Page 33 of The Bratva's Innocent Pregnant Bride
Had this gorgeous woman really been a virgin on our first night together and now be so wild? I’d been thrilled and humbled then, now I was once again enthralled by her eagerness. Hurry? No. I was going to taste every inch of her luscious body.
The heat between us surpassed the fire and I tugged her shirt and that annoying sports bra off, dropping down to nuzzle her ripe tits, licking her nipples to taut peaks, then suckling each one until she gripped my hair.
Her hips rose as I made my way down her smooth stomach, dipping my tongue into her belly button and making her squeal. I paused to savor the sound, breathing her in as I moved lower. She smelled like pine needles and snowy air, mingled with the wool of the rough blankets.
“You should be laid out on silk,” I told her, kissing my way to the edge of her pants.
“Next time,” she said, pushing my head further.
“I’m going to remind you that you said that,” I promised. “There will be a next time. And a time after that and a…”
I trailed off, moving the thermal fabric further down her thighs, smiling at the lacy pink panties underneath. I grinned up at her.
“And you accused me of planning this?”
“All my underwear is cute,” she said, blushing bright red. “Oh, just get them off already.”
I laughed, breathing against her through the lace, making her hips rise. “Since you have more,” I told her, ripping them from the sides and tossing the scraps aside.
She spluttered for a moment, her hands coming down on my shoulders, but her grip loosened when I plunged my mouth against her slick pussy, lapping at her juices. Her thighs came together around my shoulders, holding me in place.
“Okay, worth it,” she sighed.
“Just wait.”
“Not too long,” she pleaded.
Our eyes locked, both of us remembering that crazy night at the resort, both of us strangers but yet in perfect sync. Now she’d revealed more of herself to me and it still wasn’t enough. Iwouldn’t be satisfied until I knew everything, and we could share everything.
I shook my head, plunging my tongue deep inside her tight, wet hole. Why was I thinking at all when she was wrapped around me, moaning and thrusting her hot pussy against my mouth? Things that never mattered to me before now suddenly mattered, but it wasn’t a distraction. It somehow made it better.
She was mine, and would remain mine. That was the only thing that mattered.
I circled her swollen clit, making her shake beneath me. Gripping her hips, I held on tight as she moved with me. I needed to be inside her like I needed air. Everything came down to hearing her cry out, and then beg for more. This was more than an obsession.
This was…
“Fuck, Paisley, what do you do to me?” I pushed my tongue harder, holding tight to her hips. “Come for me, little girl.”
With a tearing grasp on my hair, her legs locked around my head as I lapped at her, I made her mine with every swipe of my tongue. Her body shuddered as she let out a low moan, finally going limp and gasping as I continued my onslaught. How could I tear myself away? She was like oxygen to me.
But my cock was calling, and soon Paisley began to squirm, her soft moans turning to fresh pleas. She wanted me, and God, how I wanted her. Dragging myself up, I stared down at her, our eyes locking. A slow smile curled her perfect lips as she ran her hands down my sides, pulling me closer. With her legs clamped around my hips, I rammed deep, both of us crying out.
She was so damn tight, so hot and wet for me. Her hands ran up my arms to dig into my shoulders, her hips thrust upward as I drove harder inside her.
“Oh yes,” she sighed, pulling me even closer.
Our bodies were crushed together, her legs trapping me exactly where I wanted to be. Now she was going to get what she originally begged for. I had to hurry. My cravings for her were uncontrollable, my thrusts were hard and fast.
“Again,” I commanded her, shoving myself up to find her clit to ease my fingers over the swollen nub. “Again. Right now.”
I groaned as I felt her tighten around me, then roared when she bit my shoulder. My wild woman, my Paisley, finally letting go as I spilled inside her until I was completely spent. Falling onto her, I felt my heart thudding against her breasts, her own heart beating double time. Soon her hands loosened their grip on my hair and fell around my neck. I felt her lips nuzzle my ear, her breath still coming in harsh pants.
“That was…” I trailed off. There were no words. I could barely muster the strength to roll to the side.
A chill draft swept over our damp skin and she shivered. Dragging the blankets over us, I pulled her under my arm, wrapping the other one around her body to shield her from the cold. In those moments when we were joined, we may as well have been on Mars.
“I almost forgot we were stuck,” she said, echoing my thoughts.
