Page 15 of Pregnant Prisoner By the Bratva
Once inside, I turned on the lights, my heels clicking against the floor as I strolled into the living room.
Yulian followed behind me. “You have a nice place,” he said, his eyes drinking in the simple and cozy interior.
“Thanks,” I replied, shedding my jacket to reveal my black satin slip dress with thin straps and a hem that grazed my knees.
His gaze flicked to me, eyes discreetly roaming my body like he liked what he saw. His expression darkened with lust as he stood across from me, staring in silence.
I slipped out of my heels, watching him, waiting with a heaving chest and a racing heart. The look I wore was soft enough to invite him over without saying a word.
Quietly, he drew nearer, closing the distance between us with an unwavering gaze. When he towered over me, his cologne invading my nostrils, I knew that there was no going back now.He could tell from the way I stared at him that I was horny as fuck.
Slowly, he reached out, brushing the back of his fingers against my arm. I trembled at his touch, and when he dared to pull me to himself, a yelp escaped my lips. His hands remained steady on my waist, his eyes locked onto mine.
His breath was warm against my skin, his hardness grazing my thighs. He rubbed his thumb on my cheek, his lips inches from mine. My heart was swelling with desire, my pulse thrumming as a cold shiver sprinted down my spine.
I should pull away now before it’s too late. But his touch was too electric to ignore. It wasn’t as rough as I thought. Rather, it was gentle, slow. Focused. A part of me hated that he saw me like this—vulnerable and weak—and that threw me off balance.
The chemistry between us burned hot, and the next thing I knew, his lips were crashing against mine. Slow. Passionate. Deliberate.
I closed my eyes, drawing a deep, long breath as I kissed him back, following his lead. His tongue invaded my mouth, his hand sliding to the back of my neck. Our heads tilted to the rhythm of this burning desire coursing through us.
His touch ignited a flame inside me—one so hot it almost consumed me. Next thing I knew, I was already shedding his jacket and writhing subtly against him. He tossed his jacket away, my fingers slowly undoing the buttons of his white undershirt.
Yulian cupped my breasts, fondling them over the fabric of my gown, each squeeze melting my reserve. Weak in the knees, I sank into the couch behind me, my breathing uneven from the way his eyes studied me. Like I was something breakable, delicate—sacred, even.
I parted my legs, watching him with a heaving chest, my expression dark with passion. He went down on his knees, handson my thighs, fingers gently sliding higher. He lifted the hem of my dress just enough to steal my breath.
My body stiffened, my heart hammering in my chest as the tension between us buzzed loudly. I felt the weight of his gaze, the reverence in the way he slowly took my panties off.
He glanced up at me, his fingers caressing my skin before burying his head between my thighs. He leaned in, his tongue licking my wet cunt in ways that sent shivers coursing through my body. My head tipped back against the couch, fingers gripping the edge of the seat.
I closed my eyes, biting down on the moan on my lips, my legs trembling beneath touch. “Fuck,” I mouthed.
He gripped both my thighs, holding me in place as he explored my cunt with his mouth. It wasn’t just what his tongue did to me that drove me crazy—it was how he did it. Slow and measured, like he was studying me, not just eating me.
I pressed his head deeper into my cunt, my fingers massaging his scalp as soft purrs left my lips. The room felt still, but my pulse thundered, my moans growing louder by the minute. My hand flew upward, palm over my mouth in an attempt to suppress my erotic sounds.
He didn’t stop.
Yulian just kept eating like he was enjoying every bit of me, like he loved the taste of my juice and couldn’t have enough. He grew more deliberate. More focused, like he could hear every plea in my mind asking him to keep going.
Fueled by sheer pleasure, I slipped the thin straps of my dress off my shoulders to expose my breasts. I pinched my nipples, bucking my hips against his mouth as if seeking deeper contact.
A throaty moan broke from my lips, and something inside me splintered. My breath caught, eyes widening as his tongueworked its magic, his mouth working over me with maddening precision.
“Oh, my God!” The words fell from my lips, raw and unrestrained. Unintended. “Fuck, that’s so good.”
I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but the waves of pleasure crashing against me left me with no choice. It was almost impossible to think. All I could do at the moment was feel every detail of his touch. His saliva was all over my cunt, mixing with my wetness, and the more he ate me up, the closer I came to climaxing.
“Almost there,” I let out a strained whisper, my face a mask of pleasure. “Shit, you’re gonna make me come.”
It’s too early,I thought to myself, but his mouth on my cunt did things to me I didn’t even know were possible.
I’d never come from just oral alone, but it appeared there was a first time for everything.
Tension coiled deep in my belly, stealing my breath. My back arched, toes curled, and my legs trembled as a strangled moan slipped past my lips.
He lifted his head, and my dam exploded.
