Page 16 of Bratva Past

Isaac let go of her ass long enough to run his hands back up to her bra, and he flicked the catch open, and her tits spilled into his waiting palms. There was no time to waste, as he held her tits up to his mouth and lathered each nipple before taking each one into his mouth, sucking down hard. She let out a little cry along with a whimper. He was careful not to hurt her. He loved how big and ripe her tits were. Pressing them together, he danced his tongue between the valley, and then sucked on her tight buds.

His cock was getting harder in his pants, and he kissed down her stomach. She was still standing, and it wouldn’t be long before he had her on the bed.

Tucking his fingers into her panties, he pulled them down, allowing her to step out of them, and finally, the woman he’d been fantasizing about for what felt like a lifetime, was naked.

Isaac helped her to the bed, eased her down onto the edge, and then pushed her back, spreading her legs in the process. He gripped her full thighs and stared at her virgin cunt. No other man had been inside her. No one else had ever tasted her. This was such a rare gift. He leaned forward and kissed the inside of her thigh—lightly at first, just a small kiss—then he started to trail his lips up, going toward her pussy. He spread the lips of her sex and tongued her swollen clit. Circling the tight bud, he danced back and forth before taking it into his mouth and using his teeth to draw out every ounce of pleasure. She cried his name, and it echoed along the walls of her bedroom.

He was so desperate to feel how tight she was, but he was not going to take her virginity like that. He was going to take her with his cock, sliding it in hard and deep.

Another moan escaped her.

He felt the pressure across his cock, as he had no choice but to keep it in his pants. All he wanted to do was fuck her and do so hard and fast, but he kept his control. He brought her to the peak of release, held her balanced right at that edge, and then he pushed her right over.

Lucy did not hold back. She gave him everything, and it was a wondrous sight, sound, and taste. One he couldn’t get enough of.

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Several hours later, Lucy stared at her reflection in her en-suite bathroom. It was strange, because when she was twelve, her parents had gifted her with this very en-suite as a birthday present. She had been complaining about wanting to have her own bathroom, and they gave it to her. She was shocked, but she loved it.

Some of the girls at school had complained that her parents were pathetic for only giving her a bathroom, but Lucy was happy with what she had gotten. She was not greedy. She had felt guilty afterward, and hoped her complaining hadn’t forced their hand. Her parents had told her they had every intention of getting her an en-suite when she was ready.

Her parents were not wealthy, but they were frugal, and knowing she owned this house outright was a relief after her parents’ passing. She embraced the frugal life, never living outside her means.

And now, she was no longer a virgin.

Isaac had made love to her and had taken his time. That first moment he entered her, it had been painful. It had taken her by surprise, but she hadn’t wanted him to stop. She didn’t regret what they had done.

At the sound of his voice, she turned to find the man that had turned her world upside down, standing naked in the doorway of her en-suite.

He stepped inside, moved up behind her, and wrapped his arms around her waist. Throughout it all, he kept asking her to tell him to stop. As if she could. She had loved every second of it. The pain, not quite so much, but being in his arms, his kisses, his touch. She was addicted.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

She sunk against him. “Yes, I’m fine.”

They had already taken a shower together, and Isaac had insisted on cleaning her sheets. Although, the electricity was still out, so she didn’t know what he had done with them.

Her virginity was gone.

Her stomach chose that moment to growl.

“Well, that answers what we’re doing next.” Isaac gripped her arm, spun her in a circle, and then made her follow him.

“What are you doing?” she asked, as they made their way downstairs.

“Finishing our sandwiches.”

He walked them into the kitchen, and she knew she shouldn’t be charmed by him, but she was. She loved how he took charge and forced her to sit down at the small table in the kitchen. He placed her plate in front of her, along with the bag of cheese-and-sour-cream chips she was eating. She watched as he opened the bag and poured a generous amount onto her plate. Next, he did the same with his own plate.

She looked at his endless tattoos. None of them made any sense to her. There were a couple of crosses on his back, his arms, a few skulls, what appeared to be a gravestone, along with flowers. All of his ink was in black. There was no color.

She wanted to ask him so many questions. He sat down, and they were both naked, and she couldn’t help but steal glances his way. Who was this man?

“How old are you?” Lucy asked.

He laughed. “Shouldn’t you have asked me before seducing me?”

She gasped. “I did not seduce you.”

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