Page 70 of Forced By an Obsessive Bratva Stalker

“Oh, my God.” A throaty groan escaped me.

She held my gaze, inhaling through her mouth and creating a lewd sound of suction.

“Fuck!”

“You like that?” She stroked my shaft—base to tip—with the pace of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing.

I nodded once.

“Say it,” she demanded. “I wanna hear you say it.”

The need flashing in her eyes wrecked what little control I had left.

“I like it.”

This was payback. She made me admit it the same way I’d made her admit it the last time we were intimate.

A part of me believed she had something up her sleeve because I didn’t expect this from her at all. But I couldn’t prove it. I was too distracted by her skills to think straight.

She stroked me with both hands while savoring the expression on my face. The slick, rhythmic squelch of her fists working my cock created a wet, obscene slurping that messed with my head.

Damn! She was good at this.

Aria’s tongue teased my cap, smearing my precum over it while her hands simultaneously worked their magic.

She took me in her mouth again, bobbing her head in and out as her tongue dragged with a spit-slick noise—messy and unrestrained.

My legs trembled beneath me as I let out a low, warning groan. Aria still didn’t stop. She kept working me with a steady rhythm, as if her mission were to make me come.

I bucked my hips, fingers curling into fists as my muscles contracted. A deeper, more primal growl signaled my arrival as I released all that tension.

Aria still didn’t stop; she rubbed faster, smearing my load over my dick—from the base upward. She focused on my crown, stroking my pink cap and watching me writhe in pleasure.

“Fuck!” I growled, legs shaking beneath me.

I was yet to get over the sweetness she’d inflicted in me when she climbed on top of me. Her knees sank into the mattress as she straddled me with the towel still wrapped around her.

She reached down, and slowly inserted my cock—still dripping—into her waiting wetness. It was so warm and slippery inside that the friction sent shivers down my spine.

I lay flat on my back, watching her loosen the knot at her chest and the towel slide freely down her body. Her perky breasts caught my attention as they wiggled to the rhythm of her slow whines.

My hands snapped out, fondling them—squeezing and pinching her nipples deliciously. Her waist ground against mine, her hands traversing my torso. She rolled her hips in a steady, deliberate way, her hands flying into her messy hair.

I watched her brows knit in ecstasy, her teeth grazing her bottom lip. A breathy whimper caught in her throat as her eyes rolled backward.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” she purred softly, fondling her own breasts.

By now, my hands had settled on her hips, guiding the movement of her slender waist.

“It’s so deep.” She looked down at me, lips trembling around a sweet moan.

Her expression was a mask of sheer pleasure, her flushed face slack with building release.

She tipped her head, and her jaw dropped in a silent scream. Her breath caught in her throat as she ground circles on my groin. She arched her back, whispering something like a prayer.

The scent of sex filled the air as the bed creaked under our movements.

She quickened her pace, and I joined in from beneath, my groin slapping against her ass. Aria cast a dazed, glassy-eyed look at me, her hips grinding faster by the second as she chased her own pace.