The Bratva’s Locked Up Love by Jagger Cole

18

Quinn

“Do you want me to stop?”

Not. A. Fucking. Chance.

I know this is crazy. I know how wrong this is, and how screwed up and bizarre the circumstances are. But I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life.

Maybe some girls fantasize about their first time being in a princess bed, with silk sheets and candles and blah-blah-blah. But me? I’ve never even had time to fantasize about how I’d want my first time to be. Sex was never in the forefront to me.

Studying was. Living up to all the expectations of everyone around me who always saw me as the “prodigy” or “the child genius” was. Pushing myself to be the top, and the best… that’s all what came first.

When you’re a college freshman at thirteen, sex is not on the table. Nor is it even a thought. And even after I grew up, and became an adult, there’s never been a man in my life that drew me in. I’ve never known or met anyone who had me trembling and aching for him, like Maksim does.

And now, we’re here: locked in the command offices of a black site prison in the middle of a riot. Alone. Wounded. Wrapped in each other’s arms, with the thick, achingly hot throb of his cock pressed right against me.

I look down, and my pulse thuds. My mouth dries as my pussy floods with slick arousal.

He’s huge.

For a moment, I worry that I won’t even be able to take him. That I’ll show exactly how lame a virgin I am by not even being able to please him at all. But then I feel his hand drop to my hip. I feel his thumb stroke the crease of my thigh. He’s so huge and rough. But his touch is so soft and tender.

His hand teases my skin, sliding around to cup my ass. He deftly unsnaps my skirt, and it falls away. His fingers tease up my spine, until he plucks open the clasp of my bra. When it drops, I’m as naked as he is.

I arch my back into him. The pink buds of my nipples graze against his broad, muscled chest. His hand slides up into the hair at the back of my neck. His grip tightens, but it’s not demanding. It’s just there—like his hand was there on my throat before.

His fingers thread through my long dark locks before his hand slips to my cheek. His thumb traces over my bottom lip.

It’s like pulling a trigger. And I don’t need to think on or weigh this decision out at all.

“No,” I gasp as I tremble against him.

Maksim takes the tremble as fear, though. Or second thoughts. Because he frowns suddenly.

“I will if—”

“Don’t you dare.”

I kiss him hard. My legs wrap around his hips, pulling him tight to me. I whimper as I feel his swollen cock push between my slick lips with a groan from his mouth. His hand drops to my hip again, holding me steady as he sinks his thick length into me.

My pulse jumps. My body clenches and then relaxes and opens for him. I whimper breathlessly as Maksim’s cock pushes into me, taking me for the very first time. And he feels amazing.

There’s no pain, like I worried there might be. And those fears I had of not being able to take him evaporate. He’s so big, and I’m so tiny. But I’m also so so wet—so wet that his size glides right into me.

He groans, pausing when his head and another inch or two are buried in me. But I grip my legs and pull him in, wanting more. I need more. I need all of him.

His fingers dig into my skin. His tongue roves against mine, swallowing my moans. His muscled hips flex as they push, driving deeper into me. I’m so wet that I can feel it dripping down my thighs.

“Quinn…”

The way my name growls from his mouth into mine has me aching for more. His huge hands grip me possessively. His muscles coil against me as he pushes between my thighs. I cry out as more and more of him drives into me. He keeps going, getting deeper and deeper until I swear there’s no way he can fit more.

But he does. With a low growl, he sinks the last inch into me. His lips sear to mine. His body envelopes me, as mine envelopes a large part of him.

My nails drag down his back as I moan into his mouth. His hips roll, sliding his slick, glistening cock from my tightness. I groan at the absence of him. But then he slides deep again, and I gasp in pleasure.

His hips grind against my thighs as he starts to slide in and out of me. He groans, capturing my cheek with one hand, cupping my ass in the other. His fingers dig into my skin possessively as he thrusts into me. The feeling is almost overwhelming. The pleasure touches so deep it ignites my very soul.

I urge him on with my ankles hooked behind his back. My nipples press to his chest, sending electric currents buzzing through my core. Maksim moves faster, groaning as he thrusts into me. My eyes roll back. His mouth drops to my neck as my head lolls backwards, my pleasure bubbling from my lips.

His teeth rake over my soft throat. His hands tighten on me. He starts to fuck me harder, deeper, faster. My clit drags over his shaft with every thrust, until suddenly, I can’t hold on. I cry out loudly, moaning as the orgasm erupts deep inside of me to bubble out.

Maksim never slows or stops. He keeps rolling those muscled hips, fucking me from one climax to the next until I lose track. I cling to him, hanging on for dear life as the huge, muscled man utterly claims me.

My eyes squeeze shut. A big one is coming, and there’s no stopping it. I lean up, and he knows what I need. He captures my mouth with his. His tongue curls with mine as he groans into my lips. His hands hold me like I belong to him. And in this moment, I do, completely.

“Come for me,” he hisses into my mouth. It’s the final stroke. The match that lights the fuse.

I scream my climax into his mouth as my entire body succumbs to it. Maksim groans and sinks his swollen, throbbing cock deep. I can feel him pulse as I explode around him. Hot jets of his cum spill deep inside of me. I cling to him as I pant into him, trembling all over.

“Quinn…” he murmurs against my lips. He just holds me, letting me cling to him breathlessly.

I’m lost in him, and I never want or need to be found.