Page 58 of Plus-Size Bratva Possession
“My turn,” she said, a dangerous glint in her eye as she pinned my wrists above my head.
I could have easily taken over with my strength and size, but I was curious to see what she would do. Slowly, she began to unbutton my shirt.
“Too slow,” I growled, and ripped the shirt open, helping her out.
She laughed, which quickly turned into a gasp when I sat up halfway and tore the neck of her dress, exposing her breasts.
“That's the second dress you've ruined,” she complained.
“I'll buy you a hundred more,” I promised, palming her breasts through her lacy bra. She was a vision, an absolute delight, as she straddled me half-naked.
She pushed me back down with her hands on my chest and then slid lower to work on my belt.
I watched as she undid my pants and pulled them down along with my boxers, freeing my aching cock. Her eyes darkened at the sight, and she licked her lips.
“Like what you see?” I taunted.
In answer, she lowered her head and took me into her mouth. I hissed in pleasure, my hands immediately going to her hair, holding on as she worked her magic.
“Fuck, Elena,” I groaned as she took me deeper, her mouth hot and wet around me.
She was merciless, using her tongue and lips with devastating motions, one hand wrapped around the base of my cock while the other cupped my balls. Each stroke brought me closer to the edge, and when she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, I nearly lost it right then.
“Stop,” I gasped, tugging gently at her hair. “I'm too close.”
She ignored me, taking me even deeper until I felt the back of her throat, the tight ring of muscle there making my eyes roll back in my head. The sounds she made—wet, hungry noises that filled the room—were almost as intoxicating as the sensation itself.
I felt the familiar tightening in my balls and knew I was seconds away from coming. “Elena, I'm serious. I'm going to—”
She hummed around me, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine, and pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue around the head of my cock. I looked down to see her watching me, her eyes dark with desire, and felt a drop of precum leak onto her tongue.
That was it—I couldn't take anymore. I pulled her up by her hands and flipped us, pinning her beneath me on the bed.
“I'm not done with you yet,” I growled, tearing the remnants of her dress off until she was left in just her bra and panties.
She looked up at me, her chest heaving, her lips swollen and red from what she'd been doing. “Prove it or I might start talking again,” she challenged.
I slid down her panties, my fingers trailing down her legs, making her gasp. Slowly, I dug into her inner thighs and pushed her knees apart. She was already wet, her arousal glistening on her. The sight of her spread open for me like that made me harder than I'd ever been.
“Is this what you want?” I asked, positioning myself at her entrance, teasing her.
“Yes,” she breathed, arching up toward me. “Don't make me wait.”
I pushed into her in one hard thrust, both of us groaning at the sensation. She was tight and hot around me, her body gripping mine like she never wanted to let go. I started moving, setting a punishing pace with the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust.
“Harder,” she demanded, her nails digging into my back. “Fuck me harder.”
I growled and lifted one of her legs over my shoulder, changing the angle to hit her deeper. She cried out, her back arching off the bed.
“There,” she gasped. “Right there. Don't stop.”
I had no intention of stopping. I drove into her again and again, watching her face contort with pleasure, feeling her body clench around me with each thrust. She was close—I could tell by how her breathing changed and her words dissolved into incoherent moans.
I then slid a hand between us to rub her clit, and she moaned out the sweetest sound I’d heard. I felt her begin to flutter, felt her holding back.
“Let me feel you come on my cock.”
Her eyes flew open, meeting mine, and I saw the moment she tipped over the edge. Her body tensed, her inner walls clamping down on me as she came with my name. The sight, the feeling of her tightening and loosening around me as her entire body writhed completely out of control, was my trigger of release, and I followed right after, emptying myself inside her with a groan of pure satisfaction.
