Page 33 of My Bratva Dom

I drag my cockhead through her folds, smearing what’s leaking from her pussy up to her ass. It’s fucking nasty. Beautiful.

“You’re mine,” I growl. “Every fucking part of you.”

I push just enough for the head of my cock to breach her tight little asshole. Her whole body clenches, her fingers curling in the sheets, breath catching in her throat. Fuck, she feels like fucking heaven.

“That’s it,” I murmur, throbbing inside her, my muscles shaking with tension, rubbing slow circles over her back. “Breathe through it, baby.”

Her breath shakes and I push deeper, feeding her more.

“Jesus Christ,” I groan through the pleasure of being sheathed in her hot, tight asshole, my head tipping back. “You’re squeezing me so fuckin’ good, sassy.”

I press even deeper, her body fighting to stretch around me. She’s whimpering loudly, trying to escape, but I hold her tight,pushing until I’m buried to the root. My balls pressed to the globes of her ass.

“That’s it,” I grunt out. “Fuck, you took all of me.” I stare in fascination at the spot where we’re joined. Her skin is stretched tight around my thickly veined dick, spunk and lube coming in and out with each thrust. Fucking beautiful. “Knew you could do it.”

Her pained moans turn into breathless sobs of pleasure and overwhelm tangled together.

“You feel that?” I press my hand low on her belly, firm and possessive. “Feel me right here?”

She whimpers, her body clenching around me. Sending another insane wave of pleasure through my dick.

“Mine,” I growl. “Every fucking inch of you is fucking mine.”

I pull back, just enough to feel her tighten around my shaft, then slam back in, hard and deep. The sound of our flesh slapping, wet, filthy squelching is pure bliss.

An even louder cry breaks in her throat as her body’s opening wider, taking me deeper.

I’m growling like a beast in rut. “That’s my fucking girl. Take it, baby. Take every fucking inch of my big dick.”

I fuck her in slow, deep, punishing thrusts until her body’s shaking under me. Until her juices are dripping down my cock, soaking my balls and upper thighs.

“You okay?” I manage to ask.

“So good… ah! Aslan! It hurts… please,” she answers incoherently.

Not a no. I grin darkly, wiping sweat away from my forehead with the back of one hand.

I pull her up, dragging her back against my chest, my hand wrapping tight around her throat. Her head tips back, eyes dazed, abused lips parted on a ragged breath.

“You’re all mine now,” I rasp against her ear. “And I’m gonna fill all your holes with my cum until you’re dripping with me.”

I slam into her harder, faster, my hand tightening on her throat, my other hand sliding low to press my thumb to her fat, swollen clit, while I thrust three thick fingers inside her slopping cunt.

Tina is shaking all over, crying out loud. I let go of her throat to pinch and roll her nipples, bite her neck, still fucking her ass with my cock, her pussy with my fingers, my thumb relentless on her throbbing clit. Until I feel her come apart. Her walls clenching around my dick and fingers, her cries mixing with my grunts and the wet sounds of slapping flesh filling the room. Our mingled scents. Fucking beautiful.

“Fucuuk!” I roar, my own release barreling down on me.

I thrust deep in one final, brutal stroke, and spill inside her, pumping her full until I’ve got nothing left to give her. Rope after rope of thick, hot cum. Sloshing in and out as she continues to tremble, spasm, and moan loudly, calling my name, and coming over and over.

Until finally we collapse together, her body limp against mine, her breath ragged.

I press my lips to her ear. Our hearts still beating madly.

“You’re mine, sassy,” I let out in a hoarse voice. “And I’m never letting you go.”

Twenty Three

Tina

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