Page 2 of Bratva and Betrayal: Kirill

And those fucking hips I grabbed while I fucked her would spread nicely to birth my sons. Tamara looked like she’d break.

God, stop!

Sandrine was nothing like anyone I’d fucked. But I’d never been with a virgin. No one has ever trusted me with something so precious and sacred. But this innocent artist had.

Testing how much she could take, I power-fucked her.

“Tilt your hips.” I reached underneath one leg and rested the back of her knee in my elbow. “That’s it. Nice. You look so good taking my cock, bleeding your virginity all over my sheets.”

She’d be sore in the morning. She wasn’t leaving my penthouse tonight. I wasn’t sending her home with her legs streaked in virgin blood. Her father already wanted to kill me. Sandrine was staying right there where I could take care of her.

Her hands ran down my chest, feeling the ridges of my abs. “You’re so beautiful, Kirill. How did I get so lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one, baby.” I sat up and let her keep touching me.

Her hands all over me made me feel like a god.

“Now move with me. Arch your back. Yeah, just like that.” I leaned forward and kissed her again.

Her sweet tongue slid into my mouth as we rocked together in an erotic tempo. I wasn’t into kissing. Heck, I put most women on their knees to take what I wanted and kept my emotions out of it. From the minute I’d met Sandrine, I knew she’d be different.

That I would be different with her.

“That’s it.” I felt the tension leave her body.

She grew deliciously pliant and moved fluidly as I fucked her. And she was soaking wet. Or that could have been the blood. I watched her face as I pushed deep inside her.

Her nails scraped my biceps, gripping me.

“Are you still in pain, baby?”

“Yeah, but it’s good,” she said on a moan. “Your cock is rubbing against an itch that feels good to scratch. I can’t describe it.”

“You just described it pretty fucking well.” I loved that she was artistic and creative.

God, I could fall in love with her. That heaviness in my chest, that crazy beating of my heart wasn’t just from the sex. Damn, I think I already was in love with her. And it’s only been a few months that we’ve been sneaking around.

I pulled my cock all the way out and pushed inside her again.

“Kirill,” she moaned as her cunt tightened then quivered. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

She was close. I could feel it, too. I moved my head down to suck on one of her nipples. That made her gush all over my cock.

She was so fucking responsive to me, and she wasn’t afraid of me. Maybe a little afraid, which I liked, too. Gave me room to earn her trust. Work for it.

All I knew was, I wanted to do that again. Flip her over, tie her to my headboard, eat her pussy from behind while playing with her ass.

Next time…

She smiled with pupils blown wide, her arousal staining her cheeks a soft pink. “I think I’m going to come.”

“You come for me. Only me.” My balls tightened as I started to chase my orgasm, driving into her.

Sandrine moaned and whined, taking it all. “Scream, baby. Let my guards hear you. You’re fucking mine.”

Her cunt strangled my cock as she pulsed around me. “God, Kirill.”

“Does it hurt, baby?”