Page 15 of My Bratva Stalker

She’s choking on me, drool slipping down her chin.

And she’s so fucking pretty like this.

My perfect girl.

Marie

His grip tightens in my hair with a sharp jerk.

Then he yanks me off his cock.

I barely have time to breathe, to think, to understand—

Before he moves.

Big hands. Rough grip. No hesitation.

He picks me up, tosses me on the bed like I weigh nothing.

I gasp as my body bounces—

Then he’s on me.

His mouth crashes between my thighs.

No warning.

No teasing.

Just hot, wet, filthy suction right on my clit.

I scream.

My hips jerk up.

His hands clamp down on the sheets.

But Viktor is holding me still. Keeping me trapped under him.

His growl vibrates against my cunt.

“Where do you think you’re going, printsessa?”

I can’t breathe. Can’t think. I can only feel.

His tongue—flicking, licking, lapping, devouring. His lips—sucking, tugging, teasing. His voice—low, raw, filthy.

“Fuck, baby, you taste so fucking good.”

A strangled noise leaves my throat.

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow.

His hands slide up my body, cupping my tits, squeezing, pulling at my nipples. His thumbs roll them between his fingers, tugging, teasing, making me burn.

“I can’t wait till I’m buried deep inside this sweet pussy.”

Oh my God.

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