Page 18 of My Bratva Stalker


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“You need to learn how to take my fingers so you can take my fat cock, baby.”

Her breath shatters.

She bucks against my hand, chasing more.

And fuck—

I can’t wait anymore.

I flip her.

Laying her under me.

Press my thick, aching cock against her soaked, fluttering pussy.

And finally—

I take what’s mine.

Her breath catches.

Her tight little cunt stretches, resists, fights to take me.

I groan, sinking in deeper.

She’s so fucking tight.

So hot, wet, untouched.

So fucking mine.

Her fingers scramble at my shoulders, her lips parting on a helpless, overwhelmed moan.

I slide my hand up her throat, tilt her face to mine.

“Look at me.”

Her lashes flutter.

Her body shudders.

She looks at me.

And I drive all the way in.

She cries out, her nails biting into my skin.

Her walls clench, pulse, grip me so fucking tight I nearly lose my mind.

My jaw locks.

My body shakes.

I groan, panting against her lips. My tongue sliding inside her sweet mouth, drinking the taste of her.

Finally.

Finally fucking inside her.