Page 73 of Forced into a Bratva Marriage
“Yes, sir,” she replied, pushing the door open.
We both stepped out of the vehicle and slid into the backseat, then shut the doors behind us. I rushed at her, devouring her lips with the fervency of a man who couldn’t get enough.
Her hands were all over me, pushing my jacket off entirely and loosening my tie. I pulled her closer, feeling the softness of her breasts against my chest.
Breathless, Ellie ripped apart the buttons of my undershirt, a move that revealed her desperation. She pushed me back onto the seat, straddling me without thinking twice. Her hair spilled over her face as our kiss deepened, and she moaned in my mouth.
She ground her hips against me, her movements slow and rhythmic. My hand slipped under her legs as our heads tilted sideways. I caressed her inner thighs before settling on her underpants. She was already soaking wet.
“Ohh, fuck, yes,” she whimpered, tipping her head back.
My fingers shifted her panties to the side and slid in effortlessly.
She moaned again, her body trembling this time.
“How long have you wanted me?” I teased, looking at her face while fingering her pussy.
She bit her lower lip, her waist twisting and twirling. “Long enough.”
I reclaimed her lips, tasting the wine she’d had earlier. She reached down and struggled with my belt for a moment. Once it was loose enough, she broke the kiss again, glanced down, and dipped her hand inside.
“So hard,” she whispered, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips.
I let out a quiet groan as she began stroking my length. My hands reached up, tugging down the straps of her dress to reveal her perfect breasts. She lifted her hips inches higher and positioned my cock outside her entrance before sliding down onto it.
So warm.
So slippery.
She arched her back, her waist grinding against mine. I fondled her curves, reaching to take her nipples in my mouth. Her moans filled the air, her hair cascading down her back as she threw her head upward.
I wrapped my arms around her body, pulling her closer while my cock traveled deeper inside her. She caressed my hair, her fingertips massaging my scalp. A small gesture. But it was as sexy as it was relaxing.
She quickened her pace, her movements becoming more and more frantic by the second. The car bounced on its tires, the leather seats crunching beneath our weights.
I slapped her ass, burying my face between her breasts. She winced in response, her arms around my neck.
In a split second, I lifted her off me, positioning her on all fours. She placed one hand on the glass and, with the other, she grabbed the headrest of the driver’s seat for support.
Draping the hem of her gown over her waist, I yanked down her panties, just below her upper thighs. Enough to grant access to her honeypot.
I spanked her ass with both hands, reveling in the sound that fell off her lips. I bent over, buried my face between her thighs, and began licking her nectar.
“Oh, my God!” she whimpered, legs shaking beneath her.
I spanked that ass again, my tongue parting her folds with practiced ease. The longer I ate her from the back, the wetter she became, and the more loudly she moaned.
Once done, I managed to straighten in that cramped space, my cock finding its way inside her.
She moaned as her pussy stretched out to accommodate me, her palm pressed hard against the glass. With relentless strokes, I began ramming her from the back.
“Oh, yeah, Karik. Fuck me harder!”
I reached for her hair, grabbed a handful, and tugged at it.
“Fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes…!” The words burst out of her in a frantic rush.
I pulled on her hair, making sure her face mirrored the glass while I hit her from the back.
