Page 54 of Pregnant Bratva Wife
Slow at first. Testing. Pressing my mouth to hers, waiting for her to catch up to her mistake.
But she answered fast. Her fingers fisted in my shirt, dragging me closer. She kissed me like she needed me to erase the night.
Messy. Deep. Endless.
Her mouth opened under mine, her tongue sliding against my lower lip, demanding entry.
I groaned, and my hands slid down her back to her hips, pulling her fully onto my lap. She straddled me, her knees on either side of my thighs. Her hips rolled instinctively, grinding down on my cock through my pants with a desperation that wrecked me.
“We shouldn’t,” I managed between kisses, even as my hands gripped her ass, grinding her against me.
“I know,” she gasped, her head tilting back as I trailed kisses down her throat.
She rushed to get the buttons off my shirt and worked with such a glorious frenzy that it made my pulse spike. I kissed her again, swallowing the soft, desperate sounds she made as she finally got my shirt open. Her hands slid over my chest, her nails dragging lightly over my skin.
I groaned into her mouth, hips flexing instinctively beneath her.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I whispered against her lips between kisses.
I reached for the hem of her top. I lifted it slowly—relishing every inch of new skin—until it was off and tossed carelessly to the floor.
She sat on me in a simple black cotton bra. Not lace. Not silk. Nothing designed to seduce. But I’d never been harder in my life. The sight of her breasts spilling out of her tight bra, her nipples already peeking through, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath—fuck, it was enough to make a priest go back on his word.
I reached behind her, unhooking the clasp, and then it was gone. She was now gloriously naked from the waist up, sitting on my lap with those gorgeous golden locks tumbling over her shoulders.
Her breasts were perfect—high, soft, fuckinginviting—and I didn’t even try to fight it.
I looked up at her—straddling me, eyes wide, lips parted—and thought,There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.
Then I leaned in and took what was mine.
I cupped one breast in my hand, my thumb brushing over the nipple. “Fuck,” I whispered, “You’re a goddamn dream.”
She shivered, her eyes closing briefly.
“Federico,” she whispered, and my name on her lips was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
I lowered my head, taking her nipple into my mouth. She gasped, her back arching, pushing herself more firmly against me. I sucked and licked, my hand playing with her other breast, my cock straining painfully against my pants.
Her hands dropped to my belt now, like she could feel how painfully hard I was, her fingers working the buckle with a hunger that made my cock twitch beneath the denim. She wasn’t fumbling anymore—she wasclaiming.
I groaned against her skin, dragging my mouth to her other breast, letting my tongue tease the peak before closing my lips around it.
Then I used my teeth—just enough to make her gasp.
Soft, perfect, and arching into me like she wanted to be devoured.
“I need—” she started, her voice breaking as I sucked harder.
“Tell me what you need,” I demanded, pulling back to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from our kisses, her eyes glazed with want.
“You,” she said simply. “I need you.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I wasn’t a foolish man to push my luck. I fumbled with the button of her jeans, suddenlydesperate to feel all of her, to be inside her, to make her mine in the most primal way possible.
She lifted herself slightly, helping me push the denim down her legs. She kicked them off, along with her shoes, leaving her in just a pair of black cotton panties.
“So fucking beautiful,” I murmured, my hands sliding up her thighs, thumbs brushing over the damp fabric between her legs.
