Page 28 of Bratva's Stolen Bride
A blade of doubt cuts at me.
“You’re so beautiful, and you’ve been so strong.”
I press kisses to her belly, and while I wish it was a promise to put a baby in there, this girl might be stubborn enough to break both of us.
“Please,” I whisper. “Let me give you this.”
I’m begging. I’m the one fucking begging.
She doesn’t respond, and my heart sinks.
Fuck. Okay.
I know when I’m beaten. I was so sure, and I clench my jaw at the risk I’ve let her take. I’ll give her my phone, and accept the consequences.
The thought that in the inevitable fight she might be taken away from me cracks me apart. I’m not sure I can deal with this honourably.
I push to my feet, but as soon as I’ve turned, heading for the shelf where her phone is stashed, I hear a little voice.
“Feliks.” There’s a new need there, desperate, and reluctant.
“Lisichka.” I don’t move. I don’t dare hope.
“Please.”
Relief surges in me.
“Please, what?” I keep my tone measured and calm.
“Please…” Her breath hitches. “Please make me come.”
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FELIKS
I don’t need asking twice, or to draw out my victory by making her beg more.
Half a second and I’m between her legs again, holding her hips down with one arm and shoving my fingers into her with the other, getting my mouth onto that sweet flesh as quickly as I can.
She screams as she comes, just as I said she would. Long and loud. And as she quakes in the aftermath, I smile. So fucking happy that I get to feel her orgasm. Even better that I did it. I made her come all over my face.
When she’s exhausted and over sensitised, destroyed by being edged over and over then exploding into pleasure, I give in. Shoving down my shorts, I have my rock-solid erection in my hand before I’ve considered. I shouldn’t. But I have the most primal need to mark her.
“Eating your tight little cunt has been the ultimate turn on,” I confess hoarsely, clambering to stand over her. “I can’t wait any longer.”
My fingers are slick from her pussy juices, and I groan as the pleasure raps between the base of my spine and the sensitivehelmet of my cock. I’m primed, ready to come already, balls pulled up.
“So good.” I drag my gaze over her body. “Your tits…” I’m almost as incoherent with need as she was at the end. “Perfect. My good girl for coming like that. So strong to hold out.”
She’s young and innocent, watching me with her eyes as wide as dinner plates. Her eyes flits between my face and my erection, seemingly unable to choose.
I work my cock hard and fast, my fingers tight. It’s sharp and so sweet, this pleasure. It has the knife edge of how fucking filthy and perverted I am.
Laid back on the sofa as she is, her cheeks flushed, her tits exposed, her hair drying in cute frizz on her shoulders and her legs still spread wide, she’s the ultimate temptation.
Using brutal, desperate pumps of my hand, it’s a race against time. If I don’t come quickly, I’ll shove my cock in that delicate, puffy pink cunt of hers, or order her to open her mouth again and spurt down her throat.
“You’re so big,” she breathes. “Even bigger than I thought. Feliks…”
