Page 31 of Bratva's Secret Girl
It doesn’t hurt now. There’s just the pleasure of his body in mine, and the slick slide of us together lubricated excessively by how much I want him… And a spot of my virgin blood too.
The sounds are filthy, and Maxim’s eyes have gone dark as he fucks me.
“I want you so much,” he says. “Since we met, I’ve been craving having you like this. Making you mine. Marking you.”
His thrusts have found a steady tempo that’s spiralling me up towards orgasm again, and the sound of his voice serves to drag me up to that peak.
“I’ve wanted to own you, Hayley. You’ve been my secret obsession. My girl. Mine, even though you didn’t know it. Feel how much I need you? How hard you make me?”
I nod and writhe, trying to get more of him.
He grunts with pleasure. “That’s it, such a good girl taking my massive, pierced cock.”
“Will you tattoo me?” I ask, the question by-passing my brain totally, zipping straight from somewhere in my torso—I wouldn’t like to say whether it’s my heart or my pussy, but possibly both—to my mouth.
“You’ll wear my ring when we marry, have a rounded belly when you have my child, have my come in you every day. And, yes, if you want a tattoo…” He reaches forwards and wraps his hand around my neck. “How about something here? Complete with my fingerprints, so everyone knows from your collar who your owner is, my perfect, beautiful good girl?”
“Yes,” I gasp as his hand gently squeezes.
Just enough to reduce my air supply for a few seconds and make me dizzy with the pleasure that’s rising like a tide.
It’s his control and ownership that makes the breath I drag in when he releases my neck so potent. My head swims.
I’m buzzing all over as the air rushes to my brain, like that moment of bliss before you faint.
And all the time, Maxim is there. His cock huge and filling me.
“You’re mine. I’m going to keep coming in this pussy until you’re pregnant with my child, and then I’ll fuck your pretty little cunt even more because I know you’ll be gorgeous with a bump. I will have my name tattooed on your skin where we both can see it.”
It’s trust. My life is in his hands as surely as my pleasure is in his control.
“I want my come leaking from your every hole, Hayley. I’m going to cover you with it. But first…”
He glides his hand from my neck to gather up my hair in his fist and tug it.
I gasp as the sensation in my scalp jerks my body onto yet another, higher plane of bliss.
Then I feel him shift, his hand around my thigh, urging my legs further apart, and his fingers find my clit.
“First you’re going to come for me like a good girl. I want you to clench and spasm and milk all the seed out of me.”
He only has to touch my clit. Maybe circle it, or… I don’t even know.
“You’re mine. Come for me.”
I explode. The pleasure wracks through my body like white fire, sweeping all in its way.
“Good girl,” he grits out, and I hear his voice both as though it’s within my head, and miles away.
He slams into my spasming pussy once more, lodges himself deep in my body and roars as his cock swells and hot seed jets into me.
“Hayley.” My name is on his lips as he jerks and pulses.
The feel of his orgasm prolongs mine. I lose all control of my limbs, and it’s a good thing I’m laid on the table because otherwise I’d fall over. I’m tingling everywhere, little aftershocks of my orgasm taking me unawares.
Maxim is just as wrecked. He’s partially collapsed, his forearms on either side of my torso, his cock still buried as deep inside me as he could possibly be. His chest is plastered to my back, and every slowing breath brings him closer.
“That was the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Malishka. I’ll never get over it,” he whispers against my neck, making the fine hairs there tickle, and sending warmth down my spine.
