Page 24 of Forced & Pregnant Bratva Bride (Tarasov Bratva #13)

Her other hand reached down for me, fingers curling a handful of my hair. “Yes, baby. Right there, keep going….”

My tongue moved faster, teasing and exploring her entrance with more urgency.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” Her voice deepened, legs shaking like a leaf. “I think I’m gonna come.”

Hmm. That’s more like it.

I kept eating and increasing my pace.

“You’re driving me crazy,” she whispered, arching her back, her breath coming in short gasps. “Whatever you do, don’t stop—I’m almost there.”

I didn’t stop. I continued eating, unable to get enough of her.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, and a cry broke from her throat—low, shaky, and desperate. “Fuck! I’m coming,” she announced, the words tumbling from her mouth in a rush.

I felt her muscles tighten, her thighs trembling around my neck as she gripped the sheets, her waist arching higher than ever. She convulsed, back bowing as a wave of ecstasy washed over her. I took my mouth off her, and that was when her dam exploded.

She cried out, squirting like water from a fuckin’ fountain. Her toes curled, eyes completely rolled back in ecstasy. Her whole body was shaking, her hand in my hair as if to keep her brain from exploding.

I watched her with the smirk of a satisfied man, my eyes drinking in this remarkable sight, one that I would always remember. When the shaking stopped and the orgasm finally let her breathe, her back collapsed on the bed, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

She adjusted, balancing back on her elbows as she stared at me, shocked and pleased—unsure about what just happened. Her lips parted into a charming smile that lit up her face, her eyes shining like a thousand sapphires.

“Who are you, and what have you done with Egor?” she asked, surprise flickering in her gaze.

Beaming with pride, a small smirk tugged at the corners of my mouth as I wiped her juice off my lips. “You taste so good,” I said, meaning every word.

“And you’re so skilled,” she confessed, holding my gaze. “You make me feel incredible.”

I leaned in, my hands slowly tracing the curves of her sexy body. My mouth settled on her right breast, then on her left, before my lips locked to her. We shared a fervent kiss, slow and reverent.

She pushed forward, both of us rising to our knees, the bed frame creaking beneath us. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her tongue invading my mouth in a hot kiss I could not resist.

Leona left my lips and kissed my neck, going down to my chest. She bent forward, taking my cock in her hand. “It’s so big,” she said, glancing up at me. “And hard too.” Her lips curled into a mischievous grin.

I drew in a deep breath, basking in the euphoria of her small hands wrapped around my length. Warm. Careful. Reverent. She stroked me slowly, her eyes flickering to glance at me. The way she handled my cock—like she worshipped the thing—was a clear indication that she wanted me to feel everything.

And I did.

She dipped her head down, kissed my cap, then her lips parted, taking in my cock.

“Fuck,” I groaned, tipped my head upward, and reveled in the heat of her mouth.

Her tongue twirled around my cap, her fingers massaging my balls—gentle and reverent.

She took me deeper, her rhythm unhurried, like she wanted to take her time with me.

She glanced up at me again, her hand stroking me with practiced ease.

Her lips curled into a mischievous grin, a thread of drool linking her bottom lip to my cap.

I groaned.

Leona dipped her head even lower, her tongue licking my sac before swallowing it cautiously. She sucked on my balls while stroking my length, and the feeling unraveled something in me.

She moved with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing. Not some amateur girl trying to prove herself. She left my sack, licked me up until her mouth was warm around my cock again.

Damn.

Her head bobbed, the soft wet sound of her devotion sending cold shivers down my fuckin’ spine. Her controlled breaths filled the space between us, her hands and mouth working magic on me. I tipped my head backward in sheer pleasure.

She didn’t stop. Leona continued, proving that she, too, was great at pleasing her partner.

My body trembled, electric sparks coursing through my blood, and my muscles hardened. I steeled myself, groaning like a wounded lion, unable to hold in my excitement.

I was lost, drowning in a sea of ecstasy, and to ground myself, I reached down and found her hair. I felt myself coming undone, the muscles in my body straining tight. “God….”

I lowered my head just in time to catch her eyes glinting in the light, her gaze soft and tender. She watched me closely, her head moving back and forth, followed by her gentle strokes.

A handjob and a blowjob at the same fuckin’ time. That was enough to make the strongest man come—especially when the performer was as skilled as my wife.

My knees quaked, my body stiffened, and my jaw locked in as I let out a guttural groan that signaled my arrival.

She didn’t stop. No. Instead, she pulled off her mouth, sat on her heels, and kept stroking my cock while looking up at me. The eye-to-eye contact unraveled me in ways I didn’t know were possible. My lips parted in a soundless scream, muscles contracting as she stroked me hard and fast.

