Page 29 of The Bratva's Forced Bride
How’s that supposed to fit inside me?
“Spread, baby.”
His command sent a strange tingling to my center. A pulse throbbed, begging for pressure and friction, and my breath caught as he hovered over me.
When he saw just how soaking wet I was, his pupils dilated.
He stroked his fist up and down his cock, keeping his eyes fixated on my pussy. With his other hand, he slid down my stomach and dipped his middle finger inside me.
“So wet,” he rumbled, smearing my arousal up and down my slit.
Shit! A delicious shiver rushed through me. I was already on the verge of a climax, but I had to say this.
“Mark…” I gulped and his eyes coasted to my face. “You’re not going to fit.”
“Logan had a small dick, didn’t he?” A gruff laugh escaped him.
A blush rose on my skin. I felt embarrassed and nervous at the same time. I didn’t want to talk about Logan’s size or even think about comparing it to Mark’s. It wasn’t a competition. Sex with Logan was okayish, but deep down I knew that no one made me feel the way Mark did.
“By the time I’m done with you, I promise you’ll forget that your fiancé even has a dick.”
Without waiting for my reaction, he pushed the tip of his cock against my entrance and thrust his hips forward, just enough for me to feel his inches inside me.
My eyelids fluttered shut and I shifted my hips, hooking my nails on his shoulder and adjusting to his size. He jerked again, pulled back, and … drove in deeper. Holy shit.
“Oh …,” I gasped.
“You okay? Look at me,” he ordered.
“So big … and deep,” I panted.
He covered my mouth with his, groaned, kissed me hungrily and I could swear I felt him smile through the kiss.
Bastard.
I was already a vibrating mess. His big hand was on my breast, his fingers rolling my hard nipples. The other hand gripped my leg at his waist, holding me hostage as he pumped in and out with punishing thrusts.
“You missed me, didn’t you?” I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but he thrust deeper again. “Tell me you fucking missed me, baby.”
Tears formed at the back of my eyes. He felt so damn good; I was getting so close, but I didn’t want to let go. Not yet. I wanted to stay in the space between floating and pleasure a little longer.
“Yes, I've missed you.” I drew in a sharp breath.
“I know you have.”
“Mark!” His name rang out in a choppy cry.
“Give it,” he demanded and slammed harder into me.
Hot pleasure washed over me, my muscles tensed, and I trembled. I felt as if I was falling into a million pieces.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,”
My orgasm was still pulsing inside me when he quickly pulled out and turned me onto my stomach. He grabbed me by the waist, raised my hips, my ass pushed into him, and he slammed forward, pushing every inch into me without remorse, each thrust growing more intense by the second.
The bed creaked under our weight, mingling with our groans. He rode me. Tugged at my hair. Slapped my ass. His arm slid underneath me, and his fingers stroked my clit. My body was on fire, bringing me closer and closer to the edge of combustion.
Another slap on my ass, then he turned me around again, I locked my ankles under his ass, and he lifted his body off mine. His hips didn’t stop moving and one of his hands lifted my ass off the bed while the other stayed on my clit. I choked on a happy sob as his fingers circled my needy bundle of nerves, and he leaned forward sucking on my nipples.