Bratva Boss’s Secret Triplets by Bella King

Chapter 1

April

His hands are so big that he could wrap them around my waist and have his fingertips touch behind me. I’m not a small woman, but he still towers over me like a giant.

“What was your name again?” I ask between feverish kisses. I never actually asked him about it before, and I’m starting to feel weird about taking my pants off in front of a man I don’t even know.

There’s a first time for everything, but this is a little extreme, even for me.

“Names are used to track and control us,” he grumbles into my ear before putting the entire thing into his mouth. His words sound like a joke, but he speaks them with so much seriousness that I’m inclined to think that they aren’t.

But I’m not doing much thinking as chills run up the left side of my body. His tongue flicks over my ear like he was eating my pussy, and the erotic sensations almost match that of cunnilingus. Why is everything he does so intense?

“Names,” I breathe, intending to finish a coherent sentence but failing miserably as his hands suddenly cup my breasts and squeeze them.

I like this man, whoever he might be. I suppose that’s how he convinced me to take him back to my apartment and roll around on my bed. I didn’t clean, but he hasn’t commented on the state of my bedroom. He’s fixated on me like he’s utterly obsessed.

Maybe he is, but it’s always been hard to believe that a man could feel that way about me. It’s not that I’m not attractive, but fuck, he’s easily and eleven out of ten. I’ve never actually seen a man quite so perfect in real life.

There’s one on top of me now, pinning my body to the bed with his dense and muscular figure. His chest is twice as wide as mine, decorated in intricate black tattoos of skulls and symbols that I don’t recognize.

I feel so aware of his body on me, like I’ve never truly experienced the touch of another human before him. I don’t even know him, and here he is ruling over me like no man ever has. There’s a mystery to him, a darkness that allured me the second I saw him. Usually these types of people scare me off, but I would let this person hit me with his car. He’s taken hold of me in ways I can’t explain.

He squeezes my breasts through my shirt, his fingers digging into the cloth so hard that it leaves permanent wrinkles in the fabric. He wants to get in, and I’m more than happy to let him.

The crack and pop of threads startles me as he tears me shirt open to get to my breasts, but I shouldn’t be surprised. With each passing moment, his desperation and need grows stronger. It’s like he has to have me or he’ll die.

His urgency drives mine up with it, making my panties so wet that they leak through into my tight blue jeans. His cock is firmly pressed between my legs, rubbing me and digging in so much that it feels like he’s already inside of me.

With a cock that huge, I know it’s going to be a lot more intense, though. His bulge is so large that I’m almost worried that it’ll be too much for me.

Almost.

I’m not a size queen, but I prefer them on the larger side. If you’re going to engage in one night stands – which I never do – then you’d better make sure you’re getting the best possible deal,. Or else you’re going to regret it in the morning.

I can say right now that I’m not going to regret this man digging around in my guts. He’s too sexy, too primal, and too incredible for me to deny, even if I know he’s going to be running off to the next woman’s bedroom tomorrow. This is the kind of experience that people make movies about, and I’m not about to let one moment slip away from me.

I hope he’ll stay, but I know he won’t.

But again, thinking wasn’t part of the plan this evening. It’s all about feelings, and not the icky kind that wrap their cold hands around you when you’re starting at your phone screen at 3am, wondering where your life went wrong.

That was me just a few weeks ago, but any thoughts of my ex have been blown out of my mind by the rough and tough beast of a man now laying his hot mouth down on my nipple to suck. The heat of his tongue on my sensitive skin is as explosive as the Fourth of July firecrackers that nearly blew my fingers off last week.

I used to get my ex to light them, but obviously I can’t do that anymore. I’m sure my current lover would have no problem with that or anything else I asked him to do. He could probably rip the lid of a jar off without even twisting it, though I doubt I’ll get to find out. This adventure is fated to end as quickly as it started.

A large hand slips under my ass, lifting my hips and pressing his cock into my pussy even harder. I can barely breathe with the electric sensations pulsing through my body, frying my nervous system like pure serotonin. I can hardly stand it, yet I need more.

My nameless lover’s mouth leaves my nipple with a wet pop, and his vivid green eyes dart up to mine, casting a pure ray of intense energy through me. He could tell me to do anything and I would do it without question.

It’s dangerous, but delightfully freeing at the same time.

“Pants off,” he demands, his face stern and commanding as he removes his hand from beneath my ass.

He leans back, thumbing the clasp of his pinstripe slacks as he waits for me to remove my pants.

I almost forget to. I’m too entranced by the enormous bulge between his thick thighs, but my horniness demands that I undress, putting my hands into motion and yanking my pants straight to my ankles.

With a torn open shirt and panties so wet that they look like I just got them out of the wash, I lay beneath the man of my dreams as he matches my nudity. I allow myself to be greedy. I deserve this after all that I’ve been through. I deserve to enjoy a man without feeling guilty about not knowing who he is.

What sane woman wouldn’t when they’ve already gotten to the point where we’re both nearly naked? As far as I’m concerned, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I’m going to take it.

With excitement or fear, my heart slams in my chest as my lover pulls down his pants. His cock is huge, thick, and jerking up quickly. It’s flattering to witness an erection rise at the sight of me, but what’s more incredible is imagining that cock inside of my body.

I’m intimidated but I still anxiously await its arrival between my trembling legs.

He smirks, looking down at the size of his cock compared to what rests beneath my small blue panties. He knows that this is going to be intense for me, but I wonder how it’ll be for him. I don’t have to be small for it to be tight when he’s that large.

“Now, take of your panties before I rip them off,” he demands, the confident smirk still painting his lips with satisfying intentions.

“Yes, sir,” I say, and I push my thumbs into the waistband.