Page 81 of Forced By the Bratva

She did. Faster. Messier. One of her hands found the back of my neck and held on while she chased it.

“Oh, my God, Ilya!” she moaned, legs trembling on the leather seat. “I’m gonna come—I’m gonna come!” Her voice was strangled, her thighs pressed hard on either side of mine.

Her jaw snapped open in a silent scream, and her body went stiff.

I felt her start to tighten around me and kept the rhythm steady until she broke, screaming my name as she came.

I didn’t stop. I fucked her through it, short, hard strokes that made her shake and gasp and dig her nails into my skin.

When she finally slumped against me, breathing hard, I turned her. She went onto her knees on the seat, palms flat against the cool glass of the back window. I lined up and drove into her from behind in one hard thrust.

She moaned, loud and open.

I spanked her ass once, sharp, then gripped her hips and fucked her. Hard. Fast. Unrelenting.

My groin slapped loudly against her ass as I plunged into her with vigorous strokes that made the whole frame rock with every thrust. She kept one hand braced on the glass, the other clutching the seatback, pushing back to meet me.

“Harder,” she gasped. “Fuck me like you mean it. Use me. Ruin me!” She glanced back at me, her eyes shining with insatiable need.

I gave it to her. Deep, punishing strokes that made her cry out with every impact. Her breath fogged the glass under her palm.

Sweat slicked both our skin. The air inside the car turned thick with the smell of sex and the leftover heat of the chase.

I reached around and found her clit with two fingers, rubbing in tight circles while I kept pounding into her from behind. She pushed back harder, taking everything I gave her.

“You’re mine,” I said against her ear. “This cunt is mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she choked out. “Fuck—I’m yours. Don’t stop—”

I didn’t. I fucked her until her arms started to shake and she dropped to her elbows on the seat, still pushing back onto my cock.

The sound of it was filthy—wet, loud, constant. I could feel her clenching again, close a second time, and I chased it with her, driving deep and grinding against her every time I bottomed out.

She came with a broken cry, face pressed to the seat, body locking up around me. That was all it took. My rhythm broke, my primal growl announcing my own arrival.

“Yesssss, finally,” she cried out, lifting her head and glancing over her shoulder. “Give it to me, Daddy. Come inside me. I’ve missed it.”

I quickened my pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air.

“Don’t starve me…just come already. I want to feel it deep in my pussy…please.”

With a guttural growl, I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, groaning against the back of her neck as I emptied inside her.

“Oh, my God, yes—yes!” she cried out in ecstasy.

Pulse after pulse. She stayed on her knees, shaking, taking every drop of it, until I finally slowed and slumped forward over her back, both of us breathing like we’d just outrun death a second time.

We stayed like that for a while. The car was quiet except for our breathing. Outside, the trees moved a little in the wind. No headlights. No engines. Just the two of us in the dark, still joined, still shaking from everything that had happened in the last hour.

I pulled out slowly. She made a small sound and shifted, turning to sit sideways across the seat. I found her underwear and helped her back into it without saying much. My own pants were still open. I fixed them enough to be decent, then leaned back against the door, one arm along the top of the seat.

She watched me in the low light, her hair a tangled mess. Her mouth looked swollen, and there was a faint mark on her neck where I’d been less careful than I meant to be.

“Thank you,” she whispered, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I needed that.”

I leaned in, reclaiming her lips with her palm on her face. We kissed some more before I pulled away and held her gaze, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“I’m never gonna let anything happen to you,” I said, looking into her eyes. “You have my word.”