Page 79 of Bratva's Intern

Max.

I always hated it when people shortened my name, but it sounded different coming from his lips. It sounded fitting.

“Don’t move.”

I shuffled over to the edge of the bed and grabbed the bottle of lube and a condom from the bedside drawer.

Returning to where he lay panting in anticipation, I tossed both items onto the bed. He glanced at them, swallowing hard. His gaze held burning lust, his pupils blown wide. A rush of desire shot straight through my veins.

I took him by the chin, tipping his head back. “What kind of lover are you, Wren?”

He swallowed. “I don’t understand.”

“Then I’ll make it clear. I don’t want a shy virgin in my bed. Don’t want you to play coy or hard to get. I need a horny cock-hungry slut who’ll spread his legs for me whenever I want and let me do whatever I want to him. I want to own you in every way possible.” His eyes went wide as I took his hand and wrapped it around my cock, not bothering to stifle the growl of pleasure at his touch. “And to prove that, there are times I want to be completely selfish and fuck you just for my pleasure, not yours. Can you be that for me, Wren?”

He stared at me, eyes caught between fear and lust, but gradually, the latter took over. A slow smile stretched across his face, and he squeezed my length. “I’ll be anything you want me to be as long as you make me come tonight.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”

“Yeah, it is.” Wren wriggled down my body, his hand still around my junk. I shifted up so I was poised above him. He stroked my length and kissed my balls, then brought his mouth to the head of my cock. His tongue darted out, tracing light circles around the tip.

Fuck.

He took me in with such ferocity I hissed through clenched teeth. He wrapped his mouth around me, hot and tight. I threaded my fingers through his hair, letting him set the pace while fighting back the urge to thrust into him.

Fuck that.

I pushed his hand away, grabbed a pillow, and stuffed it beneath his head.

“Show me what a good little slut you can be for me.”

I pulled out. He widened his lips, and I thrust into his mouth. My tip touched his tonsils, and he gagged.

“Come on. Relax that throat for me,” I cooed. “That’s it. You’re doing so good, baby.”

I looked down at Wren on my bed, lips stretched around me, working his magic. Desire clawed at me, and I wanted more—no—needed more. He nodded as best he could and made a conscious effort to swallow around me.

“So fucking perfect with my cock down your throat. Just like a hungry little cockslut. Will you let me own that mouth?”

I groaned, letting my head fall back at the sensation. God, Wren was beautiful. Moving my hips back and forth, I worked my length in and out of his mouth. This time he didn’t choke or splutter. Didn’t try to pull away. I always knew he would work well under praise. So I fucked his mouth faster, shoving my cock a little deeper.

“Look at you,” I grunted, opening my eyes. He was beautiful with his flushed face, his lips spread around my cock, swollen from sucking and looking deliciously pink. “I own this mouth now, Wren. This perfect mouth made for my cock.”

He clutched my thighs, holding on for dear life as I rode his face.

“That’s it, baby.” I pushed so far down his throat he gagged. I loved doing that more than I should have. Tears streamed down his face. “Come on, you can do it. Relax your throat and swallow around me. There—that’s fucking perfect. You’re doing well, baby. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Wren’s fingernails dug into my thighs. He was struggling to breathe. I pulled out, and he gulped in a lungful of air. Stroking my cock hard, I gave him the time he needed tocatch his breath, but he was still blowing hard when he licked my balls and sucked them into his mouth.

The delicious sounds he made when he had my balls in his mouth.

Jesus.

Definitely a cockslut.

The perfect cockslut.

With his perfect face.

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