Page 27 of Sold to the Russian (Nikolai Bratva Brides #6)

Then he did as he always promised himself to do—eat her till she cried. He licked and sucked and bit until he got suffocated with her thighs, until she came three times, until tears slipped out the corners of her eyes, until her fingers hurt from how tightly she gripped his hair.

Then he leaned up finally, tugged his pants away until he was just as bare as she was. He looked at her face as he kneeled between her legs, stroking his cock over her stomach. Her hair was spiraled in waves against the pillows, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes watery, her lips swollen and red.

He’d never seen her look more beautiful.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, crawling back a little before raising her legs and lifting her hips. He pulled her closer with one hand on her ass before circling her clit with the head of his cock. His precum dripped down her folds, mixing with her slick. “I could look at you all day.”

Maeve’s fingers curled around the sheets as he nudged her open with his head.

He kept a bruising grip on her ass as he plunged his tip into her, just enough to feel her walls stretching around him.

His muscles stiffened as he struggled to hold himself together, his jaw hard as stone as he watched her greedy cunt clench around his tip, squelching when he pulled out and went in again.

Despite the pleasure written on her face, Fedya was surprised Maeve still had it in her to glare at him.

“It’s either you fuck me or you don’t.”

He grinned, raising her hips even higher as he continued fucking her with his tip alone. “Glad to see you’ve still got a mouth on you.” And then, without warning, he rammed into her completely, barely giving her time to adjust before pulling out completely and slamming into her again.

“Fuck,” she cried, her nails ripping into the sheets as her body propelled forward with every punishing thrust from him.

Fedya was on his knees, driving his cock into her with a lustful aggression that made his head spin.

He loved it, loved the feeling of her tight, warm cunt stretching around him, fluttering in response to every thrust, every loud slap of his hips against hers.

His muscles rippled in his arms and chest as he sank in deeper, growling with every long thrust, reveling in the way she writhed beneath him, doing absolutely nothing to hold herself together.

Fuck, she was tighter than he imagined, pulsing around him when he paused his repeated thrusts and settled for grinding his hips against hers instead, stirring his cock deep in her pussy.

He could die between her legs and die a happy man.

“Oh god, I’m gonna come,” Maeve whimpered in a stuttered breath, thrashing on the bed. She squeezed herself around him, biting down hard on her bottom lip until she drew blood.

Bliss. All round bliss was the only thing Fedya was feeling. He was burning in it, drowning in it, soaring in it. She was the embodiment of perfection he didn’t believe existed.

He pulled out with a grunt, flipped her over so she was on top.

He sat up on the bed as he sat her astride him, caught her wrists, pinned them behind her back, and fucked her through the sound of her moans and the slap of skin.

Sweat slicked both of their skin as he leaned forward, sucking a hard nipple into his mouth, enjoying the way her tits bounced in his face.

“I want to watch you ride my cock like a greedy, little slut,” he murmured against her neck, letting go of her wrists.

His nails gripped her hips tight enough to break skin.

She moaned, pain and pleasure blurring into one.

“I need to feel every inch of this fucking pussy milking me. And you won’t come, not until I say so. ”

Her nails dug into his chest as he stretched her open again, his hands branding her waist as he guided her movement, forcing her to take him deeper.

He watched her bounce on him, sweat-slicked, open-mouthed, eyes open.

The pace was brutal, needy, his hips meeting hers halfway as he lost patience, gripping her throat with one hand while the other fisted in her hair.

She let out a long moan, clenching around him, and he leaned up, biting at her neck.

His stomach muscles locked up, his orgasm approaching with lightning speed.

“Please,” she begged, her fingers in his hair. “Please, let me come.”

His smile was a dark curve at the base of her throat. “Told you you’d beg, didn’t I?” Then he pulled back and raked his nail over her clit. “Now be a good girl and come for me.”

And she did. In that very second, she was falling apart for him, around him, because of him.

Her strength left her collapsing against him, nothing but a sweaty, trembling mess.

He fucked her through it with the last of his restraint, his breaths heavy against her ear before a white-hot, mind-numbing pleasure slammed into him, blurring his senses, leaving him dazed and breathless.

His muscles spasmed around her, hot ropes of cum splattering against her walls, mixing with hers and leaking down his cock that was still buried in her cunt.

His eyes found hers looking down at the mess they made, and he shifted slightly, his skin prickling with heat against the damp bedsheets. He never wanted to leave, never wanted a second when he wasn’t inside her.

And right there and then, the realization that he was, in fact, falling madly in love with her slammed into him like a freight train.