Page 26 of Surprise Bratva Daddy
She moans, her body trembling. "Then spank me harder. Make me forget about how you ruined my life."
I groan, running my fingers over her skin. She's so soft, and her skin is turning pink where I've hit her. Her body is reacting well, and I'm tempted to slide my fingers between her thighs to see just how wet she is.
I pull my hand back, spanking her again. She moans again, burying her face in the couch cushion.
"You're loving this, aren't you?" I ask, my cock growing harder and harder.
"So are you," she replies, pushing back against me.
"Damn right," I mutter. "You're making me want to blow my load all over your belly."
"Blow it in my mouth," she challenges. "No risk and no mess."
I can't argue with that logic. I pull her off my lap, standing up and pressing her to the ground. She lands on her knees, scooting up to me and clawing at my pants. She yanks them down, and my cock springs free. It's rock hard. She wraps her lips around it, sucking gently. It feels like heaven even though I don't deserve any of it.
"God, yes," I groan, running my fingers through her hair. "Suck my cock, Monroe. Make me cum."
"Yes, sir," she says, taking my length deeper into her throat.
She doesn't seem afraid of me anymore, but she is still angry. I can tell by the way she grabs my balls and pulls on them just a little too hard. Her fingernails dig into my skin, and she looks up at me with a smirk.
I'm not complaining, though. The pain only intensifies the pleasure, and I find myself enjoying her roughness. Besides, nothing can really hurt me the way I've been hurt in the past. Emotional damage leaves much deeper wounds. The ones on my skin are nothing compared to the ones that haunt my dreams.
I close my eyes, letting her suck and slurp my cock. It's the most incredible thing I've ever felt, and I'm sure she knows it. She takes pride in what she's doing, quickly forgetting about her anger and focusing more on making me cum.
I let out a deep breath, feeling my orgasm building. She can sense it, too, and she starts to suck faster. I'm not going to be able to hold it back much longer. Everything inside me is coming to a head, and all the tension in my body is beginning to unravel. Wave after wave of pure, unrelenting bliss flow through me, and my mind goes blank.
When I finally finish, I grab the back of the couch for balance. Monroe keeps sucking, milking every last drop of cum from my cock. It's like she's trying to kill me.
"Jesus Christ, woman," I moan, running my hands through my hair.
"Good?" she asks, wiping her mouth and giving me a devious little smile.
"You have no idea," I say, pulling her to her feet.
I pull her jeans and panties down her legs, grabbing her hips and sitting back on the couch. She straddles my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck and resting her head against my shoulder. I hold her tightly, closing my eyes and inhaling deeply.
She smells like heaven, her sweet scent mixing with the aroma of her arousal.
"You're soaking wet," I whisper, running my hand up her thigh to her pussy. The juices are rolling down her legs, unable to be kept at bay any longer. Her body is speaking to me, begging for more.
"It's your fault," she replies, kissing my neck.
I chuckle, pressing my lips to hers. Her mouth opens, and her tongue slips into mine. We kiss slowly and passionately, our bodies pressed together. It's intimate, something I didn't expect from her. She should be a lot angrier at me than she is right now.
I break the kiss, pulling her back. "Are you not angry at me anymore?"
She looks down at her lap, a pensive expression on her face. "No, I am. But you're so irresistible, it's hard for me to stay mad at you. I don't want you taking advantage of that, but it's the truth."
I smile, putting my hand on her cheek. "I'm going to protect you, even if you're mad at me. Maksim is going to die for what he's done, mark my words."
"I don't want any more of this violence," she says, a hint of fear in her eyes.
I stroke her cheek. "Then let's make love instead."
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Monroe
