Page 52 of The Bratva's Innocent Forbidden Bride
I slid my hand between her thighs, and she parted them more as I eased my fingers back and forth along the silky fabric of her panties. Her hips rose as I teased her swollen nub, then nudged my fingers underneath the elastic edge to dip into her slippery folds.
“So fucking wet,” I murmured. “God, I love your pussy, Tati.”
“Good,” she squeaked, tightening her legs around my hand to trap it there.
“I love that I’m the only man who’s touched you, who’s licked you, who’s fucked you,” I continued as I pushed my fingers inside her, watching her eyes grow unfocused as she looked down at what I was doing.
“Me too,” she said.
“No one else will ever have this body,” I told her, because it was true. “You’re mine.” When she only nodded, I pushed my fingers deeper, found her clit, and circled it until she writhed. “Say it.”
“Yes, I’m yours,” she gasped. My cock pulsed against my jeans, as if recognizing that she meant it.
Yanking the panties off and tossing them aside, I spread her legs and dragged her to the edge of the chair, dropping down to settle between her thighs. At the first stroke of my tongue against her clit, her hands were in my hair, her urgent moans as delicious as her juices.
When she was on the verge of crying out, I pulled away, laughing as she tore at my hair while trying to guide me back. And God, did I want to keep lapping her up, showing her exactly who she belonged to, and making her feel better than she ever did before.
Until the next time.
“I have to make you pay a little bit, don’t I?” I asked. “You were naughty today, making me think you wanted to spend time with me.”
Between her panting gasps, she focused, gripping my shoulders. “It started that way, but only because… oh, you know why. It’s not like that now. Can’t you tell?”
Oh, I could tell. No one could fake a response like that, shaking, gasping, so damn wet I was on the verge of drowningthe next time I dove into her pussy. And I certainly didn’t want to think about her father, who’d shoot me if he saw what I was currently doing.
“I forgive you,” I said quickly, then laughed. “What do you do to me, Tati?”
“I’ll show you if you just—”
She stopped because I pushed my tongue against her clit, driving her to the orgasm she was begging for. I could only rest my head against her stomach for a moment before she yanked on my arms and my hair, bucking for me to get up and keep going. I wanted to feel her tight little hole clamp down around my cock while she was still pulsing, so I was happy to oblige her impatience.
But she shoved me onto my back with superhuman strength, or maybe because I let her, curious to see what that glint of mischief in her eyes was all about.
“I’ll show you who’s naughty,” she said, wrapping her lush lips around the tip of my cock.
I flopped back with a groan, reaching for all her soft hair. “Show me, little girl,” I urged.
Her giggle against my shaft had me counting backward from a hundred to hold on, the drag of her teeth as she pushed me deep inside her mouth had me growling like a caged animal. She sucked hard on my cock, with as much joyful abandon as she did eating the ice cream cone earlier that day. Her fingers tentatively found my balls, and at my sharp intake of breath, she grinned up at me, smug and self-assured.
It was an impossible choice. Come down her throat or in her perfect pussy? My mind went blank, my hands moved ontheir own, pulling her pretty little mouth away from my pulsing cock.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I said, flipping her onto her belly and lightly spanking each sexy ass cheek. “Get up on your hands and knees so I can make you come again.”
She shook with anticipation as she did as I commanded, looking back at me with eagerness and trust in her eyes that had me gripping her hips and thrusting my rock-hard shaft between her thighs. Sliding back and forth in her slick folds, I couldn’t take another second of restraint. Not when she was pushing against me and quietly begging for me to take her.
In another moment, I was deep inside, groaning with relief and more pent-up desire. I wasn’t me anymore, not completely. As much as she was mine, I was hers, existing only to make her scream.
Reaching around, I slid my palm between her legs as I rammed her from behind, each thrust both painful and exquisite as she pushed back to meet me. When I teased her clit, I fell against her, flattening both of us to the thick cushions on the wide lounge chair. It wobbled and shifted, but then I felt her orgasm sucking on my cock harder than her mouth, and I roared and drained myself dry inside her.
Her shouts matched mine, loud, intense, and scaring off the sleeping birds with a mass flutter of wings. Her laughter was mingled with her moans, and when I was spent, I kissed her shoulder, getting a mouthful of her hair.
We both lay like that, too weak to do much more than groan or sigh. My heart thumped against her back, and I finally rose up on my knees, disgruntled at the lack of space for both of us to lay together.
Still panting, I carried her to my room and dropped her on the bed. “This is where you sleep now,” I said.
She nodded and reached for me. Nestled in my arms, after a long moment, she raised herself on her elbow to look into my eyes. I was more than ready for round two and reached for the back of her head to drag her mouth to mine for a kiss.
She stopped me, searching my face with questioning eyes. “You made me tell you things,” she started, blushing. “Now it’s your turn. Tell me I can get back to helping find my father.”
