Page 42 of Forced By the Bratva

“We can stop if you want—”

“No,” she cut me off, her eyes boring into mine. “I can take it. Just…just be gentle.”

A pause. “I will.”

She swallowed hard, still holding my gaze, as if anchoring herself to reality.

I pushed in slowly, inch by careful inch, watching every flicker of pain and surprise on her face. She was tight—so fucking tight—and the way her body stretched around my cock made my jaw clench.

Her eyes widened as I stretched her out, a soft, broken sound leaving her lips.

I stilled, giving her time, kissing the corner of her mouth and caressing her skin.

Then I moved again, deeper this time, until I was fully inside her. The heat of her, the way she clenched around me, nearly undid me.

I plunged into her with an even harder thrust.

“Uhh!” Her body jerked, her fingernails raking my back.

I started with slow, steady strokes that let her feel every inch without forcing more than she could take.

My hips rolled against hers, grinding deep so the base of my cock dragged over her clit with every stroke.

Gradually, her body softened. The pain faded from her expression, replaced by something hungrier. Her hands wrapped around my waist and hips, starting to meet mine—matching my rhythm.

“Yes—fuck, yes—” The words spilled out of her, breathless and unfiltered. “You’re so deep in my pussy.”

I kept grinding against her while taking her nipples in my mouth. She said my name like a prayer, and the sound of it on her lips accentuated my own need.

“Harder,” she said. “Fuck me harder, Ilya. I promise, I can take it.”

I pinned both of her hands above her head and locked eyes with her as I began quickening my pace.

“Yes, just like that.” Her breasts bounced, the sight undoing me slowly. “Please don’t stop. It feels so good—your cock feels so good inside me—”

I fucked her deeper then, still controlled but no longer holding back the full weight of what I wanted.

My hips snapped harder against her, the wet sound of our bodies filling the room. She took me, moaning into my neck, legs wrapping around my waist, locking me in place.

“Ilya…oh, Ilya,” she whispered in my ear.

“Tell me,” I growled, driving into her with long, deep strokes. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You—” Her voice broke on a moan, eyes half-lidded, lips swollen. “I’m yours. Fuck—I’m yours, Ilya!”

The faster I drove into her, the closer I drew to the edge. I let out a deep groan that announced my arrival, and she clutched me so tightly.

“Fill me up, Ilya—please—”

My growl was primal, my muscles contracting as I hit her with harder, more relentless strokes.

“Cum in me,” she groaned, feet locked around my waist. “I want it. I want every single drop.” Her voice was desperate and urgent.

“Argh!” My restraint snapped, and I exploded deep inside her with a low, rough sound I couldn’t stop.

Her pussy accepted every drop of me until my sac was empty. Exhausted, I collapsed on top of her, my cock still buried deep inside her warm pussy.

I rolled onto my back and pulled her with me, settling her against my side. Her head rested on my chest, one leg draped across my thighs, the sheets tangled loosely beneath us.