Page 48 of The Bratva's Forced Bride

My mouth covered one of her soft mounds and teeth scraped over her pebbled skin. Her hands flew to my shoulder, nails digging in, and her head lolled backward.

“Mark ...I …”

“Hmm, baby? What do you need.”

I sucked and pressed her breasts together. Her fingers squeezed and her gasps were like music in my ears. I dragged wet kisses over her taut skin. She shuddered in my arms and held me closer. Her lips brushed my jaw and nibbled on my chin.

“You.” She moaned.

“You have me,” I growled.

In a flurry of motion, my hands slipped into her panties, gripped her ass and I sat her down on the desk. I yanked her to the edge and tore off her panties. My fingers dug into her thighs and held her down, right where she belonged. Here, with me. She felt like home.

I spread her legs wide and dropped to my knees, my cock so hard it hurt like hell at the sight of her.

She was so beautiful. So, fucking perfect. My mouth hovered over her dripping wetness between her legs, and I blew on it.

“Mark…”

Her back arched and her fingers tugged at my hair. I blew again and watched her eyelids fall shut and her lips open. If I could, I would have taken a photo and kept it for a long time. The hairs on my skin sang and my body hummed.

She wrapped her legs around my neck and hauled my face closer.

I smirked, peering up at the sweat droplets on her face. Relentlessly, I slid two fingers down her slit and her thighs clenched around me. “Ready for me, baby?”

“Yes.”

I sucked her clit into my mouth, and feverish goose bumps broke out on her skin. She mumbled a bunch of gibberish and I shuddered and let out a guttural groan. I cupped my erection and pressed hard against it to not blow in my pants, as I licked my tongue over her sweet, hot pussy. She moved her hips and pushed against my tongue.

She made a rough noise behind her throat and tightened her grip on my hair. “I’m so close.”

I grated my teeth. “Not yet.”

I rose to my feet, impatience surging through me like an electric current. When the zip of my pants came off, my cock sprung out. Straight as an arrow. And when she put her lips on mine, I buried my length into her warmth. Her pussy clamped around me so tightly, I could hardly think.

The desk scraped on the floor and pens clattered on it. I slid my hands to the sides of her face, covered her mouth with mine, and sucked on her tongue.

“Mark…” she whispered in between moans. Damp strands of hair stuck on her forehead and her tits bounced. I growled.

“Fuck. Nothing feels as good as you.”

“Oh my God …Mark!”

I jerked and drove deeper till I hit her core. My strong arms lifted her from the desk, and I thrust faster and harder. My thighs clenched; my breath caught in my throat.

Fuck.

I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.

Her legs spread wider, and her heels dug into the back of my legs. She was fighting, battling for control. We jerked forward at the same time, slamming with intensity. Her nails drew a long scratch on my back and the moan that left us was bone deep.

I was completely mindless with pleasure.

I tried to speak, but stars dotted my vision. The muscles tensed, my cock twitched and jerked, and my hot seeds shot inside, in long spurts. Spilling down her legs and over the table.

And when she reached her orgasm and screamed my name, it was pure ecstasy.

Chapter 18 - Addison