Page 54 of Brooklyn Bratva

I guess I found it.

“Oh God.” Her voice streaked heat right through me, blistering sparks along my insides with the roll of pleasure in it.

Almost blindly, I reached for the soap, lathering my hard, leaking dick until the red head was hidden beneath a layer of suds. I had to grit my teeth not to press too enthusiastically into the tunnel of my hand. All I wanted was the tightness of her walls, but I’d end in a sticky, slippery mess, splattering myself all over her perfect ass unless I was careful.

She whimpered when I drew my fingers out, holding her firmly by the hip as I lined my spongy head against her entrance. Again she pushed back against me, writhing to get me lined up and the chain of the cuffs chinked against the shower bar, taking the strain of her weight as she leaned down to take me.

One hand settled instinctively on the small of her back, the other gripping her hip as I ploughed into her.

I felt her knees buckle, and she let out a shout filled with pleasure and pain.

“Oh God. Oh God. Don’t stop.”

I reached around her to hold her up, my hand cupping over the mound of her sex, my thumb rubbing against her engorged clit in time with every thrust into her tight body.

Her walls constricted around me with a fluttering shudder and I groaned, my vision dipping into a hazy black before the colors returned to the room. Breathing heavily, I started to move my hips, relishing the wet slap of my hips against her ass and the swing of my aching balls. All I wanted was to empty them into her and I didn’t care how she took it. She’d be the end of me, and I’d be glad of it.

She let out another groan, driving her hips back against me, desperate to get as much of my length inside her ass as she could take. Her whole body trembled, but I had no doubt it was from pleasure rather than pain. Her hands were still braced on the tiles, and she looked back over her shoulder, her mouth begging for a kiss.

“Fuck me hard, Ivan.”

The spray of the water fell down her face, trickling into her mouth, and the water tasted sweet when I plunged my tongue into her mouth as I thrust in harder, fucking her with my tongue as my throbbing erection ploughed in deep with every hard snap of my hips.

“Becca. I’m so close.”

The sounds she let out almost weren’t human, but it was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. Watching her come apart was the only thing I’d ever need to drive me over the edge. My balls drew up, hardening in anticipation and I felt the muscled ring inside her tense and flutter as I thrust in deep. Another few strokes, and I was there, exploding my seed into her in long ropes that rushed out of me like I was never going to stop. The release after the tension was impossibly good, and my dick stayed stubbornly hard inside her, slow to soften.

Becca clenched and I let out a hiss through my teeth as my over-sensitized cock jumped, and her eyes danced with a smile.

“I like showers with you,” she purred, straightening up to lean back against me, still panting hard. I kissed her neck, drawing her properly under the spray as I let my hands rove over her breasts, relishing the feel of her slick skin, even as I felt my dick slip out of her.

She let out a low, blissful moan. “I can feel your come inside me.”

That alone was almost enough to get me hard again. “Good. That’s where it belongs.”

She turned in my arms as soon as I uncuffed her, looking up at me with the warmest smile I’d ever seen. Still out of breath, she curled in against my chest, letting out a mewling sigh at the fall of the warm water, as she draped her arms around my neck, hugging me close. I reached for the showerhead again, taking it off the hook as I smoothed suds along her back, washing her carefully.

“You go out first. I’ll wait a while, preserve your dignity on the off chance Mama didn’t hear you shouting down the roof.”

“I wasn’t that loud.”

“Becca, you scream like a banshee. It’s beautiful.”

CHAPTER 29

Becca

In the kitchen Mrs. Kovalenko had set out a huge spread. My eyes widened at the sight of the table. It was absolutely covered in food. Besides the huge plate of eggs and sausage, there were fat little dumplings next to pots of sour cream and jelly, a large bowl of what looked like semolina, a basket of black rye bread, slices of cheese and more of the sliced sausage, glasses of what looked like berry juice as well as a proper pot of tea with a saucer of lemon slices and a matching sugar bowl, and a tall coffee pot with matching milk jug.

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