Page 16 of Traded & Bred By the Bratva
I cry out, clinging to him, my pussy clenching around his thick cock.
“Mine,” he growls, biting down gently. “Say you’re my mine. My good girl.”
“I’m yours… I’m your good girl,” I pant, the words sending another wave of arousal through me.
He rewards me by thrusting harder, his hand slipping between us to rub my clit.
I come again, shuddering around him, my walls pulsing.
He’s not done.
He flips me onto my hands and knees and enters me from behind in one smooth motion. At this deeper angle, his cock hits the perfect spot inside me with every powerful stroke. His hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back gently but firmly as he leans over me.
“Fuck, Sydney. Your pussy is gripping me so tight. You love being fucked like this, don’t you? Possessed by me.” His free hand reaches around to rub my clit again, and I’m lost, pushing back against him, meeting every thrust.
“Answer me,” he demands, his lips hot against my skin as he bites my earlobe.
“Yes, I love it,” I sob, pleasure building toward another peak.
He’s tender in the way he strokes my back and my ass, whispering praises, “So beautiful, so wet for me,” but dominant in how he controls my body, pounding into me with possessive force.
Suddenly, he pulls out, making me whine at the emptiness, and turns me onto my back again. Hovering over me, he slides back in, slower this time, eyes locked on mine. The tenderness shines through as he kisses me softly, his hips rolling in deep, sensual thrusts. “I could stay buried in you all night,” he murmurs. “This is just the beginning.”
We lose ourselves like that for what feels like hours.
With a full erection still on display, he carries me to the bedroom and fucks me through another orgasm, then another, his cock never flagging.
Dirty words spill from his lips, “Come on my cock again, baby. Let me feel that pussy squeeze me,” mixed with sweet ones, “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect for me.”
Finally, when I’m a trembling, blissed-out mess, he groans my name and buries himself deep, coming hard inside me. The feel of his release, hot and pulsing, sends me over the edge one last time.
We collapse together, his arms wrapping around me possessively even as he strokes my hair tenderly. Our breathing slows, bodies entwined, the adrenaline fading into warm satisfaction. I nestle against his chest, feeling claimed, desired, and strangely safe in the arms of this man who just bought me, as sleep tugs me under.
I wake to his hands on me again, gentle but insistent. Minutes or hours have passed. I’m not sure. The room is still dark except for the city glow.
Max is propped on one elbow, watching me with that intense gaze. “Couldn’t stay away,” he admits, his voice husky. His hand trails down my body, cupping my breast, then lower, between my legs where I’m still slick with our combined release.
I gasp softly as his fingers dip into my pussy, stirring the mess there. “Max…”
“Shh, baby. I need you again.” He’s hard already, his cock pressing against my thigh. He kisses me tenderly, exploring mymouth as his fingers work me open. The possessiveness returns as he pins one of my legs wide, sliding into me in one long thrust. “Fuck, still so tight. Even after I filled you up.”
I moan into his mouth, my body responding instantly.
He fucks me slow and deep this time, savoring every thrust, his hips grinding against mine. “This pussy is mine. No one else gets to touch what I bought.” His words are dominant, filthy, but his touch is caring as kisses my neck, whispering how good I feel, how beautiful I look taking him.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Every intoxicating movement feels perfectly in sync. He hits a spot that makes me see stars, and I clench around him. “Right there… oh god, your cock feels so good.”
“Yeah? You love my big cock stretching you, don’t you?” He picks up the pace, keeping eye contact, while pounding harder.
I nod frantically, lost in sensation.
He pulls out and moves down my body, spreading my legs wide. His mouth descends on my pussy again, licking and sucking our mingled tastes.
It’s dirty, possessive, and I love it, threading my fingers through his hair as I grind against his face. He makes me come like that, tongue-fucking me until I’m shaking.
Then he’s back inside me, on his back this time with me riding him reverse cowgirl. His hands grip my ass, spreading me wide, with his thumbs pressing against the rim of my backdoor as he guides me up and down his cock. “Look at that view. Your pussy swallowing every inch. Fuck, Sydney, you’re incredible.”
I brace my hands on his thighs, trying to catch my breath. The angle lets him hit so deep, I feel him bump against my cervix with each thrust.
