Page 123 of Bratva's Intern

“Tell me.”

“I’m thinking it’s going to hurt.”

“It won’t.” He leaned over me and kissed me. “Trust me.”

I wanted to; I really did.

He poured lube over my cock as well. When we were both slicked up, he kissed me, our mouths barely parting, panting between kisses, our bodies pressed skin to skin. Maxim took both our cocks in hand and slid against me.

“Fuck.” Our slick dicks glided together, his firm hand guiding the torturous rhythm.

I bucked my hips upward, meeting his grind for grind, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I didn’t know where he ended and I began. All I knew was that I wanted more. More of him.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Rub against me. Let me feel how badly you want it.”

I buried my face against his neck, moaning his name over and over as our pace grew frantic. The heat, the pressure, the slick drag of his cock against mine. It was too much.

“Look, kroshka. Look how your cock fits against mine. All slick and wet, leaking all over mine. Absolutely beautiful.”

“Gonna come,” I gasped. “Maxim, please?—”

He grabbed my hips and moved against me harder, rutting like he needed it just as badly, his breath ragged in my ear.

“You’re so easy for me, so fucking good. I love watching you fall apart.” His breath was hot against the side of my face. “Do it, Wren. Come apart for me.”

With a desperate moan, I exploded, body shaking from waves of pleasure ripping through me. Before I could come down from it fully, Maxim’s voice reached me, low and thick with heat, as he rolled over onto his back. “Come here.”

I moved toward him, still panting, limbs loose from the high. He caught my mouth with his and kissed me deep—tongue, teeth, everything. I moaned against his lips as his hand wrapped around his cock and stroked.

His grip was tight, his rhythm relentless. I kissed him harder, breath still ragged, clinging to his shoulder. His body tensed beneath mine.

“Suck my nipples,” he rasped.

I bent down and drew one of his nipples into my mouth, flicking my tongue against the hardened nub. He shuddered.

“Fuck, Wren. Just like that. Don’t stop. Harder.”

I moved to the other, licking, sucking, grazing it lightly with my teeth. His hand moved faster. His hips bucked.

“Wren! Fuck! I’m?—”

His body snapped taut, every muscle locked as he came with a deep groan, thick ropes of cum striping across his stomach, spilling over his abs and lower chest.

I watched, breathless.

“Fuck.”

I dipped my head, lapping up the cum. Slowly. Messily. Making sure he felt every pass of my tongue.

He let out a broken sound, somewhere between a moan and a curse, his hand falling away, and collapsed back against the pillows.

I kissed a spot just above his navel. “Did I do good?”

He cracked one eye open and gave me a look that was half awe, half hunger. “You gave me your body, your mouth, your trust. That’s better than good. That’s fucking everything.”

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and nestled beside him. I slipped my fingers through his, so happy to be with him. His heart beat against my chest, and the sound was comforting. Steady.

I think I’m falling in love with you.

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