Page 39 of Forced & Knocked-Up Bratva Bride

My lips parted by a fraction, taking his thumb in my mouth. A slight moan left me when his hand finally settled on my underpants.

“You naughty little devil,” he whispered, gliding his middle finger up and down the fabric of my panties. “You’re already wet for me,” he added, a twisted smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

I felt a bit embarrassed, but that fleeting embarrassment could not be compared to the hunger I felt. “Oh, yes!” The soft exclamation fell from my lips without my consent as he dipped his finger inside me.

My legs parted, my body subtly shuddering at the sensation coursing through my blood. A mix of cold and heat spread across my body, leaving me hornier than before. He pushed his thumb into my mouth, and I sucked on it, licking that finger with a face contorted in pleasure. He glued his eyes to mine, his small grin proof that he was enjoying the look on my face.

Nik’s finger traveled deeper into my pussy, and as my moans grew louder, he withdrew his thumb and planted a fervent kiss on my lips. I slid my tongue into his mouth, drawing a deep, long breath like it was my last. His kiss was hot, passionate, and quite intense. Just the way I wanted it.

While simultaneously fingering my cunt, he fondled my breasts over the fabric of my dress before sliding his hand in beneath the neckline. My gentle swells felt soft beneath his delicate squeezes as he caressed my chest region. Lost in a seaof ecstasy, our heads danced to the beat of our passion, tongues twirling in our mouths.

Nik’s squeezes on my breasts helped with the aches that came with my pregnancy. He took his time to massage those voluptuous curves while still finger-fucking me. Neither of us broke the kiss; it was just too good to break. The more fervently we kissed, the more difficult it was to catch our breath.

The way he touched me, the way he kissed and caressed me, was a clear indication of how he couldn’t get enough of me. I couldn’t get enough of him, either; it was a mutual feeling. As horny as he was, Nik was still careful enough to remember I was heavily pregnant. Every now and then, his hand would leave my breasts and settle on my belly. He’d rub my stomach with a touch so tender it would send jolts of electricity surging through my veins.

My hands grasped the hem of his white V-neck shirt, and I struggled with it for a moment before he helped pull it off his body with a single drag. His rigid frame came into view, his broad torso sticking out in front of me. I rubbed my palms over the scars that mapped his body while responding to his finger between my legs with a series of soft purrs.

At last, I broke the kiss, my hands dropping to his lower abdomen, where my fingers clutched the waistband of his pants. With a single tug, his shaft revealed itself, and I glanced down for just a glimpse of it. The organ, hard and veiny, was heavy in my hand, and when I stroked it as smoothly as I could, Nik groaned, his finger still relentless between my legs.

Driven by passion and a strong wave of lust, I pushed against his chest, the impact forcing him a step backward. His eyes narrowed in shock, and before he could say a word, I dropped to my knees, slow and careful. His cock hung loosely from his groin, waiting to be toiled with. The last time we were together, he went down on me and ate my pussy until I came.Right now, I felt the need to return the favor, not out of necessity or guilt. No. It was what I craved for at the moment—his organ in my throat.

I looked up at him with a faint grin, my manicured hands gliding back and forth over his shaft. He groaned, reaching down to run his fingers through my hair, a silent gesture that motivated me to do more. I yanked up his cock, stroking his length while lowering my head below his sac. My mouth swallowed his delicate balls, my tongue sucking his shaved skin. His cap was the main focus of my gentle strokes, his pre-cum aiding the movement of my hand, my grip.

Sticking my tongue out, I licked his sac all the way up to his cap, and with a sensual motion, I lowered his organ, sliding it into my mouth. His deep growls sent shivers down my spine as I pushed my head in and out of his groin. He threw his head back, reveling in the satisfaction and the warmth of my mouth. His hands pulled my head closer, as if seeking deeper contact.

On his cock, I choked, gagging until my eyes were all teary. His organ was deep in my throat for some time, and the second he pulled out, a thick thread of drool dripped off his shaft. I gasped, swallowing hard as I raised my chin to meet his gaze. A soft and abrupt chuckle left my lips while I played with his hard and slippery member.

My teeth grazed his cap, one hand toying with his balls while the other stroked his length. I took him in my mouth again, showcasing my blowjob skills as though the plan was to impress him enough so he wouldn’t look elsewhere. The sound of his groans was the motivation that I needed to keep going; it was the clearest proof that he was truly enjoying me.

I didn’t stop.

Didn’t want to.

Couldn’t even if I did

For some reason, I was super excited, and my hormones were all over the place. In my mind, I could suck that stick all night and bask in the guttural cry that escaped his lips. He’d turned me on, but it wasn’t about me tonight—it was about him. I wanted to pleasure him in ways that would blow his mind and make him spend the next few weeks thinking about me and only me.

The last time we had sex, he ate me up and left a lasting impression that had lingered long after the sex was over. I was merely trying to return the favor, making sure he knew what it was like to have one person and one person alone in his mind.

My moment was slow, sensual, and sloppy as I pleased him with my mouth, my hands, and my tongue. His legs trembled, his groans growing deeper and deeper by the minute until he snapped, and I heard my name on his lips.

“Fuck, yes, Alessia!”

That single expression raised a flutter in my chest, and my lips curled into a self-satisfied grin. Saying my name was step one; making him cum was the next step.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” he groaned, his body stiffening, legs trembling in pleasure. “Yeah, like that…just like that.” He reached down and guided my head, his hand controlling the pace of my movement.

While sucking on his shaft, I slid my grip along his length. My chin jerked upward to catch every expression on his face. He wore a mask of sheer pleasure, my name steadily repeated on his lips.

He had made me lose control and call out his name the last time we had sex. It was only fair that I returned the favor so he’d have a taste of his own medicine. Nik was taking longer to cum, a little bit longer than I had expected, but that was a minor challenge. I wasn’t going to give up; I wasn’t going to stop until I watched him shoot his load all over my chest region.

I wanted that—I wanted it so badly that everything in me anticipated his release.

His growl deepened, and his legs shook more intensely than before, a gesture that signaled his arrival. He was climaxing, at last. Nik withdrew his shaft from his mouth, his head snapping backward as my grip tightened.

“Oh, Goddamn…” he exclaimed quietly, his voice thick and husky.

I quickened my strokes, channeling my focus on his cap, soft and red.

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