Forced By the Ruthless Bratva Beast (Tarasov Bratva #3)

Extended Epilogue – Julia

We strolled hand-in-hand by the shore, our bare feet feeling the sand beneath us. My laughter echoed through the beach, and my hair danced in the ocean breeze.

The scent of salt water wafted through the air as seagulls squealed overhead. The sunset in the west cast its warm glow across the horizon, enveloping everything in its path.

Roman looked hot and sexy in his crisp white linen shirt, unbuttoned to tantalizingly reveal a hint of his broad chest, while his khaki shorts accentuated his strong legs.

I, on the other hand, wore a flowing flowered sundress that fluttered in the ocean breeze.

This was day two of our tropical getaway, and so far, it had been an amazing experience loaded with lots of adventure and sex. Plenty of sex. It was as though we couldn't get enough of each other, and I loved how much he adored my body.

Even now, while strolling the beach with him, images of how he fucked me all night kept flashing in my head, causing my pussy to tingle.

He turned and caught me staring at him, biting my lower lip. “What?” he asked, stopping by the waterside, eyes sparkling with warmth.

“Nothing,” I replied, my voice dropping to a whisper as my gaze hovered over his masculine form. “You just look so edible right now.” My lips curled into a smile.

“Is that so?” A smirk spread across his face as he grabbed my waist, pulling me toward him.

I looked deep into his eyes, and my arms wrapped around his neck, his breath fanning on my skin.

“You shouldn't say stuff like that in the open, Julia,” he whispered, fingers digging into my ass. “I just might as well lose control.”

I giggled, pushing closer to feel his erection as my head jerked backward with his lips pressed against the nape of my neck. “Maybe I want you to lose control,” I said amidst chuckles, my hand traveling down to his groin.

His cock was already hard, swelling in his khaki shorts. I smiled, stroking the print. “I've always wanted to get fucked by the beach,” I confessed, breathing heavily at the pleasure of his hands all over my body.

He looked at me, his fingers daring to go up the hem of my dress and travel up my thighs. He smiled, watching me shudder at his touch. “Well, you're in luck because we're alone at a private beach…under the sunset.” His voice, a low, sexy whisper, jolted across my body.

A soft moan escaped my lips as his fingers settled on my underpants, caressing my tingling pussy.

Roman claimed my lips, sealing my gasps with a fervent kiss that left us both breathless. Between my legs, his fingers were relentlessly sliding up and down my entrance.

I pushed my tongue into his mouth, and he did the same. Roman lifted me in his strong arms and locked my feet around his waist; my head stayed bent over to continue kissing him.

Breaths were exchanged in the heat of passion. Tongues twirled in our mouths, our heads cocking sideways to the rhythm of the sensation that coursed through us.

Gently, he lowered me to the ground, my back resting against the sand, and his lips never left mine.

As his hands brushed against my dress, I felt a sudden jolt. His hand grasped the fabric concealing my chest, and with a gentle tug, he pulled it down, exposing the delicate curves of my breasts.

He left my mouth, and his eyes darted down at my bare chest. Roman licked his lips, his gaze fixed on my breasts before going down to suck them.

My hips bucked at the feeling of his mouth on my hard nipple. The chill of his tongue sent jolts of electricity surging through my body.

Roman grabbed one boob with a delicate squeeze while simultaneously sucking on the other. His groin was pressed between my spread legs, his hard erection causing my inner muscles to clench, pulsing around him.

He released my captured breasts and kissed my lips some more before going down on me. With his teeth, he withdrew my panties and stuck his head back between my legs.

I arched my back in response to the pleasure rippling through me; my toes curled, and my eyelids fluttered closed, lost in an ocean of passion.

My shoulders relaxed, surrendering to his touch as he licked my clit and ate my pussy. His drool mixed with my wetness, my juice, prompting the word “Yes” to tumble from my lips, urgent and eager.

