Page 13 of The Bratva's Weakness

“Yes,” she says confidently and that makes me want her even more.

“Good because I’m not holding back. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight,” I threaten, taking her mouth in a hard kiss.

“I’m going to rawdog you, baby.”

“I don’t want anything between us, James,” she says as her nails slide down my back, leaving their own marks. I slide the first inch of my cock inside her, and I strain, forcing myself to go slow.

“Relax, baby, you can take me.”

She nods and lets out a deep breath, and I plunge the rest of the way in. She gasps, and I swallow it with a kiss while letting her adjust to the feel of me before I start slowly stroking in and out of her. She begins to let out soft moans and I pick up my pace, eager to make her come again.

“You’re being such a good girl, taking all of me like that. You were made for me. We’re a perfect fit.” My eyes peer down to where we meet and the sight of me sliding in and out of her is enough to make me certain I’ll never want this with anyone else for as long as I live.

“Ah, baby, take my cock.” My pace quickens, becoming almost erratic, Allie’s nails dig into me, her hips arching to meet my thrusts.

“I want it. I want it all,” she cries, linking her feet behind my back.

Holy fuck.

I fuck her hard, hands planted beside her head, the sound of my dick thrusting in and out of her sopping wet pussy filling the air around us.

“Gonna give you my cum. Put a baby inside you.”

“Do it, James,” she yells and then clenches around me, her orgasm squeezing my cock and sending me over the edge. Her pussy continues to milk me until the very last drop, and I collapse beside her, completely and totally spent.

God, I love her.

Chapter Seven

Allie

James was well worth the wait.

We’re in the shower together, cleaning up after our second round of the evening. I feel like I’ve been electrified, brought to life by this handsome, dangerous man. I understand the more time I spend with him that others—his staff, his rivals—are scared of him, but he’s never made me feel anything other than safe and wanted.I think this is what love feels like.

I turn to face James, stopping him from washing my hair. He looks gorgeous, his muscles rippling and wet, his hair swiped away from his face, brown eyes alight with wanting, like they always are around me.

“I want to taste you,” I whisper to him, suddenly desperate to experience him in my mouth.

“You sure, baby?”

“Yes,” I say, pressing my lips to his and sucking his tongue into my mouth, hoping to get him riled up again. It works. I feel him hardening where his cock meets my stomach and I laugh into the kiss, surprised it was this easy.

“Whatever you want,” he mumbles against my lips and I promptly lower to my knees, taking his hard, thick length intomy hands before swirling my tongue around his already leaking tip.

I’ve never done this before, but it feels instinctual to me, like I already know exactly what he likes and how he likes it. The guttural moan he lets out as I take him down my throat tells me I’m on the right track, and his hands tangle in the wet strands of my hair.

I continue stroking him with my tongue, fitting as much of him down my throat as I can and using my hand on the rest of him. I swirl my tongue as I work down, and when I feel his spine tighten beneath my grip, I only work harder, desperate to taste more of his salty release.

“Allie, I’m almost there,” he groans out, hands tightening in my hair to give me the most delicious sting. I swirl my tongue once more and feel him burst in my mouth. I swallow every last drop as he holds me against him.

I can’t wait to do this again.

He pulls me up and slides to his knees, kissing every inch of my body on the way down to return the favor. I know we’re not getting much sleep tonight.

***

I wake in the morning sore and desperate for more of James. It’s still slightly dark out and I look at the clock, seeing that it’s just before 5 a.m. Though part of me wants to stay here and explore him in any way I can, another part of me knows I need to get my thoughts in order and there’s only one person who can help me do that: Katie.

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