chuckled, and a glimpse of her pure innocence spread a warmth through my chest. “You’re beautiful, by the way.”
It wasn’t a compliment I expected, so I wasn’t sure how to react. I froze for a minute before I started gently, impaling myself into her, one inch at a time, watching her face intently for signs of discomfort.
For a few seconds, all she gave were gasps and moans, while I fought hard to stop myself from slamming into her full force.
I moved again, and then, it came: a sharper inhale and contortion of pain.
“Don’t stop moving,” she hissed. “I can take it. Iwantto take it—youall in.”
I didn’t think it was possible for me to feel any drunker in lust until those words spilled from her lips. Sweat formed on my brows, and my biceps flexed when I jerked my hip, more forcefully this time.
She hissed but kept her legs tightly wrapped around me, and I frowned, gritting my teeth to hold myself from shattering. “Are you sure you don’t want me to—”
She slammed her lips over mine and raised her hips, urging me to slide deeper inside her warmth. I rocked my hips, buried more than half of my length inside her.
Fuck!
Pleasure encompassed me, swallowing me completely. There was nothing better than the feel of her tight little pussy wrapped around me.
The bed creaked beneath us as she moved with a rhythm that stole the breath from my lungs. Every roll of our hips sent a rush of heat surging through me. I watched her—completely captivated—as she arched back and grabbed her bouncing breasts to play with her tits.
She widened her legs, offering more inches of her pussy to devour, and I managed a smirk. My innocent angel was a low-key wildcard in bed. There were layers of her to uncover, but I liked this unreserved version of Elena.
Our breaths mingled with low groans, the room pulsing with tension. I moved faster, pushing us both to the edge, our bodies straining toward a shattering climax.
