Page 3 of Bratva Hunter

“Enough.” He pulls me off my knees and tosses me onto the bed. Grabbing the condom, he kneels against my bent legs. With one hand and a quick move, he slides the condom on his massive penis and then slips his finger into my pussy. “You’re so damn wet.”

I bite my lower lip and nod. “I want you.”

“And me, you shall be having.” He reminds me of a wild cat, like you see on a documentary. A moment of trepidation skitters across my mind as he moves my bound hands to above my head. “I won’t hurt you. Get out of your head and just feel.” He parts my knees and lines up his sheathed cock against my pussy.

I move my pelvis to meet his cock.

“Tsk. You stay still.”

His sharp words startle me until I look into his lustful eyes. “Yes, sir.”

Chuckling, he uses his massive hand to support me as he plunges his hard cock into my warmth. “You’re so perfect.”

His praise lifts my spirits. I want his praise like I want my next breath. Three quick thrusts and my pussy stretches. He’s so much bigger than anyone else I’ve had. Well, two others, but my inexperience doesn’t seem to make any difference in his bed. He pushes in a little more with every thrust, and my pussy is full. I moan and he smiles. I cry out. “Oh, God.”

“Rory will do.”

My breath catches as my hands ache to wrap around him. The skin chafes along the braids of the rope. My body coils in pleasure, tightening down, needing to explode. Tingles start in my core and spread to the tips of my fingers. I’ve read about this feeling, but words don’t compare to the sensations bombarding my soul.

“You feel so good.” His length keeps the perfect pace in and out. I can’t breathe with the sensations building in my body. My toes curl as my pussy clenches around his rock-hard cock as he pumps in and out, not quite pulling out all the way. It’s as good as the erotica I’ve read. Better because the sensations are real. My hands clench into fists as I scream. The spring that has been coiling snaps, and my body explodes in pleasure. His thrusting continues as my pussy tightens around him while my body plummets off the ecstasy cliff. For my first actual orgasm during sex, it was stupendous. I want that again.

My eyes catch the twinkle in his. He licks his lips and my mind focuses on his words. “Let’s do that again.”

“Mm hm. I’ve never done that before.”

He smiles. “You’ll do that every time, as long as my cock is the one pounding you.” He thrusts in a few more times before he pulls out. Using his hands, he spins me over and adjusts me up on my knees. “Are you a good girl, Rosa?” His voice is deep, demanding with a touch of gentleness that makes me want to confess every infraction.

The words resonate in my chest. Am I good? His open hand smacks my ass, vibrating my body as he pounds. “Answer me!”

“Yes. But sometimes I’m bad.”

He chuckles as he pumps into my pussy. “How bad?”

“Well, I’m here, aren’t I?”

“You are here, and I plan to keep you here all night. You feel so good.”

The steady bombardment of his hands caressing my body while his cock entertains my pussy leaves me breathless. He’s got to be tired. Time has no meaning as my body races to climax again.

His hand smacks my other cheek, bringing me to the present. “Stop thinking and focus on what I’m doing to you.”

I want to please him more than I ever imagined. His grunting gets louder, making my pussy clench and my body tingle. The roughness of the bedding rubs my nipples, which is helping to build that feeling again. An orgasm hovers almost close enough to grab it. His hand slips to my hip as he jerks me to his pelvis, increasing his depth. I’m going to come. Two in one night. His hand holds onto my hip, fingers digging in just enough to keep my attention. My heart races as he moans.

“Come for me.” Ecstasy is my new best friend. My pussy ripples around his cock. The orgasm builds as he picks up the pace. He’s close. So am I. So close. “Get there, baby.”

That’s all my body needs. His words of encouragement spur me on. The impact of my climax overrides all my senses. I tumble off the precipice of emotion as he announces his climax. I’ve never felt this content and never been this close to anyone before. My emotions rock me until I chill as he pulls out and walks into the bathroom. The warm and happy feelings that surrounded me are replaced with insecurity. I fall to my side and use my roped hands to pull the sheet over me. Rory comes back with two pieces of cloth in his hand. He shifts the sheet and washes between my legs with a warm cloth. Smiling, he leans to kiss me, then replaces the wet cloth with the dry one. He steps away, and I struggle to catch my breath. What happens now? I feel the blush of embarrassment creep up my neck. I’m not a one-night-stand type of woman.

He comes back into the room and motions for my hands. He brushes his thumbs over the back of my hand as he removes the rope. The rope falls to the bed while he rubs my wrists and hands.

“You did so well.”

I smile. His compliments mean so much more than they should. “Thanks.”

“Tell me about yourself.”

I chew on my lip as I prop the pillow up against the headboard. Is this what you do after a one-night stand? Chat like it’s a date? “Um. I model a little. I love to travel, so modeling gives me an excuse. What do you do?”

“I work for my family’s business. We’re in logistics.”

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