Page 110 of Bratva Bride

“You can,” he said dismissively. “You’ll take whatever I give you, and you want to know why? Because you want to please me.” He pulled the vibrator from my pussy and placed it on the bed.

I whimpered at the loss of it, my pussy throbbing with the need to be filled.

Achingly slow, he undid the bonds around my wrists and ankles and stepped back. “Let’s see how well you learnt your lesson.” He sat back in his chair and spread his legs wide. “Crawl to me.” His deep, throaty voice made me shiver and my body zinged, a desperate need to obey him.

On my hands and knees, I crawled to him, my breasts swaying as I moved. Arturo tapped his knee with his index finger, watching, his lust-filled eyes staring into mine.

“Such a beautiful, littlekotenok,”he murmured.

When I stopped in front of him, he placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head up until I was staring into his eyes. “Very good. Up.”

On shaky legs I stood, my pussy directly in his line of sight. He leaned forward and ran his tongue from my stomach to my breast in one long, languid lick. He sealed his lips around my nipple and sucked hard. I moaned and arched into him, my fingers sifting through his hair as I held him against me.

He gripped my hips and lifted me easily, like I weighed nothing at all, and sat me on his lap. “Shall we see how wet you are for me?” He delved into my slick folds and sunk a finger knuckle deep into my pussy. “You’re soaking,” he rumbled against my skin.

My head fell back on a moan as I rode his finger, pleasure shooting through me like the world’s best drug was coursing through my veins. He nipped my throat, leaving little love bites over my flesh as he kissed and nibbled my hot skin.

Arturo wrapped his arm around my waist and stood. My legs coiled around his torso as he continued to pump me with his finger. He walked me over to the bed and dropped me hard enough to make me bounce.

“You want my cock,kotenok?”He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down his thick muscular thighs.

I nodded, licking my lips at the sight of his rock-hard length standing tall.

He fisted his cock and pumped it slowly, dragging his hand up and down leisurely.

It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered darkly.

“I want-need you. Always you.”

Without wasting another second, he drove into me in one quick, powerful thrust. I gasped, my pleasure soaring at the feel of his thick, heavy cock finally filling me.

He rode me hard, pounding into me with such ferocity that I knew I was going to be feeling it tomorrow (which I’m sure was what he wanted).

“So hot. So tight. And all fucking mine,” he grunted, punctuating each word with a rough thrust of his hips.

“More, Arturo. More,” I begged, and he gave it.

He pulled out, flipped me over and slammed back into me all in one clean move.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head.

Glorious, mind-blowing pleasure.

He slapped my ass. “Clench. Squeeze my cock.”

I did as he commanded and was rewarded with a deep guttural groan, the sound pushing me closer and closer to orgasm.

The weight of his body pressed against mine, pushing me deeper into the mattress with every thrust, was like ecstasy. I loved every moment of it.

“Do you want to come?” he breathed huskily in my ear.

“Yes,” I groaned, long and loud, pushing back, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Beg me.”

“Please, Arturo. Please, for the love of God, let me come!”

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