Page 87 of Forced By an Obsessive Bratva Stalker

“For always being there for me in times of trouble,” she answered. “You saved me that night in the alley, and I never really appreciated you for that.” She mirrored my face, her gaze dropping to my lips. “Allow me to specially thank you for being my protector and guardian angel.”

The sound of her low whisper sent shivers down my spine. And when her lips grazed against mine, my cock twitched in my pants.

She kissed me fervently as her hands traversed my bare torso. “Can you make love to me, please?” she breathed. “I want you badly right now.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

I reclaimed her lips, cupping her face in my palms. Our kiss deepened as we walked back into the room, driven by sheer passion. She tore her lips from mine and took two steps back, then slowly began undressing herself.

I watched her slide her hand under the thin straps of her nightgown—one after the other. My heart skipped a beat when the fabric slid off her skin, revealing her naked body.

Even with the swollen belly, she looked beautiful and enticing.

“Gorgeous,” I said, already taking off my pants.

Her cheeks flushed at my remark. “You really think so?”

“I know so.”

Stark naked, I closed the distance between us and carried her to the bed. There, I laid her on her back and began kissing the nape of her neck, moving down to her chest.

“You have such an amazing body,” I whispered, caressing her curves and contours. “I could worship it all day.”

She writhed slowly beneath me, her fingers wrapping around my hard cock. “You’re so hard.”

“And you’re so beautiful.” I kissed her lips, shoving my tongue into her mouth.

“Thank you.” She moaned, stroking my length as our heads moved to the rhythm of the passion flowing between us.

After I left her lips, I settled on her breasts, sucking them one after the other.

“Yes, Daddy, that feels so good.” She tipped her head, her soft purrs fanning the flames of my desire.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I confessed, staring into her eyes while fondling her breasts.

“I’ve missed you too, Rodion,” she whimpered. “I’ve missed you so much.”

I kissed her protruding belly before settling between her legs. She stared at me, her eyes shining with anticipation as she propped herself on her elbows.

I breathed in the smell of her, the flat of my tongue licking through her slick folds.

“Uuuhh, fuck.” She squeezed against the sheets, arching her back.

“You taste so good. Juicy.” I glanced up at her face—already twisted in pleasure.

She bit her lip, and her head fell backward as I began eating her slowly.

“Oh, my God, Rodion.” She lowered her back on the mattress, her fingers still tugging at the sheets.

While I ate, my hands settled on her protruding belly, and I began rubbing it simultaneously.

She writhed beneath me, bucking her hips and seeking deeper contact. “Yeah, just like that…” she purred, one hand in my hair. “I’ve missed your tongue on my pussy, Daddy.”

Her words fueled my passion, and I ate more ferociously.

“Oh, my fuckin’ god!” she cried out, legs shaking in the air. “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

I wasn’t going to.