Page 20 of My Bratva Stalker

Through the deep, aching stretch.

Through the way his thick cock owns every inch of me.

He thrusts slow.

So deep.

So deliberate.

His breath is hot against my skin.

“You’re gonna fucking feel me tomorrow.”

I whimper.

His hand slides down my stomach, pressing low.

Right over the place where he’s buried inside me.

A choked gasp rips from my throat.

He groans.

“Gonna put a fucking baby here.”

My pussy clenches around him.

Tight. Hard.

I can’t control it.

He laughs, low and dark.

“You like that.”

He kisses me deep, wet, dirty, and I whimper again.

His hips press deeper, pushing his cock even further inside me.

“You ready to take my cum, baby?”

I shudder, breathless, wrecked.

His thrusts pick up.

Deeper. Harder.

Pushing past every limit I didn’t know I had.

His fingers grip my hips, pulling me onto his cock, making me take it all.

His voice is a savage growl in my ear. “You’re mine.”

My head tips back.

My body arches.

Another orgasm slams into me, ripping me apart, leaving me shaking and sobbing his name.

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