Page 22 of My Bratva Stalker

To watch my cum spill from her swollen cunt, streaked with her blood.

To see it coat my cock, drip down her thighs, smear onto the sheets under us.

Branded and marked.

The first and only time she’s ever been touched like this.

The only time she ever will be.

I growl.

My fingers dig into her soft hips, holding her open, watching it all.

Too much.

She’s too fucking perfect.

I thrust back in, slow, claiming, making her take all of it again.

She gasps, her body jerking, overstimulated, helpless.

“Not wasting a drop, printsessa.”

She whimpers, her lashes fluttering, wrecked and weak.

I groan, pressing her thighs wider, watching how I stretch her, watching how she takes me.

Watching how fucking full she is.

“You were fucking made for me.”

She shudders, a choked moan spilling from her lips.

I drag out slow, watching her blood mix with my seed.

Then slam back in.

Making sure every inch of her is fucking ruined.

My palm presses down on her stomach, right over where I’m buried inside her.

I thrust deep, groaning into her ear.

“You feel that? That’s me inside you, baby.”

Her breath shatters, her pussy fluttering, squeezing, clenching.

Fucking perfect.

“You’re gonna feel me dripping out of you all fucking day.”

She whimpers, squirming, so sensitive she can’t take it.

I chuckle darkly, pressing one last deep thrust, locking myself inside her.

Marie

I don’t know if I can stand.

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