Page 94 of Forced Bratva Hostage

He grabs my hips, forcing me to stay still as he thrusts deeper, inch by inch, spreading my pussy open and making me gasp with pleasure.

“Hold onto the railing, little bunny,” he warns me.

I reach up and wrap my hands tightly around the iron railing, and Andrei starts fucking me hard.

His cock slams into my pussy, deep and fast, over and over again.

I want to scream with pleasure, but I don’t dare in case he stops.

He fucks me until my legs are shaking and I’m barely able to breathe. My knees go weak, and he wraps his arm around my waist, holding me steady while he carries on pounding into me.

He wraps his hand around my throat and holds me with my back against his chest.

My body goes rigid, and my pussy tightens over him.

He groans against my ear, knowing how close I am to coming all over his cock.

“This pussy belongs to me,” he whispers in my ear, thrusting harder into me.

I squeal, and he clamps his hand over my mouth, slamming into me again.

Every muscle in my body spasms as the orgasm hits me.

My legs collapse, and the only reason I don’t fall is becomes he’s holding me, and his cock is deep inside me.

I feel him go rigid as he explodes into me.

For a moment, neither of us moves, and we just stand there, laughing quietly.

“Did anyone hear?” I ask, whispering.

He grabs my face and tilts my head backwards so that he can kiss me. “I don’t care,” he grins. “All I care about is you, Tia. I love you more than words can say.”

My heart melts as I turn in his arms.

“I love you too, Andrei. Forever.”

“Marry me,” he says.

“We’re already married.” I laugh.

“Marry me again. We’ll have a massive party, and you’ll wear the most beautiful dress.”

My heart somersaults as I grab his face and kiss him harder.

“Yes,” I laugh. “I’ll marry you again.”

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THE END