Page 64 of Dark Bratva Christmas
“No tying you tonight,” he growls, shoving his pants down and freeing his massive cock. “I want your hands all over me, Catarina. You’re my wife.”
I nod; for some reason that makes me more nervous than if he’d bound and gagged me.
“Sometimes the hands are enough.” He climbs onto the bed, shoving his knee between my legs and spreading me wide. Matysh drops down, his mouth connecting with my pussy.
I gasp at the lack of warning, his tongue circling my clit.
“Oh fuck,” I moan out as he tugs me into his mouth, lapping up the arousal that’s already there for him.
“You’re a wicked little thing,” he groans into me. “You’re just as dangerous as me.” He shoves my legs open wider, running his tongue from my clit to my asshole. “You deserve to be worshipped for that.”
I thread my fingers through his hair, my grip tightening as I begin to grind against him, my hips desperately chasing my release.
“Slow down,” he pants into me, his fingers digging into my skin as he holds me in place. “There’s no rush to cum.”
“I need it,” I whimper. “You make me feel so good.”
He sucks my clit between his lips and applies just enough pressure for me to arch my back and cry out again. “You want to cum, don’t you?”
I rock back and forth against his face. “Please, Matysh. Please let me cum.”
“Fuck, I can’t say no to that.” He picks up his pace, hoisting my legs into the air over his shoulders. My body tenses, my toes curl, and I cling to him with white knuckles.
“Oh my god, Matysh!” I scream, not expecting this at all. My pussy pulses, and I can’t stop the explosion from happening; myrelease is long and powerful as he drags it out by working me over.
Finally, he pulls away, but I’m given no break. The head of his cock replaces his mouth, and he spreads my pussy lips open with it, his eyes hooded with lust.
I squirm against him, the sensation almost too much to bear after the orgasm I had.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, his eyes jumping up to meet mine. “I don’t need another fucking woman for the rest of my life.”
He kisses me then, his tongue infiltrating my mouth as I crane my neck to meet him. I taste myself on his tongue, and it sends a fresh wave of arousal through my body. He’s so damn addictive.
“I'm going to make you mine every night for the rest of your life,” Matysh growls, gripping my waist with a free hand. He drags my body back onto him, not giving me a chance to adjust to his size as he buries his dick in me.
“Matysh,” I explode, holding his gaze as I cling to him, my fingernails breaking the skin on his biceps.
“That’s it,” he breathes out, pumping in and out of me. “I can fuck you like this forever and never get enough. I want you to feel every possible pleasure, only ever getting that from me.” His hips thud against mine, and I start to whimper with every connection.
“Yes,” I moan, closing my eyes as I brace myself for the pleasure about to ripple through me. “My body is yours.”
“And mine is yours,” he grunts out, the statement almost as shocking as the guttural, explosive groan that comes from him as he releases into me.
Feeling the warmth spread throughout my body, I can’t hold back as my pussy clenches around him, and I cry out from another quick orgasm, my pussy milking his cock for the remainder of his cum.
“Catarina, you were made for me,” he whispers as we both pant in the aftershocks, leaning down and taking my lips possessively with his.
When we finally break away, a slight smile tugs at his lips. “I think I’ll draw us that bath now.”
I nod.
I think I can get used to calling this forever.
Epilogue: Matysh
One Year Later
Grigori cries on Catarina's lap as she slowly rocks him up and down. Even though she's been sleep deprived for the past four months, barfed on, peed on, and had breast milk leak through most of her shirts, Catarina smiles.
