Page 53 of Brooklyn Bratva

Ivan

Becca was insatiable. I was beginning to wonder whether I was going to be able to keep up with her appetite for me. But then I saw the way she was looking at be from the doorway to the bathroom, the animal side of me took over.

There were no doubts. I’d never have enough of her body. Inside her was the only place I was meant to be, and just the thought of it had me thick and hard, ready to pound into her without mercy.

I crossed the room in an instant, snatching up the cuffs on the way. Peeling Becca’s t-shirt up over her head, my lips found her neck as I walked her back towards the shower cubicle and I let my teeth drag over the thin skin, pressing my tongue in hard against the underside of her jaw, and her head tilted back, baring herself to me even more.

I loved the way she shuddered underneath me, as though every touch I gave threatened to overload her senses completely.

One thing I knew for certain; I was going to give her some of the money I never spent on myself to buy some sexy night clothes, because the array of cartoon characters on her current sleepwear was testing the strength of my attraction. I didn’t need the reminder about our difference in age.

My hands slid down her sides, bumping over her ribcage and pushing her tiny shorts down her hips. They puddled on the floor, leaving her totally naked against me. Her hands slipped under my waistband, sliding my underwear down and my cock sprang up, slapping against the flat of my stomach as she released it from the confines of my boxers.

Becca let out a little gasp, her hand automatically closing around the shaft of my cock. I knew how wet she was. I could practically smell the sweetness emanating from her.

“Uh-unh.” I shook my head. “Bad girls don’t get to touch.”

With one hand I snapped the cuffs around her delicate wrist, keeping the other half in my firm grip as I walked her back into the shower cubicle.

Becca’s eyes never left mine as I pressed her back against the cold tiles, uncharacteristically quiet as I started up the water, angling the spray towards us. Without a word, I looped the other side of the cuffs behind the wall bar the slider for the showerhead was attached to as the water rained down.

I turned her around, my hands hard on her hips and Becca looked over her shoulder at me, an unmistakably filthy smile on her lips. Dripping wet, she was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. “Oh God, yes. You’re such a sexy, bad cop.”

My foot shoved in between hers, nudging her legs apart with my knee as I leaned over her, pressing my chest against her smooth back. Erection against her hip, and my thigh rubbing against her sex, I kneaded her breasts, flicking my thumbs over the hard little nubs of her nipples until she cried out. “Shut up and spread ’em,” I whispered, and she shuddered against me, breathing ragged as she obediently widened her stance.

I drew my knee back and Becca sagged a little until I pressed in against her again. My cock nestled perfectly in the valley between her ass cheeks and to my surprise, she ground back into me. My fingers dug hard into her hip, stilling the motion and she whimpered as I denied her what she wanted.

With a palm full of showergel, my hands smoothed over her slippery skin, dipping in between her cheeks until she was pressing back against me all over again. With her hands held firm in front of her by the cuffs, that was all that she could do. She was powerless against me, and she’d put herself at my mercy.

“You like this, my bad girl?”

I worked my fingers against her back passage, teasing at the clustered nerves, but not pushing in.

“Yes. Oh my God, Ivan do it. Take all of me.”

Fuck I wanted every part of her, and she wanted me to have it all.

She let out a groan, and her eyes fluttered closed as I breached her ass with a thick finger, but she didn’t tell me to stop.

The strength of her heartbeat rocking through her was intense and I could feel the pounding against my knuckle so clearly it could have been my own. I wanted that around my cock. Wanted her impaled on me, and writhing.

“Oh yeah, Becca. Let me in.”

I let out a low growl, plunging a second finger into her and pushing in just as deep. She smiled again as I curled my fingers up inside her, aiming for her G-spot through the thin wall of muscle, then her whole body stilled. She let out a white-hot gasp, her palms flared out and braced flat against the tiles.

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