Page 31 of Forced & Knocked-Up Bratva Bride

I was in no hurry to end this, not at all, and as far as I was concerned, the night was still young. I had all the time in the world to please her in ways she’d never dreamed of. She thought she could keep her moans back. She thought she could take the full session without making a noise. She was mistaken because if she didn’t scream, I wouldn’t stop. If she didn’t squirt, I wouldn’t stop.

One hand soon left her mouth and landed on my head, her fingers rubbing through my hair. She subtly bucked her hips as if seeking deeper contact, her labored breaths growing more and more intense by the minute. I twirled the tip of my tongue over her clit, my teeth deliciously grazing it. She pressed down against my head, pushing me deeper between her legs.

Her juice was all over my mouth as I ate her up, exploring her depths with an insatiable hunger fueling my desire.

I pulled back for a second to confess, “You taste really good.”

Without waiting for her response, I dug back into her tunnel, my tongue licking her nectar as I savored the taste of her wetness.

Her hand on my head kept pushing while the other remained clasped over her mouth. Her moans were muffled, her legs trembling beneath my hold. Despite her big belly, she still managed to arch her back in pleasure, and in a split second, I heard it—the sharp, high-pitched moan that pierced the air. She must have taken her hand off her mouth, and the moment she let out that moan, I was set ablaze with want.

Alessia lay back against the pillows, her breaths already shallow, a soft whimper escaping her lips as my mouth dippedlower. The soft glow of the bedside lamp painted her skin golden, and when I jerked my eyes, I caught hers, half-lidded, as she watched me through heavy lashes.

She squeezed against the sheets, knuckles white as the fabric wrinkled beneath her grip. I continued sucking, eating and exploring her depths as she let out a low, broken cry. Her back shifted a bit off the mattress in response, her voice coming in soft, shaky whimpers that cranked up the heat inside me.

I slid my middle finger in through her cunt, and her body arched, a moan catching in her throat—raw and unrestrained. Her thighs instinctively closed around me, trembling, but I held her open, savoring every sound she made.

And then, out of the blue, I heard my name on her lips—faint, like a prayer on repeat. “Nik…oh, Nik….” Her moans were building in waves that matched the rhythm of my tongue. “Please…don’t stop. Nik…oh, God, don’t stop.”

Her tone drove me wild with need, and I continued to eat her while simultaneously fingering her pussy. With or without her pleas not to stop, I couldn’t even if I wanted to. She tasted so good that I could spend the whole night eating her up.

The way she writhed, the way her belly fluttered under my touch, the way her thighs squeezed around my shoulders—it was all intoxicating.

“Oh, God, Nik, I think I’m gonna cum,” she announced, her voice sweet and spicy. “Keep going, right there…yes, right there,” she moaned, lost in ecstasy. “I’m gonna cum—please, don’t stop.”

Stop? Now? Hell, no.

I kept going, eating and eating while doing the come-hither gesture with my finger inside her. I looked up in time to catch the scrunched-up expression on her face, the pleasure etched in her gaze. She’d turned red from all that intensesensation coursing through her veins, and her legs wouldn’t stop shaking.

Her body was stiffened, her mouth shaped like an “O,” yet no sound came forth. Her face was contorted in pleasure, and her eyes had turned completely white. With her palm, she stimulated her clit, quickly rubbing her fingers over it while I ate. “Fuck, yes, I’m cumming!” She steeled herself, her voice a deep, throaty groan that drew out the ache beneath my skin.

I continued to eat, continued to pressure her G-spot with the come-hither gesture while she fervently rubbed her clit. Her voice ceased, and her cry caught in her throat. But neither of us would stop or slow down on her stimulating her cunt.

“Nik, oh, Nik!” she screamed, writhing over the wrinkled sheets.

Her thighs shook as she unraveled beneath me, her breath catching as the pressure inside her crested.

Then, it broke.

Her climax hit like a tidal wave—sharp, intense, and all-consuming. She arched her back high off the bed, her fingers clutching the sheets like an anchor as her hips ground desperately against my mouth. A guttural cry tore from her throat, her eyes shut in ecstasy, her face a mask of pleasure. Her whole body trembled, overwhelmed by the sensation coursing through her blood.

Alessia’s moans melted into sobs of release, and her toes curled as the tension in her legs tightened. Gradually, it gave way to quivering aftershocks. Yet, I didn’t pull back. I didn’t withdraw. I kept eating and kissing her through it. The more she writhed, the more I rode each wave until she collapsed onto the mattress. Spent. Breathless and boneless.

She gasped for air, her legs still shuddering from her intense release. Her hands darted upward, fingers combing through her now slightly dampened hair. Her body was yet tostop shaking like she’d caught a cold, except this was nothing but absolute pleasure. She lay on her back, exhausted and breathing heavily, probably wondering what the hell just happened.

Alessia managed to position herself on her elbows, her gaze locked to mine. In her eyes, I saw the flame from earlier—it still burned just as bright. She might have had an orgasm, but that didn’t mean that she was done yet; it didn’t mean that she was satisfied.

I climbed onto the bed, careful not to press against the gentle curve of her belly. She reached out and claimed my lips, her kiss deep and fervent. Her hand traveled down my groin, and with her fingers, she deftly undid the folds of the towel around my waist. She broke our kiss for a fleeting moment, her eyes dropping to my shaft, hard and veiny. She took it in her hand, and, while looking into my eyes, she stroked my length like a woman who knew exactly how to pleasure a man.

She scooped my precum in her grip, smearing the fluid all over my member. It served as a makeshift lube, aiding the to-and-fro movement of her hand over my cock. My palm framed her face as I pushed my tongue into her mouth. Our heads danced to the flow of the passion coursing through our bodies.

My hand left her face and settled on her bosom to fondle both her breasts, one at a time. She took my hand and lowered it down to her tunnel, a silent gesture at what she wanted: to be fingered. Her wish was my command, and I’d do anything to please her right now. Tonight was about her, about reminding her of the good time we once had before she chose to run away.

I slipped my fingers back into her pussy, her warmth enveloping me. She was super wet, and her cunt was slippery. The deeper I dug into her, the more she stroked my cock, her fingers working the kind of magic that almost had me climaxing. But not yet. I wasn’t done with her.

She let go of my cock, her lips curling into a faint, almost imperceptible grin. Alessia rolled over and went down on all fours, her ass set in front of me. This was what she wanted—backstroke.

My knees sank into the mattress and I positioned myself behind her, my cock hovering outside her entrance. I ran my cap between her folds, first teasing her while fondling and spanking her ass. She winced in rapid response, her body flinching for a split second.

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