Page 37 of Marked & Bred By the Bratva
She’s late.
Just by a few days. But I know. I’ve been keeping count since she moved into that ratty apartment.
Ava’s pacing in the kitchen, wearing an oversized tee that barely covers her thick ass. Her hair piled on top of her head, fucking glowing.
I follow like an animal, stepping in close and cupping her hip from behind.
“You’re late,” I murmur.
She freezes. “It’s nothing. Just stress. I’ve been…”
I spin her around and lift her on top of the counter, my eyes locked on hers.
“Say it.”
She blinks. “What?”
“Say it out loud. Say you might be pregnant with my baby.”
Her throat works. “I might be…”
I kiss her. Hard. Deep. My fingers gripping her lush thighs, spreading them wide. Her breath catches when my hard cock presses against her through my sweatpants.
“No blood,” I whisper into her mouth. “Your tits are swollen. Your cunt’s been tighter every time I fuck it. And you can’t fucking get enough of me. Don’t play dumb, baby. Your body’s already telling us.”
“I don’t even know for sure, Lev…”
“I do.”
I strip her fast. She gasps, and I don’t stop. I drop to my knees, shove her leg over my shoulder, and bury my face in her cunt.
“Lev…fuck…”
I lick her like a starving man. My tongue pushes inside her, circles her clit, devours every drop of slick she gives me. She bucks against my face and grabs my hair, whimpering.
“This is what a bred cunt tastes like,” I growl against her. “Sweet and swollen. Fuck, I can feel you fucking pulsing.”
Her knees buckle. I grip her hips and hold her up, eating her until she’s crying out, shuddering against me.
Then I stand, pull out my cock, and slam into her. Pushing past her swollen pussy lips. Through her tight entrance. Inside thathot, wet channel that sucks me in, massages my cock. Fucking drowns me, and drains my balls. So good. So fucking good. Pleasure invades my entire being. And all I see is this woman. My gorgeous, brave, funny, smart girl. My entire fucking world. And now she’s gonna give me a fucking kid. Lord.
Ava gasps, her mouth falling open. “Oh, my God, Lev!”
I snarl in her ear, “call me Daddy. Say it.”
“D-Daddy!”
“That’s right.” I fuck her deeper. Harder. Hands braced on the wall at each side of her head, my massive frame pinning her much smaller one in place. “You feel that, sweets? That’s your baby daddy. Fucking breeding you again. Making sure it fucking sticks.”
She sobs as I drive into her, each thrust rougher than the last. Her big tits bounce with every slam of my hips. I grab one, mouth it, bite gently until she gasps.
“Every time you walk, I want you leaking me,” I growl. “I want your thighs soaked, your belly full.”
She scratches at my shoulders, her nails raking down my back. “Lev…please…I’m so close!”
“Then come. Milk my cock, little one. Show me you’re ready to carry my child.”
And she breaks. Body shaking, head thrown back, pussy clenching around me like she’s trying to trap me inside her forever.
