Stolen Promises – Sokolov Bratva Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Insta-Love, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
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“Ah,” she whimpers, clinging to me as her body trembles.

It feels like her most intense orgasm yet. Maybe it’s because she no longer has to feel guilty or afraid. She no longer has to worry. For the first time, she can truly just let go. She pulses against me. Her hips buck so wildly and so damn sexily that the mattress whines.

She lets my shoulder go when it’s over, lying back and panting.

“You’re so wet,” I groan, smoothing my hand back to her core, teasing her entrance. “You’re so ready.”

Her eyes snap open. For a moment, I think she’s going to tell me I’m wrong.

Then a smile touches her lips that stops me momentarily, something I would’ve thought was impossible until it happens. It’s a smile that tells me the future is ours, any damn way we want it. No more compromises. No more fear.

Moving from the bed, I start taking off my pants, keeping my gaze on my woman the whole time. She stares back at me with her cheeks flushed, her eyebrows raised, waiting for me, hungry for me, but nowhere near as hungry as I am for her. The moaning noise she makes when my cock springs free is almost enough to make me erupt.

I groan, shuddering all over when she sits up and starts taking off her bra and her underwear. When her ample, perfectly curvy tits spill free, I can’t think. I climb on top of her again, pushing her tits together and greedily sucking her nipples, swirling my tongue around one and then the other.

She reaches down and wraps her hand around my shaft, squeezing and stroking up and down, spreading precome all over my length. When she guides my tip to her entrance, it’s like I can feel her nerves in the tightness of the hand, the way she squeezes me urgently.

“You’re so … Damn. Beautiful.”

She looks up at me with that same intoxicating smile on her lips, making me even more obsessed. “I know what you did for me,” she whispers, still stroking as I push with my hips, feeling her tight walls open around my tip. “I know what you sacrificed.”

Her voice shifts the deeper I get, a moan escaping her, her hot breath caressing my face. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, nobody else I’d rather be with.

“It wasn’t a sacrifice,” I say fiercely, inching deeper, feeling more and more of her tightness and heat. “I’d do anything for you.”

“You’re not wearing protection,” she whispers, looking me in the eye with intense meaning.

“No,” I say, then push even deeper into her tight-as-fuck hole. “Is that a problem?”

She smooths her hands over my back, digging her nails in. I love it when she does that. It’s like I can feel every minor change in her pleasure, every jolt of lust and near-release moving through her. “Not for me,” she says.

“Not for me either,” I snarl, and then I arch my hips and push the rest of the way into her. She gasps, her pussy getting tighter the further I go, and then I just stop, holding myself deep inside her, letting her feel how badly I need her. Letting her know how obvious it is that we were made for each other.

“Oh my …” she shudders. “Oh God …”

“I know,” I groan. “You feel so … damn … perfect.”

“I love you,” she moans, then she starts moving her hips.

It hits me hard with a flurry of surprise—her words, her moves. I didn’t expect her to move like this or say she loves me, but it’s not like I will complain. She moans unsurely at first, but when I pull out and gently slip into her, she makes an “oh” noise like she’s surprised by how good it feels.

“Oh,” she says again, then grabs my shoulders differently, almost like she wants a good grip to move her perfect, wide hips.

“Fuck,” I gasp as I push into her harder, faster. Her pussy makes a sexy wet noise when I go deep, like her body is talking to me and telling me she needs more, more, more. She never wants it to stop.

“Shh,” she moans, then smiles, and I can read her smile. She’s shhing herself as well as me. It’s obvious she’s about to scream as she bites her lip. I lean down, laying my weight against her, and she bites my chest like she’s grateful.

“Fuck, fuck,” I moan, struggling to keep my voice quiet as she bites down, and her pussy begins to quake as if she’s trying to coax the come out of me.

“Fuck …”

I can’t hold back anymore. I bite down on the pillow and start hammering her. She screams into my chest, the sound muffled, one word just about audible inside the pleasure. “Yes, yes, yes.” I keep going, completely lost in the release, the way her unbelievably perfect tight pussy caresses my dick.


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