Page 9 of BRATVA'S Killer Bride
I kiss her shoulder, her breast. She moans a little, but stays asleep, so I go lower.
She smells like us, her pussy still slightly swollen from last night. I part her legs and she mumbles in her sleep. Positioning myself gently between her thighs, I swipe my tongue over her slit, her hand instantly comes down to the back of my head.
“Daniil,” she gasps. “What are you doing?”
I answer her by firming my tongue and running circles over her clit. Her hips buck. I drag my tongue slowly to her entrance, teasing and sucking her lips until she moans again. She tastes of us both, and it’s intoxicating.
My cock throbs, desperate for yet another release in this perfect cunt, but I ignore it. For now. I focus solely on the woman lying before me, naked and soft, her fingers pushing through my hair and holding me exactly where she wants me.
“Please, Daniil,” she pleads, and I know what she wants. She wants the release she is so close to claiming. I slide two fingers into her wet channel, stroking softly, increasing pressure with each revolution of my tongue on her clit. She is grinding againstmy face now, rocking her pelvis to the lazy rhythm set by my fingers.
Her moans get more frequent and louder, and I know she is close. I suck hard on her clit, hooking my fingers and pressing against the smooth spot inside her that makes her come undone.
The orgasm is instant and violent as her body thrashes through the waves of pleasure. Her pussy tightens around my fingers, pulling at them, her juices coat my hand. All I can think is how I want this every day for the rest of my life.
My cock hangs heavy between my thighs, pre-cum leaking from the tip. I fist the shaft a couple of times. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard in my life, as I am for Sienna. I remove my fingers from her quivering pussy and kneel between her legs, pulling her hips up to meet my aching cock.
Pulling her onto my length is easy with how wet she is. Her body shudders as she stretches to accommodate my girth. She props herself up onto her elbows and looks at where we meet.
“Fuck,” she gasps.
“Let me watch you play with your tits,” I ask, my voice unrecognizably husky from arousal and the effort to keep from blowing my load.
She looks at me with those eyes that tell me she knows exactly what she is doing as she takes each one of them in the palms of her hands and squeezes until the flesh bulges between her splayed fingers. I push her hips away from me, sliding out until the very tip of my cock rests in her entrance, then pull her back with enough force to shatter stone.
She cries out, letting go of her breasts, then quickly returning to tease her nipples. She rolls the dark pink buds between her thumbs and index fingers, pulling every so often, but never taking her eyes from where my cock slides in and out of her.
“Let go of them now,” I say, barely able to breathe out the words.
I increase the push pull on her hips, sliding her up and down my shaft as fast as I can. Her gorgeous tits bounce with each movement, driving me wild. I drop my fingers to her wet cunt and spread her juices around, rubbing her clit and either side of where she is stretched out around my cock. Her legs are hooked around my ass as I continue to guide her hips with one hand.
My cock hardens impossibly more as my balls tighten and I know I don’t have much longer. Then I feel her cunt tighten around me, milking me as she flies over the edge of her release and I can’t hold back any longer. I come hard and heavy inside her. My thrusts are erratic and disjointed as I release every ounce of hot cum into her waiting pussy.
She shudders as the last waves of her orgasm subside. My cock is still half hard, resting inside her warmth. She looks like a picture of ruin. Her skin red where she squeezed too hard, her eyes hooded with spent pleasure. She whimpers when I slide her off me and settle her back onto the bed. I head out of the room briefly, grabbing a washcloth and soaking it beneath hot water from the tap.
When I return to her she is propped up on her elbows. Her knees bent and parted.
“Fuck, Sienna,” I grunt as my cock throbs and tries to harden again. “You’re going to be the end of me, lying there like that with your perfect, swollen pussy on display.”
I gently place the washcloth on the apex of her thighs. Pressing lightly.
“This will soothe you,” I say, keeping my hand over it as I lie beside her.
“I don’t want soothing,” she mutters. “I want you to fuck me senseless every day for the rest of my life.”
“That can be arranged,” I say in all seriousness. Because this woman feeds an insatiable hunger in me I never knew existed until I walked into that hotel room and found her standing over Andrey’s lifeless body.
I drop my mouth to hers, kissing her while the wash cloth cools. When it isn’t warm anymore, I throw it onto the bedside cabinet and roll her so she is above me, straddling my hips.
“You look phenomenal,” I say, taking her in. “Fierce,” I add, as she slides over my thickness. “Strong,” I add again as I reach for her tits. She changes her angle and takes me into her on the next pass, making tiny sounds as she breaks through the tender ache of the stretch.
“You take my cock like you were made for it,” I say, as she continues to slide over the length slowly. “Ride me, Sienna. Come on my cock like you own it.”
She picks up her pace on a moan, riding me hard and fast, grinding her pelvis against mine as she chases her release.
My hands are on her waist, enjoying the view of her heavy tits bouncing erratically, the way her hips feel as they rock with reckless abandon.
“You’re a fucking queen, Sienna,” I pant, as her fingers find her clit and her breathing changes to stuttered, little gasps.
