Page 21 of Surprise Bratva Daddy
"That's better," he grumbles, moving his hips. He begins thrusting, slowly at first, and then a little faster. "You're so tight, Monroe. You're squeezing my cock so hard. I don't think I'm going to last very long inside of you."
"But you shouldn't cum inside," I blurt, grabbing his arm. My fingers press into his sturdy muscle, hoping to gain some kind of emotional stability from it. Some kind of reason amidst the chaos.
"Why not?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Are you not on birth control?"
"Obviously not," I reply.
He laughs, thrusting a bit slower. "How long has it been since you've been with a man? You're not a virgin, are you?"
"No," I reply just a little too quickly. I don't feel like he's going to believe me, but I have had sex before, even if it's been a while. A long while. A very long while.
"It's okay," he says, smiling a little. "We can do whatever you're comfortable with."
"Just... don't cum inside me," I reply, letting go of his arm. "I don't want to get pregnant."
"I'll pull out," he assures me, pressing me back down into the chair. His movements become more intense, and he picks up the pace again. I can feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of me, and I love it. It feels incredible, and the more he fucks me, the better it gets.
I arch my back and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him in even deeper. He growls, his fingers digging into the cushion.
"Fuck," he grunts.
I can feel an orgasm building, and I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing on the sensation. He's close to, but I want to cum first. I need to finish while he's still inside of me. I want to climax around his girth.
I pull him in, riding him just as much as he’s riding me. My eyes are closed so hard that I’m seeing stars, but I stay in the moment, focusing on the rising warmth in my core, the tingling essence of the purest form of relief. I need it, and I need his body to give it to me.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to cum,” Zane says, his body stiffening.
“Wait, wait,” I moan, grabbing at his arm and trying to get him to continue thrusting. “I’m almost there.”
“Jesus, Monroe, I’m going to burst,” he groans, his voice deep and gravely as he struggles not to pump his load inside of me.
Unfortunately, that’s the one thing that would tip me over the edge, and my body refuses to give in and allow me to climax until he’s pumping me full of his seed. I pull him deeper, milking him with my body, begging for his cum inside of me.
“You wanted me to pull out,” he says, his words coming in short gasps.
“Cum inside,” I beg. “Fill me up. Let’s take the risk.”
He doesn’t need more permission than that. As reckless as it is, he cums inside of me. The floodgates open, and we both climax together. Waves of colorful lights flash across my vision, and I lose sight of the man above me. I lose sight of everything but the immense pleasure coursing through every muscle and bone in my body.
In an instant, both of our futures are rewritten by a choice that should never be made lightly. And yet, here we are. Two different people from different worlds, coming together to create something beautiful.
14
Zane
Idon’t know whether I’ve just pulled off the most incredible manipulation of all time, or I’ve gotten myself into even deeper trouble than I was in before. Time will tell, but until I get Monroe to spill the truth about what she saw on that flash drive, I have to continue this little charade.
I can’t say that I mind it, though. With her soft hair cascading over my skin as she rests her head on my chest and sleeps, I feel like I’m in heaven. Rarely do I feel this good. It wasn’t just the sex, either. There’s something else about her that makes me feel… Well, I’m not really sure how I feel, but it’s good. That’s the best way I can describe it.
But I need keep that feeling hidden from everyone, especially Monroe. Feelings are weaknesses in the Bratva. It’s better to avoid them entirely, or you risk making crucial mistakes when the time comes for ruthless decision-making.
After a while, she stirs, her eyes opening and her long eyelashes fluttering as she looks up at me. Her lips curl into a smile, and her cheeks turn a cute shade of pink. "Good morning," she says softly.
"Good morning to you too, princess," I reply, running my hand over her smooth cheek.
She lets out a small, satisfied sigh, closing her eyes again. "This is the most comfortable bed I've ever slept in," she mutters.
"I'm glad you're enjoying it," I reply, petting her hair. "I think we're going to have a lot of good times in this bed.
