Page 76 of Savage Bratva King

“Lick me, Leo.” It’s barely more than a whisper.

I lift her hair from the back of her neck and brand her again, just below her hairline. “I need more than that, printzessa or I’ll keep going.”

Gianna’s hand fumbles with the waistband of my pants, but I grip it with my free hand and hold it behind her back, trapping her against me, my erection throbbing. My lips move lower down her neck, and I keep sucking.

“Lick my pussy.” The words come out breathy and desperate.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” I lean over her, my eyebrows raised questioningly.

“I’m sure.”

I release her and tug her pants down over her hips, pressing my tongue gently between her legs. She immediately groans with pleasure, and my cock bobs in response to the siren call. Gripping her hips, I pick her up and set her down on top of the grand piano, and she lays back, legs spread wide for me.

I smile. “This is what you get for abandoning me last night.”

Holding her open, I insert two fingers, curling them inside her and rubbing them against the spot. Harder and faster, her juices dripping down my fingers.

“You still want me to lick you?”

She’s panting, spine arched, legs already quivering with pleasure. “Yes.”

“Say it like you mean it, Gianna.”

“Yes, I want you to lick me, Leo!” She sits forward, grabs my head with both hands, and pulls my face onto her pussy, and it’s the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me.

“I’m going in.” I make my eyebrows dance independently before I lick her slowly, dragging my tongue the length of her sex.

Gianna lies back on top of the piano, her arms stretched out behind her head.

“You taste so fucking good.” I raise my head just long enough to see her contented smile as the door opens behind me, and Olga lets out a squeal of horror before dragging it shut again.

“Oh my God, Leo.” Gianna tries to close her legs and sit up, but I keep them open with my shoulders. “We should?—”

“Lie back and close your eyes. That’s an order.”

She does as she’s told, but I can tell that the moment is lost. I trail kisses along her inner thighs, teasing her pussy with the tip of my tongue. I open her up and lick her clit, gently, luring her back to me, until I feel her relax against me.

“Good girl. You’re going to come for me now. Come all over my face, Gianna. Show me how much you want me.”

I suck on her clit, nibbling it between my front teeth until her body is writhing and wriggling in my grip. Still, I keep sucking, drinking her up, imprinting the taste of her in my mind, a reminder of what I’m missing when I’m not touching her.

While her sex is still clenching and unclenching from her orgasm, I free my cock and slide it all the way in, feeling her constrict around it.

I pull her into a sitting position on the piano and suck on her breasts while I pound into her wet pussy. Gianna wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me to her, arching her back, thrusting her breasts into my mouth.

“Fuck me, Leo,” she breathes huskily. “I need you to fuck me.”

I don’t need to be told twice. Folding my arms around her, I feel her heart beating in synch with mine as I explode inside her.

I don’t know how long we stay like that, Gianna’s legs and arms wrapped protectively around me, holding me inside for as long as possible, her head resting on my shoulder. But when her pussy eventually pushes me out, it still hasn’t been long enough.

Her face close to mine, Gianna murmurs, “Maybe I’ll sleep in the guest room again tonight if that’s how you repay me.”

“Next time I won’t be so gentle.”

“Is that a promise?”

Something has altered between us. The first time I made Gianna come, she was shy, innocent, naturally curious about what was happening to her body. But now… Now she knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to go for it.

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