Page 40 of Marked & Bred By the Bratva

“You good?”

“Please move.”

So he does.

Slow thrusts at first, then deeper, faster. Every drag of his cock punches a cry out of me. I’ve never felt so full, so filthy, so owned.

“You wanted this,” he snarls, fucking me harder. “Wanted me to ruin every inch of you.”

I scream his name, legs shaking.

“You’ll never take another man,” he growls. “You’re mine.”

He slides a hand between my body and the mattress and pinches my clit. When I come, I see stars.

He holds my hip, one hand still rubbing my clit, and fucks me through it, panting against my neck, his cock buried to the hilt in my ass.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he mutters. “Mark you from the inside.”

“Do it,” I beg. “Please, Lev.”

He lets out a broken sound, then comes with a violent shudder, grinding into me so deep I feel it in my throat.

We collapse in a tangle, slick with sweat and cum. I turn into his arms and he holds me tight against his chest before pressing a kiss to my forehead, then carrying me to the bathroom. My man. Always taking care of me.

THE END

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