Page 62 of Forbidden Bratva Virgin

“What?”

“The skirt,” he rasped, his hands moving to his belt. Miron dragged his lips to my throat and grazed the tender skin on my nape. “You’ve never worn one for a session.”

“You’re insane.” I laughed, joining him to unbuckle the steel keeping his pants on his waist. The belt came off, the zipper went down, and his pants hung low on his firm buttocks. I slid an arm behind his waist, palming one in my hand and dragging him closer.

“Someone’s growing bold, I see.” He bit my earlobe, sucking hard on it until I was pleading for him to hurry up.

“Miron, please,” I cried, twisting my face to catch his lips. “I have another client scheduled to walk in here in thirty minutes.”

“We better make use of the time, then,” he groaned into my mouth and pulled me, walking backward toward my desk. He trapped me against it, shielding the rest of the view with his body.

Miron was merciless, hard, and unforgiving. I needed oxygen, but having him bunch up my skirt and cup my thong eliminated that thought. I arched into him, pushing my dripping pussy into his hand. He fisted the thong and, in a flash, ripped it apart.

I barely made it through another breath of air before he slipped two fingers into me at the same time. My head rolled backward, a guttural sound tearing from my throat.

“Do you like that?”

“God, yes.” Hazily, I kissed his jaw and pulled at his cotton briefs. “Miron, there’s no time.”

He pushed his fingers deeper, catapulting me to a dangerous edge, but didn’t allow me to tip over. “How many minutes left?”

“Twenty, twenty-five—I don’t know. But I need at least ten minutes to put myself together.”

“Because you know I’m going to fuck you until you shatter, right?”

Blushing as an effect of dirty words had never been my thing until Miron. They made my heart soar. Made me anticipate.

“We’re doing something different today. If it hurts, tell me to stop, and I won’t hesitate.”

Curiosity made me ask, “Something like what?”

His brows dipped in a crease. “If it hurts, tell me to stop, Hazel. Did you hear that?”

I nodded and was about to repeat my question when he flipped me around, gently pressing my stomach to the desk. Grabbing my hips, he bunched my skirt higher and spread my legs. Then, I felt his lips trailing kisses from my butt cheeks to my pussy.

“Miron….”

I groaned into the desk, curling my fingers to hold on to the other edge while the rest of my body quivered with blinding desire. His fingers played with my clit while his tongue and mouth did thefucking.It felt so insanely good that a ringing sound started in my ears, and I had to keep the moans from journeying out the window.

“You’re ready for me,” he growled against my sex and drew a loud gasp from me when his tongue lapped there and licked on my juices.

Rising to his full height, I heard the shuffle of his clothes, and his cock stationed at my entrance.

“You have to promise not to make a noise, okay?”

Miron spoke so incredibly softly that I thought I was in heaven.

“Okay—God, Miron.”

He’d driven into me, muffling the sexiest groan I’d ever heard from a man, and my walls clenched around him, slowly adjusting to his size. I spread my legs wider to accept all of him and closed my eyes, reeling in the ecstasy, pushing my hips to complete this divine merger that had absurdity written all over yet felt so right.

Holding my waist, he pulled out and rammed into me with more force than I ever thought I could handle. And I shamelessly begged for more. I couldn’t have enough. Not when he fucked me harder, deeper, and faster. Not when the desk quaked under our weight and the items clattered to the ground.

“This shit isn’t working,” I heard him say before he flipped me onto my back and raised me so we were gazing into each other’s eyes. “I need to see you while I fuck you.”

He drove into me again, and I bit the back of my hand from screaming. A throaty moan escaped my throat with each thrust. I bounced up and down, and he moved his hips with quicker precision until I was mumbling his name over and over again, like a hamster working its wheel.

The more he sank into me, the closer I got to the moon and stars, and when he kissed my sweaty neck and lips, the entire universe was at my feet.

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