“Do it,” she urged, her voice soft but urgent, eyes still locked to mine. “Cum on my face. I wanna feel your warmth.” She cast a seductive look at me, teeth grazing her lower lip.

And with that, I exploded, spraying my load all over her skin. She arched her head, closed her eyes, and stuck out her tongue, as if hoping to catch at least a drop of my essence.

“It’s so warm,” she said, her voice tinged with a hint of satisfaction, like she’d been waiting for this for a long time.

Once I was empty, my ass dropped to my heels, my breath hard to catch, eyes pinned on this incredible lover. I watched her in awe, wondering where she’d been all my life.

She heaved a sigh, swallowing the few drops of me that she could salvage. Leona met my gaze, my load smeared across her face and some parts of her chest.

I leaned in, palming the back of her neck as I sealed her lips with a slow, hot kiss. “What the fuck did you just do to me?” I asked, unable to keep the question in.

“Nothing compared to this,” she whispered and spun me around with a strength I didn’t know she had.

The next second, I was lying on my back, gazing up at her. She straddled me, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of my body. Leona wiped the load on her chest, smearing the remnant over her nipples.

My lips curled into a faint smirk, my cock standing tall like the fuckin’ Eiffel Tower.

She reached down and positioned my cock directly outside her entrance. And with one slow, fluid motion, she slid all the way down, a soft sigh leaving her mouth.

Her palms smoothed down my torso, fingers tracing the ridges of my abs like she was learning me by touch. She leaned in and kissed my lips, then the nape of my neck, before rising again. Her hands snapped to her chest, fingers grazing her nipples, eyes fluttering closed.

She moved with grace—slow and deliberate—her hips rolling in a fluid rhythm that left me wanting more. She rode my cock with practiced ease, like she wasn’t just taking me but rather savoring me.

I grabbed her waist, guiding her movement, my eyes fixed on her face, masked with pleasure. “God, look at you,” I whispered in awe, watching her do her thing. “Gorgeous.”

“You like that?” she asked, teasing, her hips grinding harder but slower. “You like watching me like this?”

I nodded, my hands skimming the soft curves of her ribs until they settled on her perky breasts. I cupped them gently, thumbs grazing her nipples. “You’re so perfect,” I added, angling my hips upward, my rhythm matching hers.

A small grin played at the corners of her lips. “Don’t take your eyes off me,” she whispered, holding my gaze for a moment.

I wasn’t going to.

She threw her head backward, her red hair cascading down her spine as she moved her waist as though her hips had no bones.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that,” I confessed, feeling my muscles contracting.

Her lips curled into a mischievous smile, her waist writhing with effortless grace. “Don’t you dare come until I say so,” she said, her voice laced with authority, like a woman who knew she was in total control.

I held it back in, face contorting in pleasure.

She kept going, twisting and twirling around my cock like she owned the damn thing. Soft purrs escaped her lips—those sweet moans driving me closer to the edge.

She dominated. Every movement of her body was slow and deliberate, as if each grind held a meaning. I watched her, mesmerized, hands roaming her body, owning every inch, every curve. She ground against my cock with calm proficiency, the kind that had me losing my fuckin’ mind.

“Say my name,” she demanded, her voice dripping with desperation. “I wanna hear it.”

“Leona,” I called, my face twisting in sheer pleasure.

“Yes,” she answered, hips grinding back and forth with a trained skillfulness that left me unraveled. “Again.”

“Leona.” I gripped her waist, not to control her movement but to anchor myself.

She was so beautiful when she moved like that, like she was made for this, made for me .

“You’re close, aren’t you?” She looked down at my face, which was contorted in ecstasy. “Don’t hold back. Cum for me—I wanna feel you inside me.”

I let out a desperate sigh and an even deeper groan.

She continued rocking her waist around me, her moves instinctively poised. “I won’t stop until you do.”

With a primal growl, I gasped, spilling inside her, my grip tightening around her waist.

“Yesssss!” She threw her head back, accepting my load. “Gimme all of you. I want every single drop.”

I bucked my hips, pushing deeper inside her, filling her up with my essence. “Fuck!” The word fell from my lips, eyes wide with astonishment.

This was the best sex I’d ever had because for the first time, I didn’t just fuck some random woman I was attracted to. No. I made love to my wife and connected with her on multiple levels.

She let out a satisfactory sigh and collapsed on my body—head on my chest, my dick still deep in her pussy.

Breathless, we both lay in silence, each processing what had just happened. Even though we hadn’t spoken about it yet, one thing was certain—things would never be the same again. Not after such powerful lovemaking.

This was the start of a new chapter, one I hoped I was prepared for.