Page 45 of Forced Bratva Hostage
His fingers dug into my hair, his waist surging upward as if seeking a deeper connection.
Once done, I wiped my palm over my mouth and tugged down his pants before rising to straddle him. I grabbed his hard cock, positioning it at my entrance, and slowly, I slid down, feeling his shaft travel deep inside me.
I settled astride him, my thighs embracing his hips as our bodies aligned. His hands cupped my breasts, fingers tuning my erect nipples as my waist ground against his cock.
His strong hands roamed my torso, igniting the fire in me as I continued to slide forward and backward with slow, sensual motions.
I tilted my head down, watching the pleasure plastered on his expression, my dark hair spilling over my face like a curtain of silk. My hips swiveled, my body undulating as I rocked against him.
His fingers flew to my face, brushing my hair aside to reveal my lips, which he claimed in a second, devouring them like a hungry beast.
My skin glided against his, our bodies moving in sync with the passion burning in both of our eyes. He grabbed my waist, guiding and controlling my grind over his groin.
Afanasy pulled me deeper, his waist arching as he thrust underneath me. His fervent kiss left me breathless, his fingers digging into my skin. I moaned when he spanked my ass. “Yes!”
He did it again and again, the sweet pain jolting across my body. I took his head, clasping it against my chest, and his mouth, his hands, settled on my breasts.
As he sucked and squeezed them, my pelvis tilted, grinding hard against his. I arched my back, my chest pushing further into his face while working with his hands and mouth.
A finger traveled down my spine, causing my body to shiver at his touch, but I wouldn't stop gliding over his shaft.
He was buried deep inside me, and his hands were all over my body, claiming every curve and contour. The more I ground against him, the more my pace intensified, and soon, I was starting to lose my breath from how fast I rode him.
My movements grew more urgent, frantic by the second, as my body tensed with waves of passion. “Oh, my God, I think I'm gonna cum!” I groaned, my face contorting in pleasure.
His primal growl signaled his arrival, as well, his hands grabbing my hips, feeling me tremble.
My breath caught, and my eyes narrowed, focusing on my husband's face—masked with ecstasy. My features twisted, mouth opened in a silent scream as I ground vigorously.
His jaw clenched, muscles straining as his breathing quickened. I gasped, releasing whispers of pleasure, my hair whipping around my face.
The air was thick with tension, our climax looming over us with tantalizing promise.
I dug my fingers into his shoulders and quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, seeking an anchor. A low moan escaped my lips, my body shuddering as my climax burst forth, releasing a warm liquid rush.
Afanasy's legs trembled, his voice quivering with sensation. “I'm coming!”
“Yes! Give it to me. I want it!” The words tumbled out of my mouth, laced with desperation.
He unleashed another growl, his waist bucking, as he filled me up with his load.
“Yessss!” I screamed, my heart swelling with emotions.
His warmth traveled deep inside me, and at the same time, my essence flowed like honeyed wine. Our release was a symphony of pleasure that left us breathless in the end.
“Fuck,” I muttered, trembling at the sweetness coursing through my veins.
I panted, as spent and exhausted as he was. Our eyes met, and I let out a soft giggle, combing my hair back. “That was amazing.”
His lips curled into a bright smile. “No,you'reamazing because that was one hell of a ride.” He leaned forward to kiss my chest.
My cheeks flushed, feeling wrapped in his love and attention as I rested my head on his broad chest.
With him, I felt complete and safe, loved and adored, and I could only hope that things wouldn't change.
Chapter 17 – Afanasy
I stood in the living room, dressed up in a fancy black suit, a hand buried in my pocket, my eyes occasionally darting to my watch. What was taking her so long?