Page 14 of A Baby for the BRATVA Boss
She's wet, slick with arousal, and I part her folds gently, my fingers exploring her carefully. Sophia tenses for a moment, then relaxes as I circle her clit with my thumb, slow and deliberate. Her hips buck up to meet my touch, and she lets out a keening whine that's music to my ears.
I watch her face, the way her eyes flutter shut, lips parted in ecstasy. I slip one finger inside her, feeling the tight warmth clench around me. She's untouched, and the thought makes my cock ache with need. I work her slowly, adding a second finger when she's ready, stretching her, preparing her, all while my thumb keeps up the pressure on her clit. Her breaths come in pants now, body writhing, and I curl my fingers inside her, finding that spot that makes her shatter.
"Yury," she sobs, coming apart on my hand, her walls pulsing around my fingers as her first orgasm crashes over her.
I don't give her time to come down fully. I strip off my pants and boxers, freeing my cock, hard and throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip. Sophia's eyes widen as she looks at me, a mix of awe and apprehension. She reaches out, her fingers tentatively wrapping around my length. The touch is electric, sending sparks through my veins, and I groan, thrusting gently into her hand.
"When I saw you, I was so desperate to know what this felt like,” she says, and I almost come right there. “Like this?" she asks, voice husky, and I nod, guiding her for a moment before pulling my hand away and letting her figure it out.
She squeezes tight and my body jolts, more pre-cum leaks and she licks her lips.
I can't wait any longer. I position myself between her legs, the head of my cock nudging at her entrance, and I lean down to kiss her deeply, pouring all my hunger into it.
"This will hurt at first,angelu," I murmur against her lips. "But I'll make it good. Trust me." She nods, wrapping her arms around my neck. I push in slowly, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me, so tight it borders on pain for both of us.
She winces, nails digging into my back, and I pause, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, whispering words in Russian that she won’t understand.
"You're doing so well," I say, thrusting a little deeper, and she gasps. I hold still until her body adjusts, then I move again, slow and steady, until I'm fully seated inside her.
The sensation is overwhelming, her heat enveloping me completely, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from pounding into her like an animal. I start with shallow thrusts, building a rhythm, and soon her pain fades, replaced by pleasure. Her hips rise to meet mine, tentative at first, then bolder, and she moans with each stroke.
"Faster," she begs, and I oblige, picking up the pace, my hands gripping her hips as I drive into her deeper, harder.
The room fills with the sounds of our bodies coming together. Her cries mingle with my grunts. I feel her tightening around me again, another orgasm building. I reach between us, rubbing her clit in time with my thrusts, and she shatters once more, screaming my name as her walls milk me.
It's too much. I thrust a few more times, erratic and deep, before I bury myself to the hilt and come, spilling inside her with a roar, pulse after pulse filling her up. My vision blurs, pleasure crashing through me like a wave, and I collapse over her, careful not to crush her, our bodies slick with sweat.
I stay inside her as we catch our breath, kissing her softly, and I know this is just the beginning. She's mine now, truly, and I'll breed her until she carries my child, until our legacy is sealed in her body.
Sophia
The moment I touched his bare skin, the pressure inside of me began to subside, but then it immediately came back. That’s when I knew there was no escaping this. I had to ride it out. Go all the way through it and pray I’d make it through the other side.
By the time he collapses over me, my body spent in ways I’ve never experienced, I finally feel it ebb away, almost entirely.
I never intentionally stayed a virgin. With everything that was happening with my father, no one wanted to be matched with me. No one had ever expressed attraction to me before. I figured I was too plain or boring, and it never bothered me. Until Yury.
I’d never felt that overwhelming sensation of needing something before. Not knowing what that something was, was frustrating to the point of madness. Like my body knew what it needed but couldn’t tell me. It was foreign and otherworldly.
Now all I can think about is doing this again and again until I die from the pleasure of it all.
“I need more,” I say when I’ve caught my breath.
“Angelu,” Yury says with a light laugh. “You need to rest, to recover. Your first time tears you apart and I couldn’t be gentle. You need to heal.”
He stands and disappears through a door I hadn’t even noticed earlier, returning with a warm wash cloth. He parts my legs and gently dabs.
“There is blood,” he says. “See?” He lifts the wash cloth and I see the evidence of my virginity no longer being intact smeared lightly over it.
“You don’t understand,” I complain. “There’s something inside me, Yury. It feels like it’s going to consume me.”
He chuckles. “That’s arousal, and I’m flattered.”
“You said you would breed me,” I argue, lifting myself up on to my elbows, challenging him with a lift of my eyebrow.
“Careful,Angelu,” he warns. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Then tell me.”
