Page 76 of Pregnant Prisoner By the Bratva
“Shhh.” I placed a finger over his lips.
Knowing my husband, he was probably trying to point out that he thought I was too tired. He wanted to flip me over, not because he didn’t love me riding, but because he cared about my well-being.
Sweet.
But I wasn’t done yet.
Hadn’t come yet.
Once I did, I’d let him do with me as he pleased. But for now, there was still work to be done.
With each passing second, my pace quickened, need rising inside of me. He lifted his waist inches from the mattress, his hands holding on to his hips as he slammed into me with vigorous strokes.
“Fuck, yes!” I moaned, my voice rising louder than before. “Yes, yes, yes…!” I rode him harder and faster.
Shockwaves spread across my body, my eyes rolling backward into their sockets, but still, I wouldn’t stop. Wouldn’t even slow down.
He groaned deeply, his head falling back on the pillow beneath him.
I recognized that sound, the guttural groan.
“Come on, gimme all of it,” I said, breathless, my hips grinding hard against him, my eyes fixed on his face. “Come in me. Fill me up, baby.”
His body stiffened, jaw locked in as he squeezed my breasts delicately. He joined in, resuming his relentless thrusts from under me.
My face contorted with pleasure, my mouth shaped like an “O” in a silent scream. I stopped grinding and let him smash me for the next few seconds. I steeled myself, toes curling in anticipation of his release.
The harder his thrusts, the closer I came to climaxing. My eyes rolled back, heart pounding heavily. “Fuck, I think I’m gonna come!” I announced, bending over with my hand sliding down my cunt.
I rubbed my palm over my clit, a trick that quickened my arrival and left me completely out of breath. “I’m coming, baby!”
His primal growl signaled that he, too, was climaxing. Barely a split second later, something very rare happened—we came at the same time. The feeling was electric, shivering down my spine as he filled me up with his warmth.
My dam exploded in a heartbeat, my juice spilling all over his groin and the sheets too. My legs shuddered, my whole body trembling with desire as my pussy accepted every last drop of his essence.
He reached out to cradle my face, a smile playing on his lips. I held his gaze, struggling to catch my breath, my skin dampened with sweat, my hair still moist from the bath clinging to my face.
Exhausted, I collapsed on his chest, listening to the loudness of his heartbeat. Yulian wrapped his arms around me, protective and possessive, while I lay on him with his cock still inside me.
“That was…” I whispered, my voice dripping with awe.
“Amazing,” we chorused and chuckled at the same time.
He kissed my forehead and held me close, his arms running all over my back. “Thank you,” he said, his tone hushed.
“Thankyou,” I rephrased, my fingers trailing the length of his collarbone.
A sigh of satisfaction left my lips as I lay in his arms, basking in the peace his warmth provided.
Is this what love looks like when it’s finally earned?I wondered, a smile playing on my face.
I didn’t think I’d find this kind of peace and happiness with a man who instigated the exact opposite for a living.
Yet here I was—the happiest woman on the planet. I guess Ayala was right when she said I’d come to find out the Tarasovs weren’t so terrible after all.
“I love you, Ian,” I whispered to myself, but somehow, my words reached his ears.
“And I loveyou,” he responded with the same tone.
