Page 69 of Brutal Knight

"Yes. I got it.” Eyes glimmering with lust, her hand slipped inside the front of black, velvet panties. The fabric tented, bobbing, drawing me in, a moth to the flame. The sound of her soft sigh was the only thing that tore my eyes away from her hand. She'd closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall. “But that’s not what I wanted.”

“What did you want, Tatiana?” I brought the glass to her mouth, tipping it. She parted luscious lips, taking a sip, her eyes opening and staring at me as she drank. I couldn’t stop staring at her lips on the glass. Remembering how sweet they were. The taste of her sweaty skin, her perky nipples. Over the recent years, I was slowly growing to know all the little pieces of her.

I lowered the glass. Then, taking a block of ice from it, I hooked a finger in lace, pulling it aside to reveal a nipple. It pebbled as I stroked the ice against the tip. "Whatever it is, I'll give it to you."

"Anything?” She moaned, arching her back into my touch, her panties still moving as she played with herself.

“Yes," I could only stare at the erotic creature. "Anything."

"I don't believe you," she breathed out, her voice strained.

“Try me.” I slid the ice down her belly, watching it move gracefully over sensual skin and tight muscle. Slipping my hand under her panties, she gasped as I pushed it up her blazing, soaked cunt.

“God, Knight.” Her fingers wrapped around my arm, squeezing it tight, pulling me closer as her hips shifted, rocking against me.

“You’re already so wet,polva.” I grinned as my fingers joined hers, sliding through her slick, swollen folds. “Have you been a naughty girl?”

“Yes. I couldn’t stop myself.”

I leaned in, caressing the soft skin of her neck with my lips. “Tell me what wicked thing you’ve done.”

“I played with myself, under the table, while I was staring at you.”

“In front of the priest?” I chuckled darkly at her nod. “Do you do that often? Lie in your bed, thighs spread, touching yourself, thinking of me?”

“Almost every night.”

“And during the day?” My cock was growing thicker at her words and at our fingers, sliding against each other, fighting for dominance over her pussy.

“Sometimes.”

“You’re such a dirty whore.” I kissed and licked down the swell of her breast. “Do you think of me when you fuck those other men?”

“Every time.”

“And what do you think about?” My teeth grazed over her nipple.

“You claiming me. Taking me away from this place. Showing me what life could really be like.”

Biting down on her tit, I tore her panties off and pushed a finger up inside her. “Is that all?”

“All?” She laughed, the sound acerbic, then her voice growing more desperate as she rolled her hips, “No, that’s not all.”

“Then what?”

“I imagine you on top of me. Your body covering mine.”

“Kissing you?” She nodded. “Then moving down your body?” I dropped the glass, shattering it on the floor, then fell to my knees, staring up at her. “Tasting your dirty pussy?” I hooked a finger through velvet, pulling her panties to the side, and bent down, my mouth coming down on her. “Making you come? Then lapping up your cream?”

She moaned. “God, yes.”

“Sliding up inside you, my big dick filling you?” I inserted another finger, fucking her with them as I ate her out.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please.”

“Making babies with you?” I suckled and fucked. “You want that, polva?”

She nodded. “Yes. All of that.”

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