Page 81 of Innocent Bratva Twins

His fingers tighten over my hip, gripping me as though he’s pleading with me never to leave. I gasp, reaching back and running my hand through his hair as he buries his face in the curve of my shoulder and traces his lips over my skin.

His fingers thread in the waistband of my sweatpants, and he pulls them down my body. I wiggle, kicking them away from my legs.

Our quiet, gentle movements become more frantic as he tugs his own pants off. He’s breathing heavily, his hands are grabbing at me, desperate and fighting for control. I don’t want control anymore. I want to feel everything. I want him, I want his entire body against mine.

He rolls me over onto my stomach as he moves on top of me. Lifting my ass into the air he keeps my legs pressed together as he spreads his legs over mine, kneeling with his knees on either side of mine he brushes his hand over my back, down my spine, across the curve of my ass.

“Your perfection is my drug, Serafina.” He growls. “I will never get enough of you.”

He grabs my ass and spreads my cheeks apart, pressing his fingers into my pussy.

“So perfect. I love looking at you.” He murmurs, sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy.

I groan against the pillow, arching my ass higher towards him.

He growls in pleasure as he takes his cock in his hand and rubs it over me, letting the smooth, monstrous size of him tease me as he presses against me and then moves away.

“Please, Nico, please fuck me,” I whisper.

The guttural sound of desperation he makes when he hears those words is like an animal, wild with desire.

His cock plunges into me, pushing deep as it penetrates my body and I cry out with relief.

He wraps his hands around my hips to hold me steady and begins to pound into me, utterly lost in the pleasure of it.

My fingers dig into the sheets, ripping at them, clinging on to my sanity as though I were about to lose it.

I cry out, muffled sounds of feverish lust against the pillows.

“Angel, please, let me keep you.” He growls as he pushes into me. “Stay with me.” He thrusts forward again.

His arm slips around my waist, and he pulls me onto my knees as he presses my back against his chest. His body is solid, like a rock wall, wrapped around me and holding me safe.

He thrusts upward into me as his hand slides up my stomach, over my breasts, teasing my nipples and finally locking around my throat. I tilt my head back against his shoulder. My hair falls loose and wild over us.

He moves my head to the side with his hands on my neck and leans over me, letting the heat of his breath and the seductive whisper of his words tease me.

“You are everything I’ve ever dreamed of. You are my entire world, angel.” He murmurs between thrusts as his cock moves inside me.

I gasp and my lips part, my body starting to shake as I fight for control. I don’t want this to end yet. I want to hold onto this moment. This perfection. His cock inside me. His lips against me.

I want this to last forever.

His other hand slips over my stomach and pushes between my legs.

No.

Wait.

His finger brushes over my clit and I cry out.

My legs begin to shake uncontrollably as he pushes deeper.

My pussy tighten over him and he groans in pleasure. His cock is rigid now, so hard it’s almost too big for me.

He moves faster, desperate, chasing—

I fall forward on the bed, and he lies over me, each thrust pushing my face against the mattress. He fucks me so hard the bed jolts across the floor until ecstasy slams into both of us at the same time.