Page 62 of Forced Bratva Kidnapped Virgin
She took my shirt off and reached for my belt while pulling closer to me. I spread out her legs, the daring slit of her dress exposing her thighs. Fresh and smooth. She pulled out my belt, unzipped my pants, and dipped her hand inside.
I bent over, taking her perky breasts in my mouth, one after the other. My hand squeezed one while I sucked the other. She moaned, caressing my cock in a way that fanned the flames of my hunger.
She arched her back, swiping her hand through her hair as I reached under her dress and grabbed her panties by the waistband. I reveled in the look on her face when I yanked them off, sniffing them for a moment.
A mysterious smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth, as though she liked what I just did. I reciprocated the gesture, grabbed her by the thighs, and tugged her toward the edge of the counter.
After one more look at her expression, I bent over, going down on her.
Her chest rose, fingers curling around the edge. “Fuck, that feels so good,” she whimpered, locking her legs together.
I spread them apart again, my tongue flicking rapidly over her clit. She let out a series of breathy moans, her waist grinding against my mouth.
“God, I hate how much you turn me on,” she confessed, her voice a low whisper.
I didn’t realize how badly I’d missed this until now. Her juice was all over my mouth, her toes curling in reaction to my oral session.
She reached down, her fingers massaging my scalp while ruffling my hair. The more I ate, the louder her moans. When I glanced up, I noticed she’d covered her mouth with her free hand, attempting to muffle her moans.
Her face twisted in ecstasy, her legs shaking in the air. We locked eyes, and I basked in the hunger dancing in hers.
I continued eating, enjoying every bit of the process. She tried to pull away, overwhelmed by immense pleasure. But my strong arms had her ass pinned to the countertop.
Unable to take it anymore, she lay on her back, moaning with both hands in her hair. I pulled her closer, my tongue parting her vulva. She gripped the edges of the counter, her hips rising as if seeking deeper contact.
I raised my head and wiped her juice from my mouth. She positioned herself on her elbows, her eyes locked to mine as I stoked my length. Her gaze dropped, her teeth grazing her lower lip.
“You want this, don’t you?” I ran my cap along her wet entrance.
She breathed softly, her face a mask of pleasure.
“Answer me.”
She nodded.
“Say it.” I rubbed her clit, smearing my pre-cum over it.
“I want you,” she whimpered, legs shaking.
I pushed through her folds, the impact causing her breasts to bounce. Her pussy swallowed my cock, and her grip tightened around the edges. I raised her legs, placing her feet on my chest as I slammed my waist into her.
Her moans filled the air, echoing off the kitchen walls. My groin slapped against hers while plunging deeper and deeper inside her. A shiver ran down my spine, a gentle reminder of how badly I’d missed being inside her.
She sat upright, her arms slinging around my neck as she gazed into my eyes. I wrapped one hand around her waist, and with the other, I fondled her breasts.
Her waist ground into mine, her gaze unwavering, almost like she was savoring the look on my face. Or she wanted me to savor the expression on hers. Whatever the case, I like the idea of staring into her soul.
She reached out, reclaiming my lips while her manicured hands caressed my body. I touched every part of her, possessing every curve and contour with the knowledge that she belonged to me.
I lifted her off the counter with my elbows beneath her legs. She held me more tightly, her hands thrown around my neck as I began ramming her with relentless strokes.
Her hanging legs slipped through my elbows just enough to keep her entrance facing my groin. The rapid claps were as audible as her moans—before she sealed her mouth with the palm.
I didn’t take my eyes off her, nor did she. With my feet planted on the kitchen floor, I held her in my arms while driving mercilessly into her wet, slippery cunt.
She threw her head toward the ceiling, her face a mask of pleasure. Inaudible words spilled from her mouth as her eyes rolled backward. Her breasts bounced up and down, her hard nipples brushing slightly against my skin.
After my primal growl signaled my arrival, she hopped out of my arms and settled on her knees. Kiera grabbed my cock and began stroking with both hands.
