Page 52 of Bratva Prince
The only sound I could hear was our moans mixed with the repeated slapping of our passionate lovemaking. It was an intoxicating blend—so sweet, and with a spicy hint—it would make the perfect cocktail. An aphrodisiac that, every time I imagined the sound of us, would make me repeat this night.
I told him—no, demanded—he pound into me harder.
He grabbed my hair, jerking my head down as he groaned into my ear, “Get on your hands and knees.”
And I obliged.
I climbed off of him, my hands and knees pushed into the rocky floor of the cave. He grabbed my hips with both hands and slid into me from behind, working slowly at first and then slamming into me, making me cry out in ecstasy. Hearing my sounds of pleasure made him throb inside me, and he slammed in again, harder, making me scream out louder.
“Harder!” I demanded as I glanced back to him, my voice tense with the orgasm I was dying to have.
A wicked glint in his eyes sent a tingle through my body, and I tightened around him, making his eyebrow quirk up. “You want it rough?” he asked, his voice husky and deep, holding many dirty promises within his words.
“Yes!” I shouted in a heady desperation. “Fuck me rough!”
His fingers twirled through my hair, getting a tight reigned grip as he tugged hard, making me yelp.
But I loved it.
His other hand gripped my hip, and he hammered into me hard and fast, his thick cock plunging deep inside and not slowing down for even a second. I pushed against him, making each thrust deeper. Releasing my hair, his hand slid down to my clit, rubbing against it as he worked his magic inside of me at the same time.
I tightened against him, overwhelmed with pleasure until I was crying out his name in the most intense orgasm I’d had since—well, ever.
But he wasn’t finished.
My body was like spaghetti, exhausted from coming, and my face was against the floor with my ass pointed up high, allowing him to go even deeper into the depths of my center.
I could feel an orgasm building once again, and my groans became louder with each thrust. I came in another enormous explosion. He stares at me the entire time, transfixed by my body and face as I finish. His hand slaps my naked ass as my orgasm fades, and I cry out his name. When my body fell slack, he didn’t stop. I was weak, but he had yet to climax. “No more,” I panted, unable to form full sentences. “Too much pleasure.”
He smirks as he reaches down to bite my shoulder. “I told you I’d punish you for making me worry,” he said between thrusts. He pushes deeper, fucking me mercilessly. I gasp as he takes me rough and full force, spanking me, tugging my hair, and one climax turns into another, rolling from one peak to another, and I'm trembling and twisting under his grip as he keeps going, fucking me savagely, ruthlessly, and I come again and again until my ears ring with ecstasy.
Ivan dug his nails into my hips and growled in an almost animalistic way, “I’m about to come.” He lifted me up, slamming my body onto him before pulling out and releasing himself all over my back.
We collapse, falling to the floor. I bury my face in his chest, and he wraps his arm around my body. I breathe in his smell, wanting to savor it, unable to get enough of him.
Our bodies were covered in a sheen layer of sweat, pieces of dirt sticking to our bare skin. I watched as his chest rose and fell in deep breaths. “Fuck,” he mumbled, “This is what you do to me,” he smirks as he kisses my head.
I swatted his arm, casting my own smile in his direction before allowing my head to fall as I struggled to catch my own breath. But with a twig digging into my breast, and my back now dirty, I couldn’t stay like that.
Ivan sat up, leaning on his elbow. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I helped him up, and we stepped out of the cave, washing off in the rainwater. His hands rubbed my back and over my body to help rinse off the dirt and come, and I did the same for him—minus the come.
He didn’t bother to get dressed, claiming he would get his clothes wet if he put them on now. I offered to share the blanket so he wouldn’t get cold, but he assured me he’d be fine. But I couldn’t help my eyes from traveling along his muscular physique that was like that of a god.
He was toned in all the right places, and even when he wasn’t hard, his length was still big, making my mouth water as I thought of the next time I’d have him inside of me.
“How did your leg not hurt when we were making love?” I asked, using the term despite how ‘cheesy’ Ivan claimed it to be. I thought it was romantic, and it was the term I chose to use.
“It did. But you know what they say about playing through the pain.”
I sighed, shooting him a scolding glare. “You shouldn’t do that. What if it gets infected? It will take much longer to heal, and infection can be deadly.”
“So is that pussy,” he said, his eyes lingering on my body, his gaze heating once again.
I raised an eyebrow, asking, “You’re ready to go again? Already?”
His mouth found my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. When he pulled away, his hot breath against my skin made me tremble, and his low, husky voice whispered, “I’m always ready for more of you.”
