Page 56 of Forced Innocent Bride By the Bratva

Her moans grew louder, more insistent, and her fingers massaged my scalp. “Yes, Daniel, yes.” She bucked her hips, seeking deeper connection, her waist subtly grinding over my face.

My hands softly brushed over her body, feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath mine. I reached out, cupping her tender breasts in my palms, squeezing gently while my tongue parted her folds. My flesh merged with hers, the taste of her juice lingering on my tongue.

She arched her back, her body writhing over the surface of the deck, her soft cries mingling with the squeals of the seagulls above.

I ate and ate and ate.

A sharp gasp broke from her lips, her legs shuddering, her chest rising and falling in ecstasy. “Right there,” she moaned, pushing my head deeper.

She tasted so good, the aroma of her arousal a perfect blend with the scent of salt water wafting through the air. Unable to get enough, I devoured her cunt, my lips worshipping her, her sap feeding my obsession. I quickened my pace, going faster, my fingers tuning her hard nipples at the same time. My tongue slid deeper into her folds, sucking out her pussy juices.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” she cried out, her nails scratching over the wooden deck. “I think I’m gonna cum.”

Her announcement sparked my craving, my tongue delving deeper while I inserted my middle finger. She moaned my name, louder this time, her body reflexively pulling away as if the sensation was overwhelming. It was, indeed. But I didn’t stop. No. I continued to eat, savoring the taste of her nectar, her essence. I stole a quick glance up at her face, contorted in sheer pleasure, her breath hitched, eyes rolling backward.

The expression she wore satiated my deeper, longest longing, unleashing the beast of passion. She begged, her legs shaking as I sucked her pussy juices while simultaneously fingering her, with my other hand fondling her breast.

“God, I’m cumming!” she let out a quiet whimper, her body shaking.

Still, I didn’t stop, nor did I slow down my pace, even as her thighs shuddered and her breath stuttered. A soft gasp turned into a desperate moan, and then, like a dam breaking, she shattered.

“Oh, fuccckkk!” A sharp cry tore from her throat, raw and unrestrained.

Her release hit her like a flood, and her back arched, hips bucking against my mouth. Trembling, she mumbled inaudible words, hands flying into her hair. I held her down, savoring the moment—tasting every frantic pulse, every tremor, as she came undone. The sight of her shuddering form and the enticing sound of her purrs sent a deep, possessive satisfaction curling in my chest.

Scarlett was lost in pleasure, drowning in a sea of bliss, and I drank in every second of it, my hands pinning down her waist. Her sharp gasps, her writhing form, and the way my name sounded on her lips heightened my arousal. And when she finally stilled—out of breath and spent—she looked down at me, her eyes wide with astonishment.

I wiped the remnants of her juice off my mouth, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. Her expression softened, and she mirrored my gesture, propping herself up on her hands as she sat up. “What did you do to me?” she asked, her voice gentle and smooth.

I leaned in, framing her face in my hand. “You like?” I whispered, my breath fanning against her skin.

Her eyes crinkled at the corners, a hand resting on my cheek. “I love,” she said, grazing her lips over mine before claiming them.

As our kiss deepened, her hands traveled down my body, through to my groin, where her fingers unbuttoned my pants. She went on her knees, dipping her hands to withdraw my shaft. With my pants unzipped and tugged down, she held my organ, weighing it, stroking it, and looking up to catch my eyes.

Scarlett

His length stuck out in my face, his imposing frame towering over me as I held his gaze. His package was heavy in my hand, hard and veiny, my lips kissing his cap, teeth grazing delicately over his tip.

A low, throaty groan escaped him, his body stiffening at my touch as I swirled my tongue around his member, tasting his pre-cum. I watched him throw his head back, his hands in my hair, massaging my scalp while I teased him, reveling in his response.

I arched his cock, my face lowering and my tongue sliding down his organ until I took his clean sac in my mouth. He groaned, my name on his lips, basking in the euphoria of my touch. I stroked his length, focusing on his cap while my tongue licked his balls, his jewels cupped in my mouth.

His legs trembled as though shock waves were sprinting through his body. His fluid, his pre-cum smeared over his cap, his groan deepening by the second. I drew a long breath, my tongue sticking out to flick the heat of him, fingers tightening ever so slightly as I reveled in the quiet, unrestrained groan that came from his lips. His raw masculine musk mixed with the faint scent of salt and the rich aroma of his cologne intoxicated me, fanning the embers of my desire.

I took his cap in my mouth, my warmth enveloping him whole, basking in the subtle shudder of his body. I pushed my head into his groin, my movement slow and deliberate—sensual. He threw his head back, his hands in my hair. My pulse thrummed as I glanced up at him, the hunger in his gaze sending delicious shivers down my spine.

The boat swayed gently beneath us, the vast ocean surrounding us like a separate world. My skin tingled from the salty breeze that kissed my face and rustled my hair. I was lost in the moment, the electric thrill of power and surrender intertwining as I took him deeper, my own need coiling low in my stomach.

I felt his gentle push on my head, guiding the pace of my moment, his breath coming in uneven gasps. My drool was all over his shaft, my grip loosening around his length as I glided through, slow, sensual, and sloppy.

He lowered his waist, his hand raising my head by the chin, his lips crashing against mine. With his tongue in my mouth, I tugged down the straps of my dress, one at a time, revealing my gentle swells. I withdrew from him, my back against the sloped windshield of the boat, beckoning him with a seductive flick of my index finger.

Daniel dropped his knees, leaning in to close the distance between us. His hands cradled my body over the fabric of my dress before sliding up to my neck. His grip was firm yet gentle, his lips grazing over mine as he reached down to stroke his hard cock. His mouth dropped down the nape of my neck, sending shivers through my blood. And the moment his lips settled on my peak, my body clenched, a helpless whimper escaping me.

The chill of his tongue on my nipple and the delicious grazing of his fingers on the other sent waves of passion crashing through my body. My moans came out ragged in desperate gasps as his hand traveled down to my core, his middle finger sliding into my wet entrance.

His tongue swirled around my peak, his mouth sucking my gentle swell, slow and passionate. Moaning his name, I stroked his length, positioning his shaft outside my pussy, teasing myself with the tip. With a single downward push, Daniel’s organ slipped inside me, a soft purr spilling from my lips as I swallowed him whole. He lifted my leg in the air, his waist grinding inside me with a gentle thrust.

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