Page 32 of My Bratva Dom

Because this was nowhere near enough.

She’s still too untouched. Too fucking mine to stop.

I lean over my girl, my obsession, my salvation, bracing one hand next to her head, and dragging my fingers down her spine. Her skin’s hot and damp under my palm. Her muscles flutter when I skim the curve of her back, the dip of her waist, the soft swell of her thick, round ass.

“Look at you,” I murmur, my voice dripping with hunger. “So fucking perfect….”

She stirs, her breath catching as my fingers slip lower, tracing the cleft between her ass-cheeks.

“You still with me, sassy?” I rasp out.

Her answer is a shaky whimper. Soft and dazed. And fuck, I could come just from that sound.

“I want more, sweetheart,” I growl. “All of you.”

I run my hand down her lush thigh, gripping hard enough to leave marks, and spread her open. Her slickened cunt glistens, swollen from my mouth, my fingers, my thick girth.

“You’re dripping,” I mutter. “So fucking full of me,” I mutter reverently, dragging my cum through her folds and in and out of her cunt.

She moans, “Aslan…”

“Shh.” My hand goes back up. My fingers teasing over the tight little pucker of her ass. “Relax, baby. Let me in.”

Her breath stalls.

“You can take it,” I murmur, dragging my thumb over the sensitive skin. Light and teasing. “I know you can.”

I press just enough to feel her tighten under me.

“You’re too big…” Her voice is shaky, breathless, and unsure, but she doesn’t move away.

“Remember. Trust me,” I say, my eyes fixed on hers.

Her voice is barely a whisper when she replies. “Yeah…”

“Good girl.” I reach for the nightstand drawer, and slick my fingers with lube before pressing my thumb to her tight little virgin hole again. “Relax,” I murmur, my voice low and soothing. “Breathe for me, sweet thing.”

Tina exhales shakily. Her body softening under me, and I push deeper.

Her breath breaks in a sharp gasp that makes my cock twitch.

“Fuck,” I whisper, pushing deeper. “Such a good fucking girl.”

I slide my thumb out slow and slick, then press back in with two fingers this time. She moans, her body arching as I twist them deeper.

“That’s it,” I rasp out, shaking, fucking raveling in the sight before me. “Open up for me, sweetheart.”

I stroke her slow and steady until her hips start to move, rolling back to meet me.

“Goddammit…” I grit out. “You’re perfect, baby. So tight… so fucking sweet.”

I slide my hand free, ignoring her soft whimper of mixed pain and protest, and position. My cock slaps against my stomach,hard, thick, and leaking. Still shining with our mixed juices.

I stroke myself with fingers covered in lube and us, dragging her wetness and my cum up my angry shaft before gripping her hips and pulling her back toward me.

“You ready for me, baby?”

She makes a soft, helpless sound, half moan, half plea, and that’s all I need.

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