Page 131 of Ripped Lace (Ripped Bratva)

“You look fucking magnificent,” I tell her.

She shakes her head in disbelief. “W... what have you done to me?” she whispers blearily.

I pull her forward and grip her under the ass before lifting her off the console table. Her legs wrap around my waist as I carry her over to my desk.

The files are still sitting in the middle of the desk top, but I shove them aside and set her down in their place. Her body is limp with release. Liquid.

But it’s not over. She has farther yet to go.

Her eyes go wide as she realizes that I’m not finished with her. Then the surprise gives way to hunger as her eyes flit down to my cock.

I push her on her back again, prying her legs apart as I press myself deeper between her thighs.

She props back on her elbows and keeps her eyes on me. I free my cock from my pants, align it with her pussy, and rub her slit with my tip. She’s soaking wet, so my cock glides up and down easily.

“Get inside me,” she begs.

“You want me to fuck you?” I ask.

I know she doesn’t like the word, or the way I’ve used it. But I want her to see that there’s no shame in it. In this. In us.

Fucking can be transformative.

Fucking can be beautiful.

Fucking can be love.

She nods slowly.

I put my fingers to her lips and trace the perfect curve of her mouth. “Say it.”

“Fuck me,” she whispers.

My cock jumps at her plea. I wince at the unexpected need that’s so fucking strong it hurts. Coming from her, this innocent little lamb… it’s almost too much.

“Say that again,” I tell her.

“Fuck me, Phoenix Kovalyov.”

The moment she finishes speaking, I bury myself inside of her.

She cries out and collapses backwards. The desk starts to squeak as I ram hard. This time, I’m not prepared to take it slow. I want to chase my own desire now. With her body laid out before me, it’s impossible not to.

I squeeze her breasts as I slam into her. Cups and pens go clattering off the desk. Papers fly everywhere.

Neither of us give a fuck.

Elyssa is lost in the throes of her rising moans, all semblance of self-consciousness gone as I fuck her hard and fast. Her walls contract around my cock and I know she’s seconds from her second orgasm.

I clench my jaw and grit my teeth as the tension builds. I don’t have much longer left myself.

I dig deep and pull on my last reserves of energy as I fuck her even harder, even faster. She’s in danger of spinning right off the desk if I weren’t holding her so tightly. The files we stole from the Garden are teetering on the edge. One more thrust and they’ll hit the floor along with the rest of my shit.

I don’t stop until I’ve stolen another orgasm from her.

I don’t stop until I explode inside her.

I don’t stop until I’ve made her mine again.

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