Page 49 of Dark Bratva Christmas
“I want you to fuck me,” Catarina desperately says, blushing as the words cross her lips. “I want to feel every inch of your cock inside of me.”
“You're getting warmer,” I whisper as I position myself behind her, squeezing her ass where I just spanked her as I hover outside of her aching pussy.
“I want you to fuck me so hard,” Catarina continues. “I don't want you to stop until you're filling me with your cum.”
“Good girl,” I growl, giving her exactly what she wants.
I spread her ass cheeks apart so I can see her aching hole as I ram my cock inside of her. Catarina cries out, her eyes squeezed shut as her pussy grips me.
“Open your eyes,” I demand, smacking her ass as I pump my cock inside her soaking pussy. “I want you to look back and watch everything.”
She forces her eyes open, though they're heavy with lust. Her eyes lock on mine as my cock slams in and out of her, my balls slapping against her clit from this angle and deriving even more pleasure from her.
I slap my hands against her ass, squeezing it and massaging it as I keep fucking her. Her pussy is so fucking tight I can barely fit inside her.
This, right here, is my version of heaven, and I get to have it every day for the rest of my life if I want.
And Idefinitelywant it. I don’t know when she’ll be fucked out of my system.
“You feel so good,” Catarina moans out, closing her eyes for a moment before forcing them open again. Her lips are parted as she cries desperately, the closer I bring her to orgasm.
As soon as I feel her walls clamping around me, I can't hold myself back. My cock throbs and twitches and I explode inside of her while she cums all over my cock.
“Ohfuck, yes! Matysh!” Catarina cries out with eyes practically rolling back in her head.
I grip her waist tight as I slam every inch of my cock inside of her while I finish. The bed shakes while both of us lose ourselves to the pleasure.
As soon as Catarina settles down below me and I've fully drained my balls, I pull out of her and stare at her while my cum leaks out of her pussy.
Her ass is bright red, and her body is almost limp, but she's held in place by the ropes behind her legs.
“I hope next time you'll think twice before questioning how good it is to be mine,” I say as I delicately finger the ropes and untie her.
“Yes, Matysh,” she breathlessly replies, though I still see the lack of earnestness in her eyes. She doesn’t believe that it means anything at all. But she has no idea.
I put my clothes back on and leave the room. Luckily, when I check with the house staff, our family saw themselves out.
So much for our family Christmas dinner.
***
I wake before Catarina does. I lie in bed for a while listening to the sound of her breathing as she nestles herself deeper in the sheets.
She looks peaceful while she's sleeping. And that’s about the only time she looks that way.
Honestly, I’m feeling a little soft and would probably stay to watch her longer, but it's Christmas Eve…
And it still doesn't feel like the Christmas I know she wants.
She and Mikhail dreamed of what their holiday traditions would be, and even with the conversations I've had with Catarina, they haven't been anywhere near as sentimental.
And I don’t know why I even fucking care, but I feel like I’m letting her down. Or something.
So, I tell Helena to keep a close eye on her. I have somewhere to go.
I grab a helmet and put on my bike jacket, heading out on my motorcycle.
Catarina has grown up in the lap of luxury, so she won't be impressed by expensive jewelry or fancy clothes. She has all of those things. Catarina wants something that will touch her, thatwill show her that I'm the type of person who pays attention to her and cares.
