Page 9 of The Bratva's Weakness

“Take off your shirt,” he growls. I look behind me, noticing the blinds are open. Even though it’s dark, anyone walking by could see in. I briefly think about closing them, but then I turn back to find James with a smirk on his face.

“Let them see me give you pleasure.” I moan, the thought making me so wet I have to be leaving marks on James’ pants. I quickly peel off my white t-shirt to reveal the light blue lacy bra I chose to wear to work this morning. Despite my inexperience, I’m nearly always wearing perfectly sexy matching sets. They make me feel good, like I have a little secret. One I’m now sharing with James.

He stares down at my chest with pure want in his eyes and it makes me feel…powerful.

“You were wearing that all day?” he asks, bringing his hands up to knead my breasts.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I was hoping you’d get a chance to see it,” I admit.

“I’m glad I did. You’re stunning, Allie,” he says, leaning forward to plant kisses on the tops of my breasts, still molding them to his hands. “As much as I love this,” he says, pulling the strap of my bra forward before letting it snap back to my skin, leaving me with a delicious sting, “I think I’ll love seeing your tits more.” With that, he reaches behind me and undoes the bra with any easy twist of his hand.

Suddenly, I’m bare before him. I know my breasts aren’t the biggest, but the way he’s looking at me makes me feel like they were made for him.

“Perfect,” he says, leaning forward and wrapping his mouth along a peaked bud. The scruff that’s grown on his face through the course of the day tickles a bit, but as he begins twisting and sucking me in his mouth while his other hand lavishes the other side, I feel like I’m in heaven. I let out another moan as he releases me with a “pop” before switching sides.

I’m suddenly desperate for more… more of his mouth, his hands… just him. I feel myself mindlessly grinding against him. He releases me again.

“Gonna make yourself come?” he asks, pulling my mouth to his again. I quicken my pace, dying for any sense of relief.

“I need you,” I whisper between kisses.

“I can give you better. Let me taste you,” he says, meeting my eyes once again.

I am at a loss for words so I nod in response, feeling my cheeks burn as he reaches for my pants, undoing the button and slowly sliding them down my legs. I impatiently kick them off my feet, left only in my light blue thong, a clear wet spot formed in the center of my panties.

I don’t have time to feel embarrassed before he says, “Sorry about this,” and rips off my panties. My jaw drops at the display—almost like I’m not sure how to feel, but the surge of wetness down my core tells me I’mveryinto it.

“I’ll buy you ten more pairs, I promise,” he says, leaning over and planting another kiss to my lips. “Now, I need to feast.”

Then he starts to lift me.

I steady my hands on his shoulders. This man is a beast, lifting me as if I weight nothing.

“What- what are you doing?” I ask as my knees find the back of the couch, helping to support my body. James is now level with my pussy, and he inhales, taking in my scent.

Without another word, but with one more wicked grin my way, he dives in. He laps at my pussy in a mix of quick taps and long, lingering strokes. I’m moaning so loudly I worry the neighbors might hear me. When he moves to thrust his tongue fully inside of me, my hands whip to his mess of dark hair, tangling in the strands like I’m holding on for dear life.

“That’s it, baby, hold me right where you want me,” James says. “You taste like home,” he whispers more to himself than to me. I take in the sight before me, him eating me out like it’s hislast meal, his hands wrapped around my hips, and my hands gripping the tendrils of his hair.

He was worth the wait.

I move my hands to the back of my couch, angling my body so it can press deeper into him. James moans and sucks my clit into his mouth. I scream, the sensation almost too much. I move my hips, jackknifing into him, unable to stop.

I sob – it feels too good.

He comes up for air, his dirty talk keeping me on the edge, “You ride my face so good. This pussy was made for me; your sweet nectar is all I need.” He dives back in, and I cry out, wanting more, more, more.

His tongue laps up all of me before he moves back to the sensitive bundle at the apex of my thighs and when he curls one long, think finger inside of me, I feel myself tipping over the edge.

“Don’t… don’t stop, please, just like that,” I gasp as he inserts a second finger. With one more curve of his hand and a swirl of his tongue, I’m falling.

“James,” I scream as I feel myself contracting around his fingers.

“That’s it, baby,” he says as he keeps swirling his fingers within me. He moves his tongue to suck my clit and I’m falling all over again. My hips finally slow, and James’ fingers pull out only for him to suck them into his mouth, making sure to drink all of my juices. I slump down, and he helps lower me back onto his lap, placing sweet kisses in my hair.

“Gorgeous,” he says. “Still mad at me?” he asks before kissing me, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

“I think I’m getting over it,” I say, pulling him closer towards me. “I know I’ve never done… anything, but can I… take care of you?” I ask, eyeing where his pants are still tented beside me.

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