Page 61 of Savage Bratva King

“Good girl.” I work her with my finger, matching my movements to the flicks of her tongue. “You’re so wet, Gianna. Did you start without me?”

“I-no.” She stops licking and turns her head to look at me.

“Don’t stop. You’re not allowed to come before I do.”

Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and she tries to pull away, but I don’t let her. “Leo, I won’t be able to stop it.”

“You can try for me, can’t you?” I drag my tongue across her clit, still working her with my finger. I slide in a second finger. “I can’t hear you.”

“I… I don’t know.”

Her pussy is already spasming, and I haven’t even gotten started yet. “Wrong answer.” I suck her sweet pussy, flicking her clit with my tongue.

“I’ll try.”

I would smile, but this is game on. “You’d better make me come then, Gianna.”

She grips my erection in her fist and slides the head into her mouth. I give her a couple of beats to get into a rhythm before I slide my fingers out of her and slide my tongue in. She tastes so fucking sweet I want to make her come on my face all night. I want to wake up with her pussy in my face so that it’s the first thing I taste in the morning.

Her pleasure eclipses my own. My balls are full for her, but this is one game she’ll never win. Even when she takes all of me into her mouth.

“Fuck, Gianna.” I stop sucking on her. My breaths are rapid, my pulse racing. “That feels so good.”

She slides my cock out of her mouth and supports her upper body on her arms either side of my hips. “Only good? Surely, you can do better than that.”

I bounce my cock back to her mouth. “It feels fucking awesome.”

I sense her smile as she crushes my length between her breasts and rubs them up and down me.

“So, the printzessa is playing to win, huh?”

I pull her hips down onto my face and push my tongue into her as far as the hilt, rubbing her clit with my dripping wet fingers. Her explosion is almost instantaneous. But she isn’t getting away with it that easily. Each time her orgasm starts to fade, I hit the spot again with my tongue until finally, she admits defeat and releases my cock, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure rippling through her body.

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GIANNA

My orgasms leaveme feeling weak and limp, like I could sleep for a month. But Leonid turns me around and eases me onto his cock so that I’m facing him.

“Ride me, Gianna.”

I can’t look away from him. He doesn’t allow me to feel self-conscious about being a novice at this. The gleam in his eyes makes me feel like the most beautiful woman alive. Like a … princess.

“Good girl.”

It isn’t meant to be patronizing, and it’s what I want to hear. Each time he calls me his good girl, I get a surge of adrenaline through my veins, and any shyness I felt the first time he kissed me in the maze evaporates a little bit more.

He squeezes my breasts, and I lean into him, our skin slamming together as I thrust my hips back and forth, then pausing to grind in circles. I slide off him and lick my taste from his cock. Then, I guide him back inside me and kiss Leo, sharing my juices with him.

It’s hard to believe that I’m doing this. Me. The twenty-three-year-old virgin promised to a mafia boss. Ex-virgin, I remind myself. Because Leonid is like a rare dish that, once tasted, will never be beaten.

I want him. I want him with every fiber of my being. I could no more walk away and forget this ever happened, than I could stop breathing. He, this, our bodies coming together, has become my oxygen. Leonid Ivanov is the fix that I need to keep me functioning, and I want to spend whatever time we have left together exploring every part of him.

“Fuck me, you little minx.” He pulls my hips above his face and lowers my pussy onto his tongue. “Fuck my tongue, Gianna.”

And I do. Using the wall as support, I ride his tongue, my orgasm shuddering through me again and again.

Leonid sits on the edge of the bed, and I sit on his cock, riding him from behind. He grips my hips, making my thrusts more powerful. I hold onto his thighs, back arched, and head tipped backwards, my breasts bouncing with each movement. When he comes inside me, his hand wraps around my neck, he tilts my face towards him and fills my mouth with his tongue.

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