Arranged Bratva Love

Andrei

The first week of our honeymoon didn’t exactly go as planned. There was business at home to take care of, and I had no choice but to be available for it, at a moment’s notice. Ivan was handling everything, and I think his presence was scaring the fuck out of everyone. He did have a way about him that terrified most people.

Rage had been reaching out, and as per Ivan’s instructions, I hadn’t responded, ignoring the calls, and then focusing on my wife.

Adelaide had cried that first day, for our baby. Seeing those tears had broken my fucking heart. The desire to kill Bethany was strong, but seeing the pain on my wife’s face helped me focus. What I needed was to wait for Nathan to get close to Oleg. My suspicions were that Bethany had reached out to him, or possibly Demon, and in doing so, she had put Adelaide in danger.

I stare down at my sleeping wife. Today had been a good day. We’d spent it together, playing some chess, which she was bad at. She had no strategy for winning. She loved moving the pieces around the board, and making up names for them. I loved this woman. She had no idea how fucking much, but I had a feeling Ivan did. It’s why he meddled, why he changed Bethany to Adelaide.

I hadn’t slept with Bethany, not once. She had tried so many times. She knew a baby would have cemented her place as my wife, but I’d not been able to do it. I fucking hated the slut.

When Ivan first told me of the arrangements, I’d been fucking terrified of seeing Adelaide again. The first time I saw her after she’d helped me, I thought she would remember, but she hadn’t noticed me. Not that I blame her. That day on the streets, I’d been dirty, looked homeless, and I’d been cut up. She had helped me, no questions asked, and it was the first time in my entire life anyone had ever given a shit about me.

It was so fucking lame, I know. I’m a forty-year-old man, but this young woman cared. She loved, she … called to me. Reaching out, I stroke her hair back from her face. She is the only woman I have ever craved and not taken. I’ve watched her from afar, keeping an eye on her, while having a parade of women by my side.

Ivan had known all along, I know he had, and he’d made sure I finally got the woman of my dreams. He would act like it didn’t matter, like it was all one giant coincidence, but I knew differently. Ivan wasn’t stupid. He had his spies everywhere. At all times he needed to make sure his men were loyal to him, which is how his suspicions about Oleg came about.

Adelaide releases a sigh and turns toward me. The negligee she wore was way too loose for her. Since being hurt, she had lost a little weight, and I didn’t like it. I loved Adelaide’s curves. I had never been a man who liked skinny women. They were way too breakable, and it also reminded me of a time in my life I would rather forget. I’d been starved myself. Denying myself the simple pleasures of life was never going to happen.

The top of her negligee had fallen open, showing off her full, ripe tits. Seeing them, so beautiful and on display, made my dick ache. It had been too long since I had felt the pleasure of her pussy wrapped around me. Sliding my finger from her face, I stroke down the curve of her neck, down her chest, and stroke across the mound.

Another moan escapes her lips, and I smile. Gliding across the bud, I stroke the soft flesh and it immediately hardens beneath my touch. Adelaide’s body knows who’s the boss, but she doesn’t know it yet. This body is mine.

I stare at her face and wait, touching her, wanting her to wake up and not be afraid. Her breathing has changed so I know she’s awake, and as her eyes open, they stare right at me. There’s no fear there.

She licks her lips and I slowly lower, taking the bud into my mouth, sucking it. Adelaide gasped and arched up. Moving my hand across her chest, I hold her in place, flicking my tongue even as my teeth hold her in place. Another moan, this time guttural and deep. Letting go of her nipple, I glide my tongue across, taking her other tit into my mouth, tasting her. Stroking my hand down her body, I grab the edge of the blanket and pull it off, exposing her to my gaze. She’s not wearing any panties and the negligee has rolled up her thighs.

Moving between her legs, I take the edge of the fabric and lift it up. Adelaide helps me by sitting up, holding her hands above her head, and then I toss the negligee to one side, letting it fall on the floor.

Her hands fall behind her, holding herself up, and I capture her face then take possession of her lips. I try to tell her with my body rather than words what I feel for her. But I don’t know if she understands. Adelaide is such a stubborn woman, and she’s been hurt so much by those closest to her.

