Page 77 of Pregnant Bratva Wife
The dual assault of his tongue and fingers had me spiraling, fast and helpless. He touched me like heknewmy body—every gasp, every tremble, every desperate little twitch. And when his fingers curledjust rightwhile his tongue flicked quick and relentless over my clit, I nearly came off the desk with a cry, my thighs clamping around his head like I was trying to hold on to sanity.
“Federico—I’m going to—”
“Come for me,” he growled against my soaked flesh. “I want you to fall apart on my tongue.”
His words—low, filthy,commanding—combined with the relentless rhythm of his fingers and the hot, sucking pressure of his mouth, undid me completely. My orgasm slammed into me like a wave crashing through glass—violent, blinding, all-consuming. I shattered with a scream, thighs shaking around his head, hips jerking helplessly as I came hard against his mouth, gasping his name like a prayer I’d never meant to say out loud.
My thighs clamped around his head as I rode out the pleasure, but Federico didn’t stop. He worked me through it, drawing out every last shudder until I had to push him away, for it was getting too much to bear.
This much pleasure? Shouldn’t have been legal.
He rose slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking sinfully pleased with himself. He towered over me, his chest heaving slightly, his erection straining against his pants.
“You’re beautiful when you come,” he said roughly, his voice like carnal pleasure in itself.
He reached for the hem of my blouse, pulling it up and over my head. My bra quickly followed, leaving me naked from the waist up, perched on his desk with my skirt bunched around my hips.
His hands slid up to cup my breasts, warm and possessive, thumbs brushing over my nipples in slow, deliberate circles that made my back arch off the desk. I let out a soft whimper, already aching, alreadyneeding.
Then his mouth replaced his hands—hot, wet,devouring. He sucked one nipple between his lips, tongue swirling before he grazed it with his teeth, just enough to make me cry out. I tangled my fingers in his hair, anchoring him there, greedy for the friction, the heat, the pleasure.
He didn’t rush. He worshipped. Alternated between slow, teasing licks and sharp little bites that had me writhing under him, my body begging while my mouth couldn’t form words.
His hands never stayed still—one sliding down my waist, the other coasting along my thigh.
Then—without warning—he pressed one broad palm flat against my chest and shoved me back gently.
I gasped as my back hit the desk, papers flying, something metal crashing to the floor. But none of it mattered.
The only thing I could feel was him.
Everywhere.
“I need to be inside you,” he growled, working at his belt. “Now.”
I propped myself up on my elbows, watching him hungrily as he pushed his pants and boxers down, his cock springing free to my sight. Thick. Hard.
He positioned himself, and the blunt head of his cock pressed against me. He met my gaze when he pushed forward, stretching me inch by delicious inch until he was seated fully inside me.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his eyes closing briefly. “You feel incredible.”
I couldn’t speak, could barely breathe. The fullness, the pressure, the way he fit inside me so perfectly—it all felt so fucking good.
When he started to move, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in, I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming.
“You like that?” he growled.
I could only nod, hips rolling to meet his, eyes rolling back as he began to pound me recklessly. It was too much.Perfectlytoo much. Heat spiraled outward from my core, building faster than I could handle.
His rhythm reached a punishing level—hard, deep thrusts that had the desk creaking beneath us. A pen holder toppled over, pens scattering across the floor. Neither of us paused.
Federico gripped my hips, tilting them a bit higher, and suddenly he was hitting a spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
“There,” I gasped, my nails digging into his forearms. “Right there.”
“Here?” he asked, driving into that same spot with such insane precision it felt unreal.
“Yes—God, yes!”
