Page 51 of Born into Chaos

I give her a wink and lower my head to kiss her stomach. “No way in hell I don’t have you beat on that one,pcholka.”

She runs her fingers through my hair, and when I pop the button of her jeans, she moans my name and arches her hips, wanting me to remove her pants.

“You sure about this, Sveta?” I look up at her, giving her a chance to get control of herself and tell me no, but she just smiles and wiggles her hips.

“Better hurry. That adorable little cock-blocker isn’t going to sleep all day, and you owe me an orgasm. Several, actually.” She gives a soft laugh. “You’re going to be a very exhausted man for the foreseeable future, Vitya. I hope you can handle it.”

“So fucking demanding and I haven’t even put my mouth on you yet.”

She sighs and leans all the way back, stretching her arms over her head, and when I don’t move fast enough, she wiggles her hips again. “Vitya, please. I think I might cry if I don’t get to come soon. You have no idea how frustrated I am right now.”

“Oh, I think I have an idea.” I let her feel my hard length against her leg. “I’ve pretty much been like this for two goddamn years.”

She lifts up and gives me one of her classic Sveta looks and says, “Well, whose fault is that? Now, stop talking and remind me why I saved your life.”

I can’t help but shake my head and laugh at her feisty tone. I knew going into this that she’d be a handful, but I’m guessing a few orgasms will loosen her up.

She lays back and huffs out a “Finally” when I unzip her pants and start to pull them off her.

“Keep it up, sweetheart, and I may decide I’m no longer hungry.”

Her fingers tighten in my hair, an obvious attempt to keep my head between her legs, but all it does is make me laugh and nip at the soft skin of her hip. Patience isn’t something that comes naturally to Sveta, but she’ll learn that she’s not always going to get her way with me. I’m not the kind of man who’s going to come running every time she snaps her fingers, no matter how sexy she may look while she’s doing it.

She rocks her hips up when I start to tug her jeans down, and as soon as I’ve pulled them off, she spreads her thighs for me. Sveta may be a virgin, but there’s nothing hesitant about her. She wants this, the way she’s rocking her hips and the obvious wet stain on her pretty pink panties is proof of that.

“Jesus,” I groan, rethinking my stance on not being at her beck and call, because I know I’d do any damn thing she asked of me right now. She could ring a goddamn bell, and I’d come running.

Unable to resist, I grab her thighs, spreading her wider apart as I lower my face and nuzzle the pussy I would gladly worship until the day I die. There’s still a thin scrap of fabric between my face and herflesh, but I don’t care. I can smell her intoxicating scent, and I can feel the folds of her pussy against my mouth.

“Vitya,” she moans, gripping my head and fighting against the hold I have on her, trying desperately to grind against my face and get herself off.

“Patience, little bee. I want to savor this.”

“I’ve been patient,” she reminds me while digging her heel into my back.

I place a soft kiss on her panty-covered clit. “How untouched are you?”

“Completely.”

The angry tone of her voice makes me smile as I give her another kiss. This one is firmer, and I drag my thumb up her slit while I do it.

“Fuck, don’t you dare stop,” she hisses at me.

Pulling a hand from my hair, she uses it to try and tug her panties off, but I smack her hand away and keep teasing her through the fabric.

“You’re going to come like this,” I tell her. “You’re going to come while everything you want is just out of reach.” I press the pad of my tongue against her clit and rub her through her panties while she tries desperately to rock her hips.

“Fucker.” She pants the word and somehow makes it sound like an endearment, and when I wrap my lips around her clit and give it a suck, she lets out a sexy gasp and fists my hair even tighter.

“Don’t scream when you come, Sveta,” I warn her.

“I won’t,” she promises, willing to agree to anything right now as long as it keeps my mouth on her. I tease her relentlessly, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m so close,” she whines. “Please don’t stop.”

Hearing her beg makes me fucking ravenous for her, and when I spread her thighs wider and press harder against her clit, she breaks apart for me. She must clamp a hand over her mouth, because all I can hear are muffled screams as she soaks her panties so fucking good for me. I growl against her pussy, tasting her through the fabric andknowing it will never be enough. Before she’s even come down, I’m yanking her panties off, unable to stand anything between us.

The sight of her bare, glistening pussy freezes me in place. She’s swollen and shaved and so goddamn wet. She’s still wearing her green sweater, and an overwhelming urge hits me to see her fully naked. I’ve imagined her like this so many times, but my mind didn’t do her justice. I had no idea anyone could even be this beautiful. My hands slide up her shapely thighs and along her hips before ghosting over her stomach.

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