Page 34 of BRATVA'S Avenging Bride
Fire doesn’t scare me now.
Nothing scares me when I’m with him.
“Remember our first time together?” Matvey asks, a cheeky glint in his eyes.
“How could I forget?” I deadpan. It’s possible we conceived on that first night. Like fate knew something we didn’t and took us on the ride anyway.
Matvey’s hands slide beneath the hem of my dress, his fingers finding me bare and wet. A low rumble sounds in his throat.
“That’s myzhar-ptitsa. Always ready for me.”
My legs instinctively wrap around his waist when he lifts me. His mouth finding mine as he carries me to the lounger partially covered by the metal roof.
He lays me down and creates a small amount of distance between us, just enough to undo his jeans and shuck them over his hips. When the head of his cock presses against my entrance, I moan with greedy anticipation. Then he presses into me.
“Undo your buttons,” he grunts as he holds my hips and begins sliding me over his cock.
I do as he asks, baring my breasts to him. They’re a little plumper with pregnancy; my areola’s darker and my nipples bigger. But he doesn’t seem to mind.
“Fuck, yes,zhar-ptitsa. Your tits are amazing.” He picks up his pace, pressing me into the mattress as his thumb finds my clit and works circles with a dizzyingly perfect pressure. “I’m going to fill you so full you never won’t be pregnant. The whole fucking world will know who you belong to. Every day, every night.”
“Don’t stop, Matvey,” I beg, feeling the crest of the wave approaching.
“I’ll never stop fucking you. Filling you with my hot cum. Eating your delicious cunt.” His words are breathy and I know he is close. “Fuck,zhar-ptitsa, your tight pussy is milking me.”
He comes at the same time I do. His eyes never leaving my breasts as they bounce in time with his thrusts. When he stops, bracing himself above me on both hands, caging me in with his body, I grin.
“I love it when you fuck me like it’s going to kill you,” I say.
“It might, one day, but I can’t think of a better way to go.” He starts to pull out, but I stop him with my hand on his ass. “Ah, that’s my greedy littlezhar-ptitsa, keeping my cock warm for another round.”
“I can’t help it, I think it’s the hormones,” I mutter.
His mouth covers mine in a kiss and I bite his bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed. His cock throbs inside me, pulling a moan from my throat.
He growls, pulling out quickly and flipping me onto my knees. “You asked for it,zhar-ptitsa.” He slams inside me with such force I have to brace myself against the wooden beam that supports the roof. “You think you can milk my cock, keep it warm, then bite me when I kiss you?” His words are rough but soaked in arousal. “I’ll fuck you until you’re screaming my name.”
He hammers into me in long thrusts, the head of his cock coming all the way out. When it slips and slides between my folds and against my clit, I see stars.
“Yes Matvey! Make me scream,” I plead.
I reach down and cup his balls as he thrusts in and out relentlessly, squeezing them lightly. “Please. Fill me with your hot cum,” I beg.
This time, when he reaches around to lightly pinch my clit, I do scream his name.
My legs are jelly when he pulls me to standing half an hour later and guides me to the elevator.
“Let me make you something to eat,” he says.
Smiling comes so easily to me these days. That’s how I know that I made the right choice six months ago. To burn down the club. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t still be here, I wouldn’t have met Matvey. I wouldn’t be growing our baby in my belly.
Now I get to count my blessings every time I smell smoke.
