Bratva Boss’s Secret Triplets by Bella King
Chapter 25
April
I’m given five seconds before he lifts me off my feet and tosses me on the bed behind me. Even with a fresh gunshot wound, he can throw me across a room like I weigh nothing.
I lie back fully, my breasts sinking down into my chest as my nipples point upward. Rebel hardly has to take two steps before he’s on top of me.
Wearing only panties gives him access to every part of me without a fight. No jeans or bras to try and slide out of. The warmth of his body on top of mine contrasts with the cold, drafty atmosphere of the room, and I pull him closer.
At first, he starts kissing and sucking my neck, intentionally biting me hard enough to leave marks. He didn’t have the time to brand me as his territory the first time we had sex, and now that I’m his live-in concubine, I’m sure he’s more than willing to let me walk around here, deep purple stains stamped from my neck down to my breasts.
He doesn’t hesitate to tear my panties off, flinging them across the room for me to find later when I least expect it. His hand finds the soft flesh of my pussy, tracing between my lips and rubbing my clit hard enough to make my leg twitch, but I love it.
I would never ask him to stop. It’s been too long since someone touched me.
I claw into his back and shoulders as he touches me, nearly lifting myself up to him as I struggle for leverage. His body feels so firm and unmoving under my fingertips, digging into his flesh through his shirt.
When his fingers enter me the first time, I almost feel as if they’re stretching me out, and I whimper both from pleasure and pain.
The way he fingers me is slow but firm at first. He changes pace based on my responses to him; slowing down if I appear pained, quickening and adding pressure when I start to press myself into him.
Eventually, I’m so worked up from his fingers alone that I let go of him and allow him to ravage me. He pulls me up onto his legs and holds my hips with his other hand while he fingers me harder and harder until I’m practically crying from ecstasy.
I’m panting now, hardly able to catch my breath merely from lying here. He hasn’t even fucked me yet, and I’m damn near satisfied already, but I know he won’t stop just yet.
He continues sliding his fingers in and out of me, but now he’s found a rhythm that he maintains as he kisses my breasts, sucking on my nipples and swirling his tongue around them individually.
Pregnancy has made my breast tissue extremely sensitive, and the sensation of his mouth on me has me ready to sell my soul to him.
Working his way down, his mouth finds my hips, and he leaves bite marks all the way down as he gets closer and closer to my pussy. My clit throbs in anticipation of the warmth of his tongue on it, and when I finally feel his mouth pressed to my labia, I nearly convulse with desire and a rabid need for more.
I need him to fuck me until I’m reduced to nothing.
And I know he will.
His tongue plays with my flesh, swirling around my clit as he teases me. Each time I feel like I’m getting close, he senses it, and he switches to kissing just the outer lips; enough to edge me, enough to keep me begging for more. He wants me to beg him, I just know.
I feel so debased, having just screamed in his face and now with my pussy in his mouth, wordlessly moaning and begging for release. When I glance down at him, I can see that he’s rubbing his cock through his pants as he licks me.
Eventually, he has edged me four or five times, and I can feel my brain melting into soup as the sixth orgasm climbs down my spine and into my belly where it begs to be let go. I press myself into his mouth, and I can hear him laugh quietly to himself as he curls his tongue and flicks my clit until I’m squeezing his head between my legs.
My body is so exhausted from the endless teasing that I stay right at the tip of the wave for much longer than I can remember ever doing so, like being at the top of a roller coaster and dying to fall straight down.
When I finally give in, the warmth spreads from my clit out to my legs and up my belly. My mind goes blank. For twenty seconds, there is no me; my thoughts have greyed out, my hearing has been reduced to faint ringing, and my vision is blurred.
Finally, he climbs back on top of me and slides his cock between my labia to tease me once more. Just the subtle pressure is enough to have me reeling from overstimulation. I’m extremely wet now, and my arousal has dripped from between my legs down to the sheets. There’s a big wet spot underneath me, and I’m suddenly self-conscious.
Rebel doesn’t give me time to be self-conscious, though. He slides his huge, throbbing cock inside of me, just a little at a time, until I can feel his heartbeat pressing into the walls of my vagina. The stretching feeling returns, and I’ve forgotten just how much bigger he is than any other man I’ve slept with, of whom there have been few.
The pain is sublime, like a sacrifice made to the god of pleasure; all good things come at a price.
When he begins to thrust into me, it’s almost too much for me to handle. My pussy is almost sore from being edged so many times, and he goes so deep that I can feel him pressing into my cervix with each motion of his hips.
But I still want it.
The discomfort doesn’t stop me.
He seems to read this on my face, because he grabs me under my back and flips us both over, placing me on top of him and as deep as he can go, filling each space in my vagina until there’s none left.
He wraps his hands around my waist and begins to move me in a grinding motion. At first I don’t think I can do it, he’s just too big for me, or I’m just too small; but after a minute or so, I’ve gotten used to it, and each stroke feels better than the last.
His hands find my breasts, and he holds them as I press myself into him, both for stability and to feel the bruises he left on me when he started. One of his hands leaves my breast and finds my throat, squeezing the sides and fucking me as I give in to him.
Now I am his fuck doll, and I never want to be anything again for the rest of my life. He’s made a drug of himself, and I’m a goddamn fiend.
After five minutes of nearly passing me out, he grabs me and flips me over again, now lifting my legs until my knees touch my shoulders. He starts to thrust faster and faster until all I can feel is the veins and curves of his cock slamming into me.
He’s pounding my pussy like he owns it, that’s for sure; but I don’t mind at all. I’ve forgotten everything I disliked about him, he can take whatever he wants of me. It’s not like I’m ever going to be able to be satisfied with another man.
When I notice his expression changing, I ready myself for him, clawing my nails into his back like I had before. If he can inflict pain onto me, I’ll do the same; it’s only fair.
The pain must be what sends him over the edge, because he slam into me so fast that I can barely register the individual thrust. My hips feel like they’re about to slip from their sockets as he lays his full weight on me, breathing hard and stifling moans as he unloads inside of me, cumming much harder than the first time we made love.
After a minute of panting, our heartbeats slow to a matching rhythm, and he looks me in the eyes. “So, are you still mad?”
I’m too enraptured to answer. I just wrap my arms around him and kiss him on his stupid fucking lips.
