Page 39 of A Bride for the Bratva Boss
I unzip my pants, freeing my cock. It’s thick, throbbing, the tip already slick with precum. Her eyes lock onto it, hungry, and she licks her lips. “Please,” she begs, her voice raw. “I need it. Need you inside me.” I shed my pants and shirt and then stroke myself, watching the way her gaze tracks the movement. “Beg better.”
She doesn’t hesitate. “Fuck me, Danyl. Please.” Her breath catches. “Stuff this needy pussy with that big dick. Make me take every inch until I can’t walk straight.”
A groan rips from my throat. I can’t wait anymore. I grab her hips, yanking her ass toward me, and slam into her in one roughthrust. She screams, hands barely holding on to the bed as I bottom out inside her. Fuck, she’s tight.
Always so fucking tight, like she was made for me.
“That’s it,” I grind out, pulling back only to slam into her again. “Take my cock like a good girl. You love this, don’t you? Love when I fuck you like I own you.”
“Yes!” she cries, her ass pushing against my groin. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
I obey, my hips grinding into her, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the bedroom. My balls slapping against her ass.
Her tits bounce with every thrust, and I lean over so I can reach around and pinch a nipple. She’s so close, her pussy clenching around me, her breath coming in ragged little sobs.
“Come for me,” I command, my voice a dark rumble. “Come on my cock like the greedy little girl you are.”
That does it. Her back arches, her pussy locking down around me as her orgasm crashes over her. She’s beautiful like this, wrecked, trembling, her lips parted in a silent scream. I don’t let up, fucking her through it, drawing out every last shudder until she hangs boneless beneath me, arms stretched as she holds on to the headboard.
Only then do I let myself go, my release hitting me like a freight train. I bury my cock inside her one last time and hold it there. Her pussy milking me dry as it convulses around me.
My seed runs down her thighs when I pull out of her. She whimpers when my cock springs free, and her cunt clamps around me like she wants to keep me inside. So greedy.
I turn her around, claiming her mouth with mine. She holds on to my shoulders as I devour her. She’s mine and someone almost took her from me tonight.
I lay her down on the bed and keep kissing her. Her arms lock around my neck as my hand trails down her stomach and I bury two fingers inside her.
“Danyl,” she whimpers. “I can’t come again. I done.”
“You’re done when I say you are.” I plunge a third finger inside her and she arches against my hand. Pumping her hard, I bend down and lock my lips around a nipple. I suck and bite, alternating between her tits.
Her hands grips my shoulders, nails digging into my skin.
“Now,” I order. “Come now.”
She does, moaning my name as her pussy clenches around my fingers.
My cock is hard again, and I grab her thighs, spreading them wide as I bury myself inside her. Thrusting over and over, watching her luscious tits bounce.
“Grab your tits,” I growl. “Squeeze them and pinch your nipples.” She does and I praise her as I pump into her. “You’re such a good girl. I love how tight your greedy pussy is around my cock.”
She whimpers and her cunt clamps onto my cock. We come together, roaring out our releases. I collapse next to her, my breath rasping.
Liza curls into my side, one arm slung over my chest and instantly falls asleep.
I hold her tight in the quiet night, letting the adrenaline fade, letting the rage simmer into vigilance.
Protecting her, worshiping her, this is all I want now.
All I will ever need.
EPILOGUE
LIZA
One year later.
I wake before the sun.
