Page 53 of Bratva Hunter

Thoughts swirl in my head. I’d love nothing more than to fuck her hard and make her mine again, but this needs to be moresensual. She has to know I love her. I stretch out next to her and rub my fingertips along her leg. I kiss her thigh while she shakes her head.

“Get to it.”

“Since when do you tell me what to do in bed, wife?”

She starts to move. “If you aren’t interested…”

I grasp her arm and pull her back to me to take her mouth. Her gasp gives my tongue the perfect avenue to plunder. My hand roams behind her neck to hold her exactly where I want her. She’s perfect. Moaning as I kiss her, wanting to give her my love as well as my possession. My other hand reaches up to caress the side of her breast. Her hand reaches down to stroke the length of my cock. Up and down, mimicking the rhythm of my tongue as pleasure shoots from the bottom of my toes to the head of my cock rolling through me. Breaking the kiss, I blurt out. “I need you.”

“You’re not the only one.”

I shift to kiss her stomach, making her cry out as I slide my hand down her torso, settling at the apex of her mound. Her clit is barely peeking out of the hood, and my thumb strums across.

“Oh. Yes.”

Bending my two fingers, I ease them into her heat. Her head thrashes back and forth. I know she needs relief and giving it to her is paramount in my mind.

She cries out. “Fuck me with your cock. I want to feel you.”

Her desire is all I need. I roll her onto her back and rise on my knees, gently pressing my palms to the insides of her thighs to spread her. I can smell her, and the smell is intoxicating. She wants my cock. Doubt tickles the edges of my brain. Should we talk first?

She flicks my nipple. “You tell me to stop thinking. So, you stop. I want you. I’ve forgiven you. Sometime this week I stoppedbeing mad at you. I don’t agree with what you did, and if you lie to me again, I’ll cut your balls off.”

That’s enough. There will be things I won’t share, but I won’t lie to her. The silent promise echoes in my mind as I center my cock along her slit and press into her pussy. “Should I be more gentle?”

“God, no. I need you to fuck me.”

“Mm. I’ll do that later.” I slow my pace with long strokes, hitting her g-spot. “Right now, I’m going to love you.”

She gasps as she meets my rhythm. The slow, gentle, long strokes cause her fingers to squeeze the bedding. “Oh…” Her eyes close and the mixture of lust and love on her face humbles me.

“I love you, Rosa. You’re everything to me.”

“Move faster, damn it.”

ROSA

My heart’s racing. I hear myself moan, a throaty, wanton gasp of pleasure that makes Roric smile. My climax is building. His hand edges beneath my ass, increasing his depth, and it feels better than I remembered. I wasn’t lying. I do forgive him. His cock is deep inside me, rocking in and out at a steady pace. I love the way he fills me.

Steady panting from the extreme pleasure makes him smile down at me. Bliss hovers just out of reach. He’ll get me there. His ministrations with his fingers work with the movement of his cock, heightening my pleasure. My toes curl as sparks explode in my core. With a scream, I cry out as the pleasure peaks, catapulting me into a life-altering orgasm. Roric bends to kiss me hard to capture my cries in his mouth. His rhythm continues to draw out every drop of pleasure from my climax.

“Oh, God.”

“Sir, will do.”

I laugh. His sense of humor at all the right times adds to the reasons I love him. “I love you, Sir husband.”

“I like that.” He adjusts his hand underneath me and leans down slowly stroking his tongue against mine as he climbs his pinnacle to find his own release. He breaks the kiss to raise up on his knees again, pushing my legs farther up to increase his tempo.

His cock feels like heaven. This is exactly where I want to be every night. His thrusts lose their perfect rhythm. He’s getting close to coming. My hands move to his ass as I squeeze to spur him on. My pussy quivers as the pleasure builds. He’s going to come before I come again and the satisfaction warms my soul. “Come in me.”

He possesses me, body and soul as he cries out, filling my pussy. This time I swallow his cries as his cock empties. He shifts to the side and kisses me gently. “Was that okay?”

I know he means for the babies, and it makes me happy how he shows he truly cares. “Everything is fine. I loved it. I love you.”

Pulling me towards him, he whispers. “I love you.”

“Time for sleep. I need my beauty rest, so I look decent for the party tomorrow.”

“You are always the most beautiful woman in the zip code, baby.”

I laugh. “That’s corny.”

“Corny or not, it’s true. Let’s get you some rest.”

I snuggle into his arms and just as I drift off, my mother’s laughter catches my attention. “Your father is good for my mother.”

“Is he?”

“Yeah. She’s been hiding herself since my father made her feel like such an ugly duckling. But Mikhail seems to make herhappy.” Roric’s slow breaths tell me he’s drifted into sleep, and I wonder if my mother will ever be able to find a love like ours.