Page 21 of A Baby for the BRATVA Boss
My pulse thuds heavy in my ears, a steady reminder that my control is slipping, but tonight I don’t fight it. I want her to feel every bit of what she’s awakened in me.
We reach the landing, and I pause outside my door, turning to face her. Her eyes are wide, reflecting the low light, that small scar above her lip catching my attention again. I brush my thumb over it, and she leans into the touch, her breath hitching.
She steps closer, her free hand coming to rest on my shirt, fingers curling into the fabric like she’s anchoring herself to me. I can feel the heat of her through the cotton, the softness of her body pressing against mine, and it takes everything not to lift her right here and take her against the hallway wall.
Instead, I push the door open and guide her inside. My cock twitches, already hard and straining against my pants.
She notices, her gaze dropping for a second before flicking back to my face, a flush creeping up her neck. I close the door behind us with a soft click, the sound final, sealing us in this space where the world can’t reach us.
I release her hand and shrug off my shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her eyes roam over me, hungry and unashamed now, tracing the lines of my tattoos, the scars she hasn’t asked about yet. I step closer, cupping her face in both hands. I kiss her slowly at first, savoring the way her lips part for me, the soft moan she makes when my tongue slides against hers. She tastes like hot chocolate, like the day we’ve spent building something real together. I deepen the kiss, backing her toward the bed until her knees hit the edge.
She sits, looking up at me with that mix of defiance and trust that drives me wild, and I kneel in front of her, my hands on her thighs. I slide them up under her sweater, pushing it higher, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, the curve of her waist. She lifts her arms to help, and I pull it over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra is simple lace again, white this time, and I unhook it with one hand, watching her breasts spill free, nipples already peaked with arousal.
I lean in and take one into my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her gasp, her hands flying to the back of my head, pulling me closer. She arches into me, and I switch to the other, teasing with my tongue until she’s writhing, her thighs pressing together.
“Yury,” she breathes, and the sound of my name like that, needy and raw, sends a jolt straight to my cock. I pull back just enough to meet her eyes. “Tell me what you need,angelu.”
“You,” she says without hesitation. “All of you. Again. Make it hurt, Yury, I need to feel all of you.”
I stand, undoing my belt and pants, shoving them down along with my briefs. My cock springs free, heavy and aching. Her eyes widen, but she reaches for me, wrapping her fingers around the base like she’s learning fast. The feel of her hand, warm and tentative, makes me groan, and I thrust into it once before pulling away.
“Not yet,” I mutter, pushing her back onto the bed. I hook my fingers into her jeans and panties, tugging them off in one motion, leaving her bare beneath me.
She’s already glistening, wet and ready, and the sight of her spread out like this, trusting me completely, nearly breaks me.
I climb over her, settling between her legs, and kiss her again, deep and claiming, my hand sliding down to cup her pussy. She’s slick, hot, and when I slip a finger inside, she clenches around me, moaning into my mouth. I add another, curling them to hit that spot that made her shatter last night, and she bucks against my hand.
“Please,” she whimpers, and I can’t deny her.
I pull my fingers from her wet cunt and suck them clean while she watches, her hands finding my ass and pulling me towards her.
I line myself up, the head of my cock nudging her entrance, and push in slowly, watching her face for any sign of the pain she asked for. She winces a little, still tender from last night, but then her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper.
“More,” she demands, and I give it to her, thrusting steady until I’m buried to the hilt, her warmth gripping me like a vice.
We move together, finding a rhythm that’s harder than last night. Somehow more urgent. Her hips rise to meet mine, and Igrip her thighs, angling her to take me deeper. The bed creaks under us, the fire popping in the background, but all I hear are her cries, the wet sounds of our bodies joining.
She’s close already, I can feel it in the way she tightens, her breath coming in gasps.
“You’re so fucking sexy like this,” I growl against her neck, biting down lightly. “Laid out in front of me, naked and warm. Your cunt dripping for me.”
“Tell me, Yury,” she begs.
And I know exactly what she needs.
Sophia
His thick cock is stretching me with each thrust into my tight heat. His body is hard against me, his grip on my thigh bruising. But I need to hear his words.
His hips snap forward again, driving that thick cock deeper into my aching core, and every ridge of him drags against my walls until I can’t think straight. The stretch burns in the best way, a sharp reminder that he’s claimed every inch of me, and I want more of it, more of him, more of the filthy promises he keeps growling against my ear.
“You feel that, Sophia?” he rasps, voice rough. “That’s my cock owning you. I’m going to keep fucking this tight little cunt until it’s molded to me, it will be ruined for anyone else.”
I whimper, fingers dragging down his arms. He laughs low, the sound vibrating through my chest.
“That’s right,angelu. Beg for it. Beg me to fill you up.” My legs tighten around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, and he thrusts harder. The head of his cock kissing my g-spot with every brutal stroke. “I’m going to pump you so full of my cum you’ll feel it for days,” he snarls, teeth grazing my throat. “Going to breed this pretty pussy until you’re swollen with my baby. Until everyone knows you’re mine.”
The words hit me like sparks on dry tinder. Heat coils low in my belly, spreading fast, and I arch off the bed, chasing the edge he’s pushing me toward.
