Page 38 of Dark Bratva Christmas
“Don’t make me force your mouth open,” I growl, grabbing my shaft and pressing it against her lips. “Open.”
She does. And I shove myself into her hot, wet mouth, instantly feeling the satisfaction. Catarina moans and whimpers as I work myself in and out, careful not to gag her.Torture to me.
“Be a good fucking wife and let me come down your throat,” I grit out, thrusting my hips. She takes it beautifully, her eyes welling up with tears as she lets me go deeper, sliding down the back of her throat.
Oh fuck.I reach down and grip her hair, pressing my balls to her chin as she gags. I let the quick orgasm come, and spurt until I’m empty.
When I pull out, she gasps for air.
“You fuckinghuylo(dickhead)!” she cries out, but I couldn’t care less, climbing off of her and going for my whip again.
“Watch that mouth.” I pop it against her breast, and she whimpers. “Tell me you’ll never let another man touch you again.” I ease back, settling my still hard dick between her legs.
“You’re the only man who gets to have me, Matysh,” Catarina whispers, a tear rolling down her face. I revel in the irony of what she just told me, because indeed, not even Mikhail got to have her the way I get to do now...
I crash into her, her tight pussy enough to get me even harder, if possible. I slam into her, her cries filling the room as I mercilessly pound her, determined to dominateeveryfucking inch of her. Before we’re ever through, I’ll ensure she’s had me everywhere.
My hands find her waist, digging into her skin as I hold her, desperate to reach another climax.Ya ne mogu nasytit'sya(I can't get enough).
I've spent countless nights in the throes of pleasure with women whose names I can't remember. But all of that vanishes when I’m with Catarina.Ya teryayus'v ney, i mne vse ravno(I get lost in her and I don't care).
“I’m so fucking close,” Caterina whimpers, and I feel her muscles tensing around my body. I should punish her by stopping. I should fucking stop railing her and make her wait.
But I just can’t do it. I can’t bring myself to do it. I need another release, even at the expense of hers.
“Matysh,” she explodes. I feel her muscles trembling, sending her closer to the edge of her orgasm.
I start to lose control of myself as I, wildly, sway my hips against her. I'm pulling my cock out of her almost entirely before ramming it back in.
I don't stop, giving both of us exactly what we want as I continue to thrust hard inside her, feeling how my cock stiffens with every movement.
“Yes,”she moans as she clamps around me, tightening as her orgasm overtakes her. She whimpers uncontrollably as her body trembles beneath me, leaning her head back while moaning.
I watch her for a moment, and then come undone at the pleasure on her face.
God, I’m so fucked.
Chapter eleven
Catarina
I wake up in Matysh's bed with his arm around my waist, and I could fuckingvomit.
Matysh and his stupid, demented sex—and the fact that Ilikeit…
Gross.
I bet this isn’t how Mikhail and I would’ve done it.But then again, I don’t even know for sure. My mind can’t conjure up any of the fantasies I once had.
And the thought of it breaks my heart. I can suddenly feel my throat tightening and my eyes burning. I know I loved him. Mikhail meant the world to me, I wouldn't have wanted to marry him if it had been any other way.
But also… I just don't understand how I can start feeling this way for someone else. I’m positive it’s not love, and maybe it’s barely lust… But…
But it’ssomething.
Matysh shifts in bed, behind me, and sits up, brushing hair out of my face. “Let's get some breakfast,” he says, his voice still thick with sleep. It’s surprising to have a nicety coming from him, especially after he fucked me senseless, and then passed out beside me, still leaving me partially restrained by one wrist.
“Catarina?” His voice sounds clearer, and I finally force my eyes open to meet his.
