Page 90 of Forced Bratva Kidnapped Virgin
“Come here, boy!” I wrapped my arm around him, laughing as he giggled with shuddering shoulders.
“Hey, beautiful,” Nial greeted me, pulling me close.
“Hi, handsome.”
“Ready to go home?”
“With you?” My smile widened. “Always.”
He reached down and kissed my lips, his arm going around my waist.
***
Later that night, after putting baby Nik to sleep in his nursery, I stepped out onto the balcony for some fresh air. My fingers clenched around the cold steel railing as I sipped from my glass, eyes fixed across the horizon.
The cool breeze brushed against my face, mingling with the sense of calm that washed over me. The hem of my see-through nightgown grazed my thighs, the light fabric swirling in the wind.
Above, the full moon was hanging somewhere in the clear night sky, its ethereal glow silvering everything it touched. The city sprawled beneath me, alive and pulsing.
I drained the remaining red wine in my glass down my throat and let out a soft sigh.
“What’re you doing out here on your own?” My husband’s voice came from behind, his possessive arms claiming my waist.
I leaned back into his bare chest, a smile playing on my lips. The scent of his cologne filled the air around me, mixed with that of shampoo and conditioner.
His body was still a bit wet, hinting that he’d just stepped out of the shower.
“You smell nice,” I whispered, a familiar spark catching within me.
His hands found my breasts, and he began squeezing—fondling. He kissed the nape of my neck from behind, his erection brushing against my ass.
“Hmmm.” I breathed softly. “Someone’s horny tonight. Are you trying to turn me on?”
“No, I’m not,” he answered. “If I were, I’d do this.” He pinched my nipples deliciously, his touch drawing a moan from my mouth. “And this….”
I arched my back when his hands slowly crept up my tunnel, his fingers teasing me. It wasn’t until I reached for his cock that I realized he was already naked.
“Ooohhh,” I moaned, stroking his length.
His hands settled on my underpants, and he slid a finger through the side. I bit my lower lip, my body writhing against him, slow and smooth. His middle finger slid inside me, then his index followed, stretching me out.
“Hmmmmm. Yesss.”
Lost in the sea of ecstasy, I accidentally dropped the glass, and it shattered across the floor. However, neither of us reacted to it; we just kept touching each other under the moonlight as though nothing had happened.
He lifted the hem of my dress, yanked off my panties, and went on his knees. I placed one leg on the railing, gripping it tightly, my anticipation mounting by the second.
His tongue licked my asshole, and I flinched when he spanked my ass. With his thumb, he caressed my wet pussy while eating my salad. My mouth fell open in a silent scream as a sweet sensation sprinted through my body.
My hanging leg trembled on the railing, my grip tightening around the steel. “No, fuck, that feels so good.”
He pushed his thumb into my cunt, his tongue still glued to my exit hole. I wasn’t sure what exactly he was doing. But whatever it was, it sure was intense enough to leave me gasping for air.
As the minutes ticked by, he began eating more ferociously while fingering my pussy at the same time.
“Uuuhh—ahhh…” I moaned, my palm flying to cover my mouth. “Fuck me, please—fuck that ass.”
He spanked my butt, refusing to take his mouth off. I combed my fingers through my hair, barely able to contain the fire burning within me.
