Page 61 of Plus-Size Bride Forced By the Bratva
Ravyn took my shirt off, tossed it to the floor, and kissed my torso all the way down.
She knelt in front of me, unzipped my pants, and gave them a little tug, revealing my pair of boxers. Ravyn dipped her hand inside, held my cock, massaged it a little, and then withdrew it. Her lips twisted into a smug smirk, her blue eyes flicking up at me.
My head was lowered, my gaze unwavering as I watched her stick her tongue out. She twirled it around my cap, her hands slowly stroking my length. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as she teased me with the tip of her tongue.
She didn’t take her eyes off me, and I loved that she didn’t. Holding her gaze was nerve-wracking because I got to see the sexy expression on her face. She stuck out her tongue, tapping my cock on it with a mischievous grin.
“Someone’s feeling naughty tonight,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Very naughty,” she answered, both hands stroking my length. “I’m getting wet just thinking about putting your cock in my mouth.” She twirled her tongue around my cap again, teasing me softly.
I let out a throaty groan, my toes curling in my shoes.
She looked deeply into my eyes. “You really have the most perfect cock.”
And with that, Ravyn’s lips wrapped around me, the warmth of her mouth enveloping my shaft. I tipped my head back, my hand threading into her hair, anchoring her in place.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” I groaned.
She glanced up at me again, her head gliding in and out of my groin. Her movement was slow at first—rhythmic—as though she was savoring the way my body tensed in response. With every passing second, her pace quickened, each motion echoing in the quiet room.
Driven by passion, I pushed her head deeper into my groin. Her lips parted, eyes rising to hold my gaze as she choked and gagged on my cock. She gripped my thighs for support, her breath hitched, brows drawing together.
My cock was deep in her throat, and the second I pulled it out, a loud gasp fell from her mouth. Her breathing was ragged, a thread of saliva lingering on her lower lip.
I leaned down, gently tapping her face. “You’re such a bad girl.”
“Oh, yeah?” She worked me with a rhythm that stole my breath. “You can make me gag as much as you want.” Her teeth deliciously grazed my cap, her seductive eyes still locked to mine. “I’m your dirty little whore.”
Okay, who are you, and what have you done with Ravyn?I wondered, pleased by this shameless version of her.
Her palms slid along my length, smooth and unyielding, each measured stroke drawing a groan from me. She spat on my cock then stuck it back inside her mouth. Her warmth enveloped me again, her movements quick and rhythmic.
I reached down, taking a handful of her hair, fingers massaging her scalp. She was so good with her mouth that I felt myself unraveling at her touch. My legs trembled beneath me, my face contorted in pleasure.
She gazed up at me, her lips wrapped around my cock as she sucked the stress out of me. My muscles stiffened, and my breath hitched in my throat. For a moment there, my brain went blank, my lips parting in a silent scream.
Jolts of electricity surged through my blood, my body twitching, betraying how close I’d come to losing composure. A low growl fell off my lips, and my grip in her hair tightened.
She pulled her head from my groin, a thick thread of drool linking her lips to my cock. Ravyn dipped her face beneath my shaft, her tongue teasing my balls before taking them in her mouth.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I growled.
She sucked on my sac, clean-shaven, while toiling with my length at the same time. Ravyn stroked my cock with practiced ease, her mouth working my balls with greedy precision. She angled my cock to face the ceiling, licking me all the way from my sac through to my cap.
Ravyn knew exactly what she was doing. She was skilled in ways that made my body twitch and my muscles contract. She latched on to my cock again, hungrier this time, her mouth claiming every inch she could. The nasty, messy slurps of her sucking filled the room, her skilled tongue rolling over me as if wanting to devour.
“Show me who really owns this pretty little mouth, Daddy,” she whispered, looking right into my eyes.
I braced her head with both my hands, my waist grinding in her face. I started off slow, driving my cock into her mouth, but soon quickened my pace. She gripped my thighs, making intense slurping noises on each thrust.
A loud gasp came forth as I pulled out, letting her catch her breath for a moment. Her lips curled into a wide grin, her mouth covered in moisture. “You can fuck my mouth for as long as you want,” she said, her palm sliding along my length, her voice sweet as honey. “I promise I’ll let you cum wherever you want.”
I leaned in, tapping my cock on her face, watching her giggle softly. I could barely recognize the woman kneeling beforeme—she was wild, unrelenting, and nothing was holding her back.
She parted her lips and pushed my cock between them. I cupped her head in my palms, my hips grinding into her mouth with relentless strokes. She choked and gagged over and over again until her eyes were teary. Every so often, I’d pull out, granting her a second to breathe before burying my cock in her throat again.
My toes curled, my body stiffened, and a primal growl shook my legs. I withdrew from her mouth, but her hands skillfully gliding over my length drew me closer to the edge. She stroked my length with quick, feverish motions, chasing my unraveling.
