Page 52 of Forced Bratva Hostage

She shifts backwards on my lap and tugs at my belt.

I want to go slow, to let her know she’s safe with me, but the moment she pulls my belt loose, I can’t wait any longer.

I grab my pants and pull them open, lifting her on my lap, and slide my pants low enough to free my cock.

It jumps free, rigid and pulsing, the vein throbbing along my shaft.

She gasps at the sight of it and bites her lower lip, her brows knitting with worry.

“It’s massive,” she mutters.

“It’s okay, little bunny, it’ll only hurt for a moment,” I promise her, lifting her above my cock and rubbing it over her pussy.

She shudders with desire and rocks her hips over me.

I push the tip of my cock into her pussy and she tenses for a moment.

It takes every ounce of my control for me to stop and let her adjust.

Her body softens against me again, and I take her hips, pushing her slowly onto my cock. She’s tight around me, and her breathing is sharp as her fingers dig into my shoulders.

I keep pushing inside her until she’s filled up, stretched open by my cock, and I’m completely buried in her pussy.

I can feel her twitching on me, my cock throbbing inside her.

I wait, focusing on my breathing, until she’s comfortable, which feels like an eternity. Then, finally, she leans forward and kisses me.

With my hands over her hips, I lift her up and slowly lower her again, and she moans sweetly into my mouth.

My movements become rhythmic, thrusting in and out, fucking her slowly and tenderly. I maintain my pace, tantric, teasing, letting the pleasure build.

Every now and then, Tia gets impatient and tries to push down harder onto me, but I stop her, with a dark smile on my face as I watch her frustration grow.

“The longer we take, the more pleasurable it will be at the end,” I whisper against her ear as I pull her forward, holding her against my chest so she can’t move. I rock my cock up into her,reaching around her body and pulling her pussy open as I thrust, again and again.

She is moaning, louder and faster, her face buried in the curve of my neck.

Her body melts against mine as she lets go, giving in to the fact that she is not in control.

My cock is hard, it’s aching inside her.

I lift her off my lap and roll her onto the sofa. She looks up at me with her gorgeous blue eyes, and I push her legs apart, lowering my face between her thighs to lick her sweetness.

She gasps when my tongue dips into her, her fingers knotting in my hair, and she pushes my face harder against her pussy.

I write slow letters over her clit, teasing her until her legs are shaking. Then I stop, pushing her legs apart with my hips, and thrust into her again.

This time, I don’t move slowly.

Her body jerks as I penetrate her, shoving my cock into her with force. She squeals in delight and digs her nails into my back.

I can’t hold back anymore.

I want to fuck her so hard she can’t stand afterwards.

Her pussy is too perfect, and I want to possess it in dangerous ways.

Tia wraps her legs around my waist, and I fuck her, harder and faster, each movement making her gasp and moan.