I could hear the ocean waves overlapping and feel the breeze brushing against my skin, accentuating Roman's touch. I squeezed against the sand, my hips tilting and brows furrowing in pleasure.

My palms rubbed over his buzz cut, pushing his head deeper between my legs. “Oh, my God, yes!” I whimpered. I rested on my elbows, eyes looking down at him as he continued to eat. “Roman! Oh, Roman,” I whispered his name, a plea for more.

My mouth softened, a gentle smile spreading across my face as he raised his head to look at me, wiping my juice off his lips.

Positioned on his knees, he unzipped his pants as I slowly crawled on all fours and stopped in front of him. Dusting the sand off my palms, I took his cock and stroked it for a while without breaking eye contact with him.

He released a growl, throwing his head backward as I took his veiny organ in my mouth. He rose to his feet as I remained on my knees, gliding my mouth over his cock, choking, gagging, and drooling.

I then stood, reaching to kiss his lips as I shed his shirt, and he took off my dress. Roman spread the dress over the sand as a makeshift sheet as he pulled me to himself, kissing my lips and fingering my cunt at the same time.

“This is insane,” he whispered, working my pussy as his eyes fixed on the expression on my face.

“I know,” I moaned. “But I love it. I love the insanity.” A soft cry came forth when he dug deeper.

I pushed him over, and he fell on the makeshift sheet, eyes roaming my naked body as I towered over him. “You're beautiful.” He smirked, stroking his hard cock.

My cheeks flushed at his remark, and I lowered myself onto his groin.

He threw his hands to the back of his head as I grabbed his cock, positioning it over my pussy. Slowly, I straddled him, his cock traveling up my mound as my breathy gasps filled the air.

Once settled, my hands braced against his broad chest, my hips rocking in a gentle, soothing rhythm. My body swayed like a pendulum, back and forth, as I held his gaze, savoring the look of ecstasy etched on his face.

He reached out and grabbed my breasts, fondling them, squeezing, and molding. I continued to glide up and down, back and forth, my waist grinding over his cock, my body twisting and twirling. My hands flew into my hair as I rolled my head, basking in the intensity of our connection.

As my desire amplified, my moans grew louder, and my pace quickened. My waist rotated and ground faster and more vigorously as I sought a deeper connection.

He grabbed my slender waist, his groin writhing as he plunged mercilessly into my throbbing pussy. My breasts bounced up and down.

“Oh, my God, I'm cumming!” I announced, my hands dropping to his chest for support. “Don't stop, I'm cumming!” I moaned loudly, my cry echoing across the horizon.

He let out a deep groan, his cock relentlessly pounding into my pussy. Roman's grip around my waist tightened, fingers digging into my flesh.

His primal growl signaled his arrival, yet he wouldn't stop ramming my cunt, and I wouldn't stop moaning.

“Give it to me—give it to me. I want it!” The words rushed out of my lips, eager to feel the warmth of his cum filling my pussy.

Roman's body tensed, his eyes locking on mine, and with a low, guttural growl, he released his passion, pouring himself into me.

“Yes, yes!” The soft whisper tore from my lips as I trembled, accepting his torrent of desire that bathed my innermost depths.

So warm.

So satisfying.

Our bodies merged in a frenzy of release as I shuddered, squirting with an intense orgasm. He emptied his load deep inside me, his groin wet from the liquid that burst out of me.

Drained, my body slumped on his as we lay there, breathless.

“That…was amazing,” I said, my voice low and faint, a smile playing on my lips.

He grabbed my head and positioned me to look into his eyes. “No , you're amazing,” he whispered with a grin of satisfaction.

My cheeks flushed as I lowered my face and kissed his lips before resting my head on his chest with a deep sigh.

Roman was all I wanted in a man, and although our story was twisted, it worked out fine in the end, just like Aida had said.

“I love you, Roman,” I said, my tone hushed as I listened to the sound of his beating heart.

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THE END