Page 60 of Unexpected Bratva Baby

When we finally part, both breathless, she looks up at me with happiness. “I love you, Mikhail Sokolov.”

“And I love you, Phoebe MacKenzie,” I say, my voice rough with emotion. “Soon to be Phoebe Sokolov.”

She laughs, the sound like music to my ears. “I like the sound of that.”

We stand there on the balcony, wrapped in each other’s arms, the city sprawling out below us. For the first time in years, I feel truly at peace. The future stretches out before us, full of possibilities and promise.

We return to our dinner, now a celebration, and I recognize how much my life has changed. The man I was when I first came to Miami seems like a stranger now. Phoebe has transformed me, softening my edges without dulling my strength.

“What are you thinking?” she asks, her voice pulling me from my reverie.

I smile, reaching across the table to take her hand. The emerald ring glints in the candlelight. “I’m thinking about how lucky I am, and how excited I am for our future together.”

Her answering smile is radiant. “Tell me about it. What do you see for us?”

I settle back in my chair, considering. “I see us building something beautiful together.”

Her expression is tender. We sit in comfortable silence for a moment, both lost in visions of the future we’re planning together. The city hums below us, but up here on our balcony, we’re in our own private paradise.

“We should celebrate,” she says suddenly with excitement. “Have a party to announce our engagement.”

I chuckle, amused by her enthusiasm. “Whatever you want,lyubov moya. This is your moment too.”

She grins, already starting to plan. “We could have it here, on the rooftop terrace. Invite our friends and your…associates... I could make some traditional Scottish dishes...”

I listen to her ideas, heart swelling with affection. This is the woman I’ve chosen to spend my life with—passionate, creative, and full of life. Swept up in the moment, I stand and pull her into my arms before sinking down onto the large sofa nearby. “I love you.” I kiss her before she can reply.

Phoebe melts into me, returning the kiss with equal fervor. Her hands roam over my chest, exploring every ridge and valley of muscle. She tugs at my shirt, untucking it from my pants, and I break the kiss long enough to pull it over my head and toss it aside. I do the same with hers, baring her luscious breasts to my hungry gaze.

Her nipples are already hard and begging for my touch. I bend down, capturing one between my lips and sucking gently. She arches into me, tangling her fingers in my hair as she lets out a soft moan of pleasure.

I switch to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention. At the same time, I slide my hand down her side, tracing the curve of her hip before slipping under the waistband of her skirt. I cup her pussy through her panties, feeling the heat and dampness of her arousal while I rub her clit through the thin fabric.

She rocks against my palm, seeking more friction. I oblige, teasing her with light strokes that leave her panting and desperate for release. “Please,” she begs, tugging at my belt. “I need you inside me.”

I grin, loving how eager she is for me. I unbuckle my belt and unfasten my pants, freeing my aching cock. I shove her skirt up around her waist and tear off her panties, tossing them aside. To my surprise, she slides down my lap onto the ground of the rooftop terrace on an outdoor rug, grasping my cock at the base.

“What are you doing?” I break off with a moan when she runs her tongue along the length of my shaft.

“Returning the favor,” she says, looking up at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Now shut up and enjoy it.”

I groan as she wraps her lips around the tip of my cock, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head. She sucks gently, taking me deeper into her mouth inch by inch. I rest my hand on the back of her head, guiding her movements as she bobs up and down on my shaft.

The sight of her kneeling before me, pleasuring me with her mouth, is almost enough to make me come undone. I grit my teeth, fighting back the urge to explode down her throat. Instead, I focus on the sensations coursing through me, savoring every second of bliss.

When I can’t take anymore, I pull her up and position her so that she’s straddling my lap, facing away from me. I spread her legs wide, exposing her glistening pussy to my hungry gaze as it weeps cream down her thigh.

I run my finger along her slit, gathering up her juices, and bring it to my lips. I suck it clean, enjoying the sweet-salty taste of her arousal. Then I guide her hips down, impaling her on my cock.

She cries out when I fill her, stretching her snug channel to its limits. I give her a moment to adjust before lifting her up and bringing her back down again, setting a slow, steady rhythm. She braces herself on my thighs, rocking her hips to meet each thrust while her palms are on the rattan table for stability.

The view of her ass bouncing up and down on my cock is mesmerizing. I reach around, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples while I increase the pace. She moans, throwing back her head in ecstasy as she rides me.

“That’s it,krasotka. Take what you need.” I growl, gripping her hips tightly while slamming into her. The sound of skin against skin fills the area, mingling with our ragged breathing and soft moans of pleasure.

Her inner walls begin to flutter around my cock, signaling her impending release. I reach around to find her clit and rub it furiously. She screams my name, coming apart in my arms as she shudders with the force of her orgasm.

Her climax triggers mine, and I bury my face against her shoulder blade as I pump my seed deep inside her. We cling to each other, riding out the storm of our shared passion. When it’s over, I lift her off my lap and lay her down on the couch, covering her body with mine. There’s a hint of chill in the air that I didn’tnotice until now, so I want to be proactive and keep her warm—and I adore cradling her naked body against mine.

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