Page 2 of Bratva Hunter

The chuckle returns as he scoops me up and struts to the bedroom, standing me against the bed. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

I gasp. “Yes. Oh, yes.”

“Can I be rough?”

“Sure. I trust you won’t hurt me.”

“No, pretty girl. I won’t.”

He reaches around and unhooks the single hook holding my tiny dress on my body. The swath of material falls to the ground, pooling around my slingback heels. Braless, he strokes his hands under and around my breasts. His warm hands cause goosebumps which peak my nipples. Leaning down, he wraps his lips around one and fingers the other. My pussy soaks my panties. “Oh…”

“You’re so responsive.”

“I love what you’re doing.”

“It’s only going to get better from here.”

His thumb grazes the side of my breast as his hand scales down my body. His lips pop off my nipple, and he gathers me into his arms, cradling me, and lying me on the bed. I sigh; the anticipation races my heart.

“Have you ever been tied up, Rosa?”

“What? No.” I giggle. “I’ve read about it.”

He kisses me quickly, then rubs his face along the side of mine, nibbling down my throat as my breath catches. He’s so much more experienced than I even imagined. “Are you going to tie me up?”

“You sound like you want me to.”

“What would you do to me once you tied me up?”

“I’d make you suck my cock, then I’d fuck you ‘til you couldn’t come anymore before I exploded in you.”

My jaw drops. “Uh. Yes.”

He chuckles as his eyes twinkle. He steps away from the bed and moves to the dresser, which holds his duffel bag. Rummaging around for a moment, he pulls out a strip of condoms. I’m on the pill, but I want a condom every time. He walks back to me with it and a small bundle of red and yellow rope in his hand. He rips off one foil square package and tosses the rest on the bed-side table and reaches out with a hand. “Put your wrists together in front of you.” He drops the single condom next to me on the bed.

My mouth waters, waiting for what’s going to happen next as I put my wrists out like he instructed. The smile he offers makes me feel like I’m a perfect student.

“Good girl.”

“Thank you.”

His pupils look as big as pennies, and his stare bores a hole into my soul. “If I do anything you don’t like, you’re going to say the word ‘red’. If you are unsure about anything, you will say, ‘yellow’.”

“It’s like the stories I read in my books.”

His hands move around mine, flipping and tucking the rope around my wrists. The knots give my hands room to move justenough not to constrict. When he mentioned tying me up, I wondered if I would be afraid, but I’m not. I’m excited.

“You’re doing such a good job, Rosa.”

I should feel guilty giving him my name. I know better. The thought spins around my brain, but I can’t focus on it. What’s going to happen next? How big is his cock? I mean, the man is huge, so he’s got to be so much bigger than the two boys I had sex with before.

Rory stares at my hands. Satisfaction plays on his face, giving me a warm feeling in my chest. He’s happy with me. He wraps his hand around my elbow and pulls me to the bed’s edge, picking me up and setting me on my feet. I smile as he grabs a pillow to drop it on the floor, where he points with one hand as he steadies me with his other. “Kneel.” Falling to my knees, his fingers grasp the button on his slacks. He shoves down his pants and briefs, causing them to pile at his feet. His shoes are off, and I can’t remember him removing them. His perfectly erect cock stands along his taut stomach. It’s bigger than I imagined. I catch his smile as he strokes the back of my head. “Take my cock into your mouth.”

I don’t have free hands, so I turn my head and open my mouth as he pushes his cock down and between my lips. His hand continues to rub the back of my head as he holds the shaft at the perfect angle for my mouth. I’ve never done this, but it seems like the most natural thing to do. I slip my tongue around the head and slurp as he moans. His fingers knead the back of my head as he strokes the bottom of his cock. I wish my hands were free to grab it.

He chuckles. “Stop thinking and suck my cock.”

The command makes my pussy cream, and I can’t wait to please him again. Bobbing up and down on his hard length, he moans. Satisfaction surrounds my soul. This has nothing to do with my family or my job. This is all me, all Rosa. I find a pacethat helps me take him deeper into my mouth. I’ve watched this on porn, so I get the gist of what should be done, but it’s a heady feeling for me to be pleasuring him. He growls and startles me.

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