Page 50 of Plus-Size Bride Forced By the Bratva
While she was at that, I reached for the bottle of wine on the table, took a few gulps, and then reclaimed her lips. I set the bottle down on the nearest side stool and lifted her into the air. Our kiss deepened, heads dancing to the rhythm of our passion.
I sat her down on the table’s surface, positioning myself between her spread out legs. My hands tangled in her hair as I devoured her mouth with an intense fervency that drew the breath from her lungs. I slipped the other strap down her shoulders, and her nightgown slid down her skin, pooling at her waist.
I pulled her closer, leaning in to squeeze those moderately sized breasts. I palmed her gentle swells while her fingers undid the button of my pants. She dipped her hand inside and withdrew my cock. I broke the kiss, slipped my hand to the back of her head, and tugged at her hair.
Her face jerked upward, and I pulled her even closer as she inserted my cock into her pussy.
I let out a deep breath, reveling in the warmth of her cunt, closing around my cock. My hands caressed her body, tracing her perfect curves and contours.
She spread her legs wider and pulled me in, as if seeking deeper penetration. I started off slow and steady, my waist grinding against hers as I squeezed her breasts and kissed her neck. Her hands traversed my torso, caressing my thick skin while her legs dangled in the air.
Her head tipped back, an abrupt gasp spilling from her lips as her fingers wrapped around the table’s edge for support. She ground her hips in response to my cock deep inside her. Herbody strained to meet me, eyes dark with need as I pushed into her with a steady force.
I fondled her breasts with both my hands, teasing her nipples with my fingers. She moaned my name under her breath, probably hoping I wouldn’t hear it, but I did. And it fanned the flames burning within me.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, her breasts pressing against my chest. My hands explored her back, her soft skin smooth beneath my touch.
“Lev…please,” she whispered in my ear, her voice low and seductive.
I pulled out for a second, then slammed back into her with a vigorous stroke. She let out a throaty moan that only fueled my lust, and I repeated the move again and again and again.
Her fingers raked my back, nails digging into my skin, inflicting me with a sweet pain.
“Tell me to stop, and I will,” I whispered in her face, daring her to reject mid-action.
She moaned.
“Say it.” I drove deeper.
“I can’t,” she murmured, moaning.
“Why?” I pounded into her pussy.
“Because I don’t want you to stop,” she confessed. “I want you to fuck me harder.”
“Admit that you’re mine, and I’ll do as you want.”
“I’m yours, Daddy,” she whimpered, her eyes locked to mine. “I’m all yours. Now, fuck me like you own.” It wasn’t a plea; it was a command.
My hips snapped forward, each punishing thrust landing with bruising intensity, enough to make the table creak beneath her.
She held my gaze, pleasure etched in her face. “Yes—yes.” She nodded, her voice tinged with urgency and desperation. “Harder—fuck me harder, Daddy!”
I quickened my pace, reveling in the way her breasts bounced up and down. The tempo was unyielding, my relentless strokes giving her no room to catch her breath.
“Come for me,” she cried out. “I want you to come for me.”
Her words and her moans were music to my ears, each sound drawing me closer to the edge. A primal growl signaled my arrival, and immediately, she wrapped her arms around me, her legs locking around my waist.
Ravyn trapped me inside, hinting at where she wanted my cum. I hugged her tightly as well, and with a loud groan, I exploded inside her with trembling legs and curling toes.
The feeling was electric. And judging by the sound of my name on her lips, it was obvious that she enjoyed it as much as I did.
Her pussy, warm and slippery, accepted all of me, every single drop. Our hearts were beating as one, our breaths too heavy to catch as we remained in each other’s arms.
The air was thick with the mix of sweat and her arousal, my cock still buried deep inside her. Although neither of us said a word, we both knew that this was the beginning of a new chapter in our lives.
I wasn’t sure what this meant for us, but one thing was certain: Now that I’d tasted her, no one else ever would. She belonged to me alone, and whatever feeling I’d had for her had just doubled.
