Page 26 of Sexting the Bratva Boss (Text to Touch)

I watched Eva walk to the full-length mirror to admire herself. From my angle, I could see her reflection. She was smiling, eyes bright with excitement about attending such an event for the first time .

"What do you think?" she asked, meeting my eyes in the mirror.

"What do YOU think?" This time I didn't give a direct answer.

"I think," she spun around, watching the red fabric create a graceful arc, "wearing this, I could conquer the world."

"You don't need to conquer the world," I walked slowly toward her. "You just need to conquer me."

Eva seemed to notice my undisguised, lustful gaze. Our eyes met in the mirror.

The next moment.

I pulled her tightly into my arms from behind.

I buried my face in the crook of her exposed, smooth neck, breathing in her scent deeply.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I rasped, my lips pressed against the skin behind her ear.

My cock had already grown hot and hard from her.

My hand traced the curve of her waist, slowly moving upwards, finally resting on her breasts, which were now even more pronounced in the dress.

She let out a suppressed moan, her body uncontrollably leaning back into my arms.

I lowered my head and gently bit her round shoulder with my teeth.

I found the high-slit hem of her dress and traced my fingers up her smooth thighs. Her legs instinctively clamped together, trapping my hand securely. My fingers touched the edge of that wet, warm spot. Through the lace, my fingers pressed against it.

To maximize the effect of the dress, she wore only a barely-there black thong. This revelation fueled the fire within me.

"Just a thong?" I swiped fiercely at her clit.

"This dress doesn't suit ordinary underwear," she replied shyly.

I pushed her forward, and her hands instinctively rested on the mirror, staring at herself in the mirror, completely controlled from behind.

"Ruslan, don't," she said, her voice trembling. "The dress will wrinkle. "

Ignoring her futile protests, I lifted the hem of the dress, gathering it around her slender waist with one hand, revealing her round, perky buttocks, accentuated by the thin black lace.

I hooked two fingers around the fragile lace and gently tugged. The pitiful thong snapped, slipping from between her legs and onto the floor.

I pressed her pussy tightly against the cold mirror, quickly soaking it. Then, my fingers plunged relentlessly inside.

"Ah!" she screamed, her body arching.

I made her look in the mirror, watching as I used two fingers to stir within her hot, tight vagina.

"Do you like it?" I whispered in her ear. "Do you like being played with like this in this dress?"

She bit her lower lip in shame, unable to speak, only a series of broken moans escaping her throat.

I pulled my fingers out, leaving behind a glistening wet stain. Before she could react, I unzipped my trousers.

I held my cock, now stretched to its limit, against her entrance, grinding it with a torturous grin. Eva couldn't bear it any longer. She reached behind her and grasped my enormous cock, urging, "Ruslan, come in quick."

"What?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Fuck me, Ruslan!"

"As you wish." I thrust forward, lowering my hips. The massive, hard cock pierced her directly.

Eva cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

I pinched her waist and began a primal thrust. Each impact caused our reflections in the mirror to sway wildly. Her breasts rubbed and deformed against the mirror's surface from the intense movement.

"Look in the mirror, Eva," I commanded. "Look at us."

She closed her eyes in shame.

I pinched her chin with my hand, forcing them open.

"Watch. Watch how I fuck you. "

Her lashes trembled as she watched the frantic sex in the mirror. She and I were both fully clothed now, and I had lowered her skirt to cover our connected parts. I deliberately lifted her skirt at this moment, revealing their connection perfectly in the mirror, allowing Eva to see it all.

"No, Ruslan, this is too wild."

I lifted one of her legs, draping it over my arm in a more humiliating position, making it easier for me to penetrate her.

This movement allowed me to penetrate deeper, more thoroughly.

"Oh, Ruslan, too deep, too good! Be gentle."

I reached out and grasped her jaw, twisting her face towards me, so that she could kiss me in an awkward position.

My tongue, mimicking the rhythm of my thrusts, pounded into her mouth.

I stole her breath, swallowing her uncontrollable moans.

Our tongues entwined and danced madly. Finally, I gently bit her swollen lips with my teeth.

Her body began to spasm violently, her inner walls contracting. I knew she was about to orgasm. Then, I released deep within her.

She leaned against the mirror, calming her breathing.

"It's not over yet, Eva." I unzipped the back of her dress, and it slid silently down her smooth skin to the floor.

She was now naked in front of the mirror.

Her body was a fucking masterpiece. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her perfect tits that bounced slightly as she tried to steady her breath. Her green eyes locked onto mine in the reflection, and I could see the hunger in them—raw, desperate, and completely fucking mine.

I was already leaking precum, my dick throbbing with the need to be inside her. I pressed the tip against her soaked pussy, teasing her, rubbing it up and down her slit.

"Yes," she gasped, arching her back. "I need you, Ruslan. Please… just fuck me!"

I pushed into her slowly, inch by inch, feeling her tight cunt stretch around me. She was so warm, so fucking tight, it almost made me lose it right then. But I held back, savoring every moment of it .

"Fuck," I groaned, my hands gripping her hips tighter. "You feel amazing, Eva. Your pussy is fucking perfect."

She whimpered, her hands pressed against the mirror as I started to move, thrusting into her with slow, deep strokes. Each time I pulled out, her cunt clung to me like it didn't want to let go. Each time I pushed back in, she gasped, her body trembling with pleasure.

I leaned forward, my mouth trailing down her neck as I fucked her harder, faster. My cock was buried deep inside her, each thrust hitting that sweet spot that made her scream.

"Harder!" she begged, her nails scratching at the mirror. "Fuck me harder, Ruslan!"

I obliged, slamming into her with everything I had. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with her moans and my groans. I reached around and grabbed one of her tits, pinching her nipple between my fingers as I continued to pound into her.

"You like that?" I snarled, my voice rough with desire. "You like it when I fuck you like this?"

"Yes!" she cried, her cunt tightening around my cock. "God, yes! Don't stop!"

I could feel her getting close, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm as it started to build. I shifted slightly, angling my cock to hit that spot inside her that drove her wild.

"Come for me, Eva," I commanded, my breath hot against her ear. "Let me feel that sweet pussy of yours squeeze my cock."

She screamed as her orgasm hit. Waves of pleasure crashed through her body, and she trembled uncontrollably as she came. The sight of her falling apart because of me was too much.

"Fuck!" I growled, my own release building fast. I grabbed her hips and fucked her even harder, driving my cock deep into her again and again until I couldn't hold back anymore. With a final thrust, I came hard, filling her pussy with my cum as I roared her name.

After our passion cooled, I looked at the mess we'd made .

That gorgeous red gown lay crumpled on the floor beneath our feet, wrinkled and stained with evidence of our desire.

It was definitely unwearable now.

I chuckled softly and scooped Eva up, carrying her toward the bathroom.

I grabbed my phone and called Anna.

"Have Jett send over a backup gown immediately. And get the makeup artist back here, too."