Page 18 of My Bratva Stalker

“You need to learn how to take my fingers so you can take my fat cock, baby.”

Her breath shatters.

She bucks against my hand, chasing more.

And fuck—

I can’t wait anymore.

I flip her.

Laying her under me.

Press my thick, aching cock against her soaked, fluttering pussy.

And finally—

I take what’s mine.

Her breath catches.

Her tight little cunt stretches, resists, fights to take me.

I groan, sinking in deeper.

She’s so fucking tight.

So hot, wet, untouched.

So fucking mine.

Her fingers scramble at my shoulders, her lips parting on a helpless, overwhelmed moan.

I slide my hand up her throat, tilt her face to mine.

“Look at me.”

Her lashes flutter.

Her body shudders.

She looks at me.

And I drive all the way in.

She cries out, her nails biting into my skin.

Her walls clench, pulse, grip me so fucking tight I nearly lose my mind.

My jaw locks.

My body shakes.

I groan, panting against her lips. My tongue sliding inside her sweet mouth, drinking the taste of her.

Finally.

Finally fucking inside her.

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