Page 26 of My Bratva Stalker

I chuckle darkly, squeezing her ass, spreading her open.

“Gotta make sure you can handle me everywhere.”

Her entire body jolts, a sharp, choked noise leaving her throat.

She wasn’t expecting that.

She should have.

I spit into my palm, slicking my cock, pressing the swollen head against her tightest hole.

She gasps, her body tensing, her hands fisting against the wall.

I slide my hand up her spine, curling my fingers around her throat, tilting her head back.

“Breathe.”

She tries.

I push a little harder, just barely easing the tip inside.

She whimpers, her body shuddering against mine.

So tight. So fucking perfect.

I groan, my fingers tightening around her throat.

“Relax, printsessa.”

She shifts, breathing heavily, forcing her body to soften under my hold.

Good girl.

I push in a little more.

Then stop.

Let her feel it.

Let her adjust.

Her nails scrape the wall, her breath uneven, her legs trembling.

Her body fights to take me.

I wait.

Let her feel every stretch, every slow inch sinking inside her.

I press kisses along her shoulder, the side of her face, my free hand gripping her waist, holding her steady.

“You’re taking me so fucking good, sweetheart.”

A whine leaves her throat, her muscles clenching around me.

I groan, nearly losing control.

I push deeper.

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