Page 87 of The Bratva's Auctioned Bride

I can’t take it anymore. I want her so badly, and I’ve been so patient all night.

As she kisses me, her movements become more frantic, her hands drifting down and pulling at my belt. She’s struggling with it, so I grab it and tug it free, then rip my pants open to pull my cock out. She bites her lip as she looks down at it, throbbing, thick veins pulsing over it.

“It’s always a little scary when I see how big it is,” she whispers.

“Princess, your perfect little pussy loves my cock, it loves to be stretched open and filled up,” I remind her as I lift her hips and hook my fingers in her panties again.

I tug them aside and pull her forward. Positioning her over my cock, unable to hold back for one more second, I pull her down onto me, thrusting up into her as I do so and slamming my cock into her tight little body.

She cries out, grabbing my shoulders and digging her fingers into me.

“Oh fuck,” she stammers as I lift her and thrust her down onto me again.

My cock pulses with lust as she fights for breath, tilting her head back and letting me lift her and drop her onto my cock, like a toy I’m using for my own pleasure. She’s my little cock sleeve, my princess, my dirty little whore, my wife, my love… she’s everything I need, and as I watch her enjoying being fucked by me, I can’t help but thrust into her harder and harder.

Suddenly, it’s not enough, and I want to fuck her even more fiercely. I lift her and turn to lay her down on the sofa. Lying down on top of her, I spread her legs and wrap my hand around her throat, holding her while I pound into her.

She lifts one of her legs, folding it against her chest, letting me reach deeper into her pussy. Her eyes roll back, and her lips part in ecstasy.

“My good little girl, my beautiful little whore,” I growl. “Do you like being fucked?”

She nods, biting her lip, a coy glimmer in her eyes. With a cheeky grin, she lifts her head and sinks her teeth into my shoulder. The pain shoots through me, and I growl, surprised but turned on like crazy.

I tighten my grip around her throat and slap my hand hard across the inside of her thigh, letting my fingertips sting against her clit.

She screams, but spreads her legs wider. “Again,” she gasps.

This time, I slap her right on her clit, and she loses her mind.

Her entire body goes rigid, her pupils dilate, and she stops breathing for a moment. Her pussy locks down on my cock, every muscle tightening and then suddenly releasing as she gushes, warm liquid rushing over me as she squirts all over my cock.

“Oh, fuuuck,” I groan with excitement, exploding inside her, lost to her and her perfection.

We’re breathless and shocked at how every time we have sex, it just gets better.

“I’ve never experienced that before,” she whispers, giggling.

“Me either, but it is definitely my new favorite thing,” I grin, wrapping my hand around her head and locking my lips against hers to kiss her.

It takes us a moment to adjust our clothes so that we look decent again, hopeful that no one will notice the damp marks on my black pants after I splash pool water on them to wash off the evidence of our sneaky, stolen moment.

Walking back to the party, she leans against me, my arm around her, our hearts happy. She looks up at me and, beneath the glittering stars, she says, “Diomid, I can’t imagine a life without you. You are my everything.”

“I love you too, princess,” I whisper back, kissing her one more time before we slip back into the tent.

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THE END