Page 42 of Plus-Size Bratva Possession
“Fuck, Elena,” I groaned, kissing her again.
Her hands were everywhere. I slid my hands up her back, finding the zipper of her dress and tugging it down a few inches, just enough not to show her ass.
We kissed like teenagers, desperate and clumsy, as the car moved through the city. It wasn't enough—I needed more, needed all of her. But some small part of my brain still functioning reminded me that our first time wouldn't be in the back of a car with my driver up front.
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The car slowed, and I reluctantly pulled away. Elena's lips were red and swollen, and her hair a mess from my hands. She looked thoroughly debauched, and we hadn't even gotten started.
Gently, I cupped her cheek and whispered, “We’re here,” and looked out of the window to the main house.
She slid off my lap, and we were out of the car within seconds. Hand in hand, we ran to get the elevator.
In the elevator, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. I pushed her against the wall, lifting her so she could wrap her legs around my waist, grinding against her as we kissed. When the doors opened on my floor, I carried her out, still kissing her, blindly making my way to the penthouse door.
I fumbled with the security code, nearly dropping her when she bit my earlobe. “Stop that,” I growled.
“Make me,” she challenged, and I swear my cock hardened even more at the defiance in her tone.
The door finally opened, and we stumbled through. I kicked it shut behind us, pressing Elena against it as I devoured her mouth again. She tugged at my shirt, popping buttons in her hurry, and I responded by grabbing the neckline of her dress and yanking hard.
The sound of a fabric tearing filled the air, and Elena gasped as her dress ripped down the front, leaving her in nothing but her bra.
“Gastone!” she gushed. “That was expensive!”
I grinned against her lips. “I'll buy you a new one,” I promised, then tore it further until the dress just hung off her shoulders, until most of her was for my taking.
I reached for her breasts and cupped them through the lace, teasing her nipples with my fingers. She moaned, the most delightful sound to my ears, and arched into my touch.
Her hands lowered, tugged at my belt, and I was aching for her. I gave her just enough time to throw the belt on the floor before I decided I needed her in my bed, now.
I spun her around, pressing her front against the door as I finished tearing away the remains of her dress. The sight of her near-naked body, those damned curves that had become all I could think of, made me feel dangerously reckless.
I slapped her ass lightly, and she gasped and turned. I caught her, lifting her off her feet. She laughed, a sound of pure joy that hit me like music. I carried her up, kicked open my bedroom door.
She turned in my arms as soon as I set her down, her hands pushing my shirt off my shoulders. I shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor as I backed her toward the bed. When her knees hit the edge, I gave her a gentle push, watching as she fell back, her hair spreading across my sheets, her body a feast for my eyes.
“You're beautiful,” I said, the words escaping before I could stop them.
She blushed, a shy smile playing at her lips. “Come here,” she said, holding out her arms to me.
I didn't need to be told twice. I covered her body with mine, capturing her mouth in another deep kiss. My hands found the clasp of her bra, unhooking and tossing it aside. Her breasts spilled free, and I broke the kiss to look at them—full and perfect, with dusky pink nipples already hard.
“Gorgeous,” I murmured, lowering my head to take one nipple into my mouth.
Elena gasped, her back arching off the bed as I sucked and licked, my hand kneading her other breast. I lavished attention on her tits, switching from one to the other, driven by her moans and the way her hands clutched at my hair, pulling me closer.
“Gastone,” she panted. “Please.”
I slid down her body, kissing a path across her stomach, dipping my tongue into her navel. Her panties were soaked, the evidence of her arousal making my cock twitch in anticipation. I hooked my fingers into the waistband and slowly peeled them down her legs, revealing her pussy, already slick and swollen.
“Fuck, you're wet,” I groaned, my voice thick with desire.
“For you,” she admitted, and the vulnerability in those two words nearly undid me.
I settled between her thighs, spreading her legs wider. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, making my mouth water. I looked up at her, maintaining eye contact as I lowered my head and dragged my tongue through her folds.
Her taste exploded on my tongue—sweet, tangy, perfect—and I groaned against her. She cried out, her hips bucking against my mouth as I licked and sucked at her clit, sliding one finger, then two, into her tight heat.
