Page 5 of My Bratva Dom

I don’t say a word. Because if I open my mouth, I’m not gonna stop.

“You gotta learn to loosen up,” Tina purrs, her fingers dragging absently along her bare thigh. Her deep brown skin looking so fucking soft. So tempting. “You’re gonna give yourself a heart atta-”

I’m on her before she finishes her sentence.

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A gasp barely escapes her lips before my hands are on her, pressing her back to the marble counter.

I growl, crowding her in place. “You won’t stop running yourfucking mouth, brat.”

Tina’s fingers wrap around my wrist, but she’s not pushing me away… just holding.

“You gonna make me shut up, big guy?” Her voice is breathless.

My fingers tighten. And her chest heaves, her big, soft tits brushing against my chest, and my cock throbs so hard I can barely think.

“Should fuck you raw right here,” I growl, our faces only inches away.

We stare into each other’s eyes, in shock. I never intended to say the words out loud. And clearly Tina didn’t expect them.

When she finally speaks, her response tips the scale of this insane thing fizzling between us forever. “Then do it.”

I don’t remember moving. One second I’m holding her still, the next I’m kissing her. Hard. My tongue pushing deep, swallowing her moans like I fucking need the taste of her to live.

Her small hands fly to my chest. Running over the fabric of my shirt. Her nails scratching, fingers grasping.

Her mouth is sweet and wet, fucking perfect.

I drag my hand down her body, over her big tits, her soft stomach, then shove it between her lush thighs.

Tina gasps against my lips. She clenches her legs tight, but I force them apart.

“You wanna act like a fucking brat?”

I push her panties aside and sink two fingers inside her, hard and deep, forcing her body to stretch. No prep. No buildup.

“Jesus…” she gasps, her eyes widening.

“That’s what fucking brats fucking get,” I snarl against her mouth, my fingers driving deeper. “They get fucking punished.”

Her head falls back, her kiss-swollen lips parting on a ragged moan, while I finger-fuck her deep, hard, and fast. My thick fingers hooking up to massage her g-spot. My thumb rolling and pressing on her swollen clit. Fuck. She takes me so fucking good.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so tight… so soft… so fucking wet.” I’m coming undone just from the feel of her. The sweet scent of her juices. The wet sounds of her pussy.

My thumb circles her clit, slow and mean, teasing her until her full hips start rolling against my hand. I’m shaking. Hard as a rock. I lick my lips, nostrils flaring. Inhaling the intoxicating scent of her cunt. Imagining her sitting on my face. Smothering me with her thick thighs. Pulling at my hair. Riding my face.

“Look at you.” I curl my fingers inside her, against that sweet spot that makes her whimper every time. “Fucking drenched for me. You like that, brat?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Of course you do. My perfect little slut,” I rasp at her ear, kissing, biting and licking her soft skin, breathing in her smell, pumping my fingers slow and deep, her slick coating my hand. Tina’s breath turns ragged. “You gonna come for me, sweet girl?”

Her eyes squeeze shut. “I can’t, not here… not like this…”

“Yes, you can,” I order. My thumb presses harder, my fingers working her relentlessly. “Come for me, brat.”

Her entire body tightens, legs shaking, breath hitching, then she’s falling apart, shattering against my hand with desperate, breathless moans.

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