Breaking from the kiss, I trail my lips down to her neck, sucking on the tender flesh, hearing her slight intake of breath. So sexy. Nipping at her pulse, I move down, going to her breasts, drawing them together, and licking at each nipple in turn. She had such juicy tits. Pressing my face against them, I kiss each mound before working down, kissing her stomach, even the scar she now has.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

I grab her legs, spreading them open as I move between them, staring at her pretty pussy. I ease open the lips of her sex and stare at her clit. The opening of her pussy is so tempting, but I don’t touch her there. My primary focus is her clit.

Using my tongue, I start to tease her, working between her legs, stroking, watching her reaction as I work her pussy. My name spills from her lips, and I can’t resist her anymore. Going down her slit, I stroke her entrance.

All mine. No other man had tasted her. Touched her. Adelaide was mine, all fucking mine. Plunging inside her pussy with my tongue, I work my fingers across her clit, feeling her pulse around my tongue. I want her to be dripping wet, but I also want to feel her come on my dick, that tight cunt squeezing me for every single drop of my cum.

I’m like a man possessed. I can’t help what I want. I just know I want it, and I want her.

Bringing Adelaide to the edge of orgasm, I hold her on the brink, but not allowing her to spill over, I lift up, getting into position between her spread thighs, and then working my dick between her wet slit, I nudge her clit with the tip before going to her entrance. Staring into her eyes, I don’t look away, as inch by inch I sink my cock inside her slick cunt.

“You feel so fucking good,” I said. “Do you like that? Do you like my dick inside you?”

In answer, she nods her head, and I can’t help but smile. This woman is so fucking perfect. I don’t know what I did to deserve her, but I’m not letting her go. She is mine. All mine.

With my dick to the hilt, I take her hands within mine, locking our fingers together, and hold myself in deep, relishing the feel of her tight warmth surrounding me. So good.

There is nowhere else I want to be than with this woman.

“Andrei?” She wriggled against me, and I know exactly what she wanted.

Letting go of her hands, I sit up, but with my dick still inside her. Caressing from her neck, down her body, going between her legs, I start to stroke her clit. Tiny movements at first, and I grit my teeth because the pleasure is so fucking intense. She’s so tight.

With each touch to her clit, I feel her excitement start to build and I have no way of knowing if I will last through her orgasm.

Adelaide lets go, and her cunt is so incredibly tight as she milks me. I watch her, mesmerized as she finally loses control, giving herself up to the pleasure. She is so stunning.

I wait for the aftershocks to subside, releasing her pussy, and then I hold her hands in place. Starting off slow, I take my time, pulling out so only the tip of my dick is within her tight walls, and then I start to thrust, building up my pace, fucking her harder, driving in deeper.

Adelaide’s moans fill the air, and I don’t hold back. There’s no need to be in control anymore. I give myself over to the heat, to the pleasure, and fuck my wife the way I want to. I make love, and pound, and have it all. Even as I plunge in deep, filling her womb with my spunk, I know it’s not enough. I need to have her again.

My dick needs a moment, though, and I collapse over her. When I realize she has all my weight I go to lift off her, but Adelaide surprises me by wrapping her arms around me, keeping me close. With my face against her neck, she doesn’t see my smile, but I fucking love it.

Adelaide could have the world with me.

Lifting up, I stare down into her eyes. There are no tears. She gives me her sweet smile, and I know I’d gladly take it. Whatever this woman offers, I would take.

“I will never let anyone hurt you again,” I said.

“I know.”

There’s something in her gaze and I’m not sure exactly what, but I don’t like it. Does she not trust me? Does she not believe me?

“Adelaide?”

She kisses me instead and rather than question her about her response, I take the kiss, feeling my cock start to thicken once again. I want her. When do I not want her?

Not fucking her on our wedding night had been a nightmare. The only reason I hadn’t was because she had looked terrified. Bethany had scared her once again. That little bitch was getting in my way, and the only way to remove her was to kill her. I was going to do it.

I’d take great pleasure in ending her miserable existence. Then Adelaide would be free.