Page 36 of Kidnapped Prisoner By the Bratva
Reflexively, I tried to pull away, unable to hold it in much longer. However, his grip on my thigh held me in place, his unrelenting tongue working steadily on my cunt.
“I can’t…I can’t take it anymore,” I murmured, too embarrassed to let him hear me.
He continued eating nonstop.
My whole body was starting to come undone, my heart swelling with desire as the burning flame within threatened to consume me.
Please…just fuck me already,I pleaded in my mind as though he’d somehow magically hear me. The feeling was electric, and it took covering my mouth to keep my moans inside. Yet even that only felt like torture. I just wanted to scream out loud—raw and unrestrained. I wanted to feel his dickinside me and moan his name as he fucked the hell out of my pussy.
He didn’t stop eating.
I pressed my palm tighter over my mouth, as I drew closer and closer to having a fuckin’ orgasm. My palm left my lips, and immediately, I whispered, “Fuck, I’m coming!”
My announcement didn’t seem to move him as he kept eating at the same pace, licking the same spot over and over again.
“Yes, right there, don’t stop,” I whispered to myself again, hoping he’d hear me even though deep down I was embarrassed by my reaction.
I’d probably die of shame later on, but for now, I just wanted to express myself.
“Make me come, please,” my soft voice spilled into the air, raw and breathy. “I’m almost there.”
He kept eating and eating and eating.
A loud thunder rumbled outside, and that’s when my dam exploded, and I had the best orgasm of my life. So far, at least.
He raised his head and straightened, watching my body convulse with ecstasy. His groin was soaked in my squirt, gushing out like water from a fountain. My muscles stiffened, and my grip on the edge of the counter tightened as I struggled against the sensation coursing through my blood.
My body wouldn’t stop trembling, and although my thighs were tightly locked together, it did nothing to douse the tingle in my pussy. My toes curled, legs shaking in the air as I strained with my mouth open in a silent scream.
I threw my hands into my hair and lay flat on my back, struggling to catch my breath. I surrendered completely at his mercy.
My pussy closed around his cock as he penetrated me with one slow thrust. “Oh, fuck,” I mouthed, hands still in my hair.
He pushed deeper, and I basked in the feeling of his cock stretching me out. His groin pounded against me again and again, each stroke harder and deeper than the last. I gasped as a wild rush tore through me—sharp, raw, and unrestrained.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. But it was. And I didn’t want it to stop. No. Not yet.
Chapter 14 – Val
Her moans were music to my ears; those soft purrs fueled my desire as I ground my waist against her pussy. I lifted her legs, placed them on my shoulders, while penetrating her with relentless strokes.
I watched her perky breasts bounce back and forth, her eyes rolling backward. My grip on her thighs tightened, my hips moving fast and rhythmically. On each thrust, I drove deeper and deeper into that wet pussy.
My cock was covered in her juice, and her slippery pussy eased my strokes. I’d yet to come to terms with the fact that this was happening—we were fucking.
It felt so good that the more I slammed into her, the more I couldn’t get enough. She threw her hands into her hair, then covered her mouth with a palm. Still, it didn’t drown her moans—it just muffled them, and even that was perfect in my ears.
Wren’s face was contorted in sheer pleasure. Her toes curled, and her whole body was vibrating. She gripped the edge of the counter for support, yet I didn’t stop, nor did I slow down. I rammed her harder than before just so I’d watch her lose control.
She pursed her lips in order to suppress her moans. And with one hand in her hair, she arched her back, her waist grinding against mine as if seeking deeper contact. I kept going. Harder. Faster.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she whimpered, her voice low and shaky.
A throaty moan fell off her lips despite her attempts at staying quiet. I pulled her closer, and she cried out when my cock traveled deeper.
“Look at me,” I growled, my tone laced with authority. “Wren, look at me.” I tapped her face. Not too hard, and not too soft either.
She met my gaze, her face a mask of ecstasy. Positioned on her elbows, she looked right into my eyes and nodded as if confirming that she loved every bit of my cock.
