Page 75 of Pregnant Prisoner By the Bratva
He sniffed my neck, inhaling deeply. “Oh, God, you smell so good.”
My lips curled into a sexy grin, a flutter rising in my chest.
“You’re so warm,” he whispered in my ear, his finger finding its way under my panties. “So wet.”
“Fuck,” I murmured, my thighs brushing against each other, heart swelling with desire.
His other hand fondled my boobs over the fabric of the towel while simultaneously fingering my cunt.
“What’re you waiting for?” I asked amidst moans. “Take me already.”
He turned me around to face him, his hand on the back of my neck, lips inches from mine. Seconds later, he planted a slow, passionate kiss on my lips—that was impossible to resist even if I wanted to.
I drew a deep breath, my tongue invading his mouth right after he did the same. Heads danced to the rhythm of our kiss, his hand massaging the back of my neck.
I pushed him back toward the bed, where he dropped onto the mattress, balanced on his elbows. He watched me witha glint of lust flickering in his gaze. Gently, I loosened the folds of my towel and let it drop to my feet, leaving my body exposed.
His lips twisted into a sly smirk, his eyes roaming over my body with the same desire as the first time he saw me naked. I loved it. I lowered myself down on him, sitting on his face in reverse, settling into a 69 sex position.
He grabbed my ass and spanked my butt, his finger massaging my flesh as he licked my entrance with his tongue. I moaned, dipping my hand underneath his pants to withdraw his organ. It stood erect, pointing upward like the friggin’ Eiffel Tower.
I sniffed his hard cock, momentarily obsessed with the scent down there. My eyes rolled backward, an abrupt moan falling off my lips as he ate me up real good, his mouth taking in all of my juice. I returned the favor, my lips wrapping around his cap.
He was so good at eating my pussy that it was almost impossible to focus on sucking his cock. Yulian’s tongue and fingers sent tremors down my core—waves of ecstasy crashing against me. A thread of drool dripped off my lips, linking my mouth and his cap while I stroked his length.
His tongue reached places inside me that I didn’t think were possible, his thumb caressing my throbbing clit. He ate me up, explored my pussy, and sucked my nectar like a starving man.
I pushed some hair strands behind my ear, my head pressing downward. His cock was deep in my throat, my fingers playing with his sac. I choked, wheezed, and gagged, and when I withdrew from that monster cock, a loud gasp came forth. I swallowed hard, drooling all over his groin.
His thumb grazed my slippery entrance, back and forth, my grip a little loose around his cap. The feeling was ecstatic, and before long, I was ready for penetration.
I lifted my hips off his face, turning the other way around, my knees sinking into the mattress as I straddled him. He wiped my juice off his mouth, his eyes boring into mine while I reached down and took his cock. My teeth grazed my lower lip, body trembling subtly as I teased myself, rubbing his cap through my wet entrance.
Gently, I lowered my hips downward, a soft purr escaping me the deeper he travelled inside me. His cock stretched me out, reminding me of how much I missed having him inside me.
“Fuck, you’re so warm,” he whispered, holding my gaze.
With my hands on his chest, I moved my hips, slowly grinding over his groin. “And you’re so hard,” I replied, arching my back, both hands darting to my breasts.
He reached out and held my waist, his fingers pressing against my flesh, guiding my pace. I looked down, basking in the pleasure that etched his face. His groans were music to my ears, a gesture that fueled my desire, encouraged me to give my best.
“Damn,” he murmured, grinding from beneath me.
My lips curled into a self-satisfied grin. “You’ve waited long enough; allow me to make it up to you.”
“It was worth the wait.You’reworth the wait,” he said, groaning.
Our movements were in sync, slow and deliberate. The feeling was electric, the air filled with the scent of my arousal. I fondled my breasts, cupping them in my palms and deliciously pinching my hard nipples.
I threw my head backward, facing the ceiling, reveling in the feeling of his strong hands traversing my body. He traced my curves and contours, his touch fanning the flame burning within me.
My fingers combed through my hair, face a mask of pleasure, yet my hips were unrelenting. I rode him slowly, my spirit, soul, and body connecting to him. The sound of my softmoans wafted through the air like low music, my pussy wet with desire.
He tried to flip me over—to take back control—but I wasn’t finished yet.
I shook my head. “No, sir. You lay back and let me do the work,” I said, my voice low and seductive. “Let me please you tonight.”
“I just think you—”
