Page 34 of Forced By the Obsessed Bratva (Yezhov Bratva #8)

Her name left my mouth like a prayer and a curse. “Zoella….”

With her legs wrapped around me and her mouth whispering my name like she needed it to survive, I forgot about everything and, for the first time in years, felt like just a man.

And if I ever needed saving, she was my salvation.

Her head fell back as my mouth moved down her throat, licking and sucking on the bare skin of her collarbone.

My hands slid in between her smooth thighs, gliding gently over the wet entrance of her pussy.

Thankfully, there were no panty barriers.

“Whose pussy is that between your pretty thighs?” I demanded.

“Yours,” she moaned.

I pulled my hand away from her slick, dripping pussy and grabbed both of her thighs, lifting her high enough to grant me free access to her bare ass.

I cupped her curves of perfection in both hands and squeezed roughly.

She yelped, digging her nails deeper into my shoulders to keep herself grounded.

Her body felt so perfect against mine. I closed my eyes and shifted closer and buried my face in her hair. She moaned and wriggled her thighs forward, grinding against my sweatpants. My cock twitched.

She wriggled her hips again, and my cock went fully hard. I pushed it up against her thighs, rocking against the surface of her bare pussy like an animal in heat.

Her spine arched, and a little moan escaped her full mouth. Like a whine of longing. All the blood in my head rushed down to my groin, and my mind went blank.

I buried my face into the side of her neck, kissing her hard. My hips worked, dragging my cock over her clit. My fingers slid down her waist, up the delicious curve of her hip. She moaned and squirmed, whimpering impatiently for more.

“Matvey,” she breathed. “Please. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

I found the seam of her naked pussy and stroked it gently. Teasing the little nub of her clit before dragging my middle finger down to where her wetness gathered.

“Does this pretty pussy need my cock, baby?” I whispered. “Tell me. Tonight, I’m all yours.”

Her grip clenched at her sides.

“Yes,” she panted. “I need you, Mat.”

Satisfaction settled on her face as I slid between her legs. My thigh pushed against her slippery clit, and I felt her arousal soak through my sweatpants and scorch my skin. Her teeth nibbled her soft lower lip, and her gaze dropped as I pushed my waistband down and bared my cock.

“We’ll start with the tip, baby,” I breathed.

She kissed me on the nose and kept perfectly still, gripping the edge of the counter like she was afraid she would fall off.

Then, with a quick nod, she egged me on.

I made her lean back a little and pressed a frantic kiss to her mouth. Her tongue darted out, brushing mine, and that burning touch went right down to my groin.

My ability to think or be rational completely shut down.

There was nothing in me except the feral urge to feel the warm heat of her wet pussy wrapped around my cock as she took me into her body.

I placed a hand on her knees and spread her thighs farther apart.

She whined, and her hips jerked. Her pussy looked wet, relaxed, and tight.

Heart pounding, I adjusted my hips and gripped myself by the base.

Her jaw tensed as the head of my cock slid against her opening, and her lashes fluttered as I pushed the very tip inside.

My vision flashed. I gritted my teeth to keep from slamming into her.

She was just perfect. More than enough. Even just this half inch of her. So fucking hot and so sensitive, I swore I felt her heartbeat pulsing around me.

She whimpered and bit down hard on her lower lip.

“Everything okay, baby?” I breathed.

She nodded hard. “It’s been a while, so it stings a little. Are you sure that’s just the tip and not all of it?”

“Yeah, you’re so fucking tight, baby. But…the tip? Now, that’s funny. But if you’re hurt, I’m pulling out.”

I shifted to pull out, but her legs wrapped around my waist tightly.

Her eyes were fierce and drunk with intense desire. “No, you’re not.”

I smirked and tugged on my oversized shirt. “Take it off,” I growled into her neck. “I want to see you.”

She raised her arms above her head, and I helped her ease the shirt off her body. The soft material dropped noiselessly beside her hip.

Heavy lids, a swollen mouth, hard nipples flushed pink. I bent and took one in my mouth and licked it once before sucking hard enough to hurt.

Her hips bucked in an involuntary spasm, and her pelvis hit mine.

The gasp that escaped from her lips was more of a strangled cry. I took a second to find my way through the sudden jolt of electricity and burst of intense pleasure around my cock to realize I was inside her pussy.

Almost, anyway.

She resisted by an inch or two.

But I’d broken through, and almost groaned at how heavenly she felt wrapped around me.

Her nails pierced my naked upper arms, digging into the skin and muscle.

“ Deeper ,” she whispered.

Her request echoed my thoughts, but the innermost part of me that didn’t want to hurt her had to ask:

“You sure you can take it?”

She flushed bright red, and her head fell back as I drew out halfway and thrust gently into her slick little cunt.

“Yes. Please. Deeper, baby.”

My jaw went hard, and my stomach tensed down to where our bodies joined.

Zoella and I had fucked a lot before, countless times—everywhere. But never in my life had I felt anything like this.

Every inch of her was made for me, from my cock to her pussy. It was specifically crafted to fill her until her pretty eyes rolled back in her head and she begged for relief.

Roughly, I dragged her off the counter and slammed her back against a wall, knocking the air out of her lungs.

I braced my knee and fucked her in short, shallow strokes to help her adjust to my size.

She squirmed, and the pink flush on her cheeks was the prettiest fucking thing I’d ever seen in weeks.

I buried my face against her chest, mumbling against her tight pink nipples straining from her breasts. “I fucking love you, baby.”

I thrust all the way in and paused, waiting for her to say it back.

Her lashes fluttered. “Why did you stop?”

“I said I love you, Zoella.”

She cupped my cheeks tenderly and placed a feather-light kiss beside my lips. “And it’s so sweet that you won’t move until I say it back, right?”

“Right.”

“Then, I won’t say it until after you move.”

I brushed back her long hair and gathered it in my fist. “Is this a power tussle? If it is, you know I’m in charge. I’ve always been. And you know you want me to fuck you so hard, you’ll barely feel your legs after in done with you.”

Her lips trembled, and the corners tugged up in a small smile.

“You like that?” I asked. “When I talk dirty to you?”

She nodded, and I bent, capturing her mouth with mine.

“So say it, baby,” I growled against her mouth, kissing her slowly as my cock grew impossibly hard deep inside. “Tell me you love me.”

She moaned. Her slender fingers dug into my chest, and pain sparked beneath her nails.

“I love you.”

I kissed her slowly. Mouths moving together, tongues brushing. Our tastes mingling.

And when I broke away, our lips still touched.

Just one taste of her was enough to make me feel like an addict, high on coke. Or some other shit the kids did these days.

I pumped my hips and slammed into her until my cock bottomed out. But I didn’t relent until I filled her up with my cum.

My hips ground her into the wall as I pounded into her, groaning and quaking while I blew off thick ropes of load into her.

“Take it all, baby,” I ordered. I didn’t want a single drop leaving her body. “And no, it’s not too early for Mira to have another sibling.”

She whimpered beneath me with a silent scream, shaking as her orgasm hit violently. But I didn’t relent until I was empty.

Then, inch by inch, I slid out of her and dropped her to her feet. She wobbled, falling against my chest, thoroughly breathless and flushed.

Her eyes were wide. “That was…wow! That was long and hard,” she whispered.

I wiped a bead of sweat off her upper lip and kissed her hair. “Yeah. I loved it.”

“And I want more.” She threw her arms around my neck, grinning mischievously. “We can go to one of the spare rooms upstairs. Just…whatever you do tonight, I don’t want you to stop or let go.”

And I didn’t stop. Not until she remembered exactly who she belonged to.