Page 80 of Bratva's Intern

And his perfect mouth.

His perfect ass.

Hissing, I dug my fingers into Wren’s hair and pulled his head back. I wasn’t going to last. He was too fucking good.

“Open your mouth like a good boy. That’s it, baby.”

Wren complied wide-eyed, mouth open expectantly. His tongue flicked out, running over his lips in anticipation. It was a sight that made my cock throb, and I wasted no time. I grabbed it, stroking slowly while keeping my gaze trained on his. He watched my every move, his eyes burning.

“You ready for my load, baby? Let me see that tongue. God, why are you so fucking perfect?”

The first spurt hit his tongue, making him gasp. The second splashed across his cheek, a thick rope of white standing stark against his flushed skin. His eyes connected with mine again as he swallowed around the burst of cum I kept feeding him.

“Oh my god, Wren.”

I had every intention of coming in his ass tonight, but fuck, was he disappointed? If he were, he didn’t show it. Too busy lapping up the last drips from my cock.

Swiping my finger across his cheek, I collected the cum and fed it to him. He latched on to my finger, swirling his tongue around the tip and sucking hard. Then he relaxed the pressure, allowing me to slip my finger from his mouth.

“You taste good.”

I cupped his cheek, caressing his skin with my thumb. “You did so well for me, kroshka. Took every inch down your throat like you were made for it.”

Wren’s smile was as gorgeous as the rest of him. “You think I did good?”

“Better than good. I’m a heartless bastard. I don’t deserve how good you are. Look how beautiful you are.”

“I’m not beautiful.” He ducked his head, but I wouldn’t allow it. I lifted his chin with a finger.

“You’re stunning. That mouth of yours is dangerous, solnyshko.”

I hummed, staring down at his flushed body. His cock was hard and leaking precum against his slender thighs. With my free hand, I ran my fingers in a slow, teasing trail down his chest and stomach.

The sound of his shaky breath was like music to my ears, and I reveled in the way he squirmed beneath my touch.

“Does it feel good?” I asked.

Wren stared at me through half-lidded eyes, a dreamy look on his face. “Y-yeah,” he gasped, curling his fingers around the sheet. “Maxim, touch me, please. I’m already so close.”

I slipped my hand over the thin pubic hair and brushed the pads of my fingers against his swollen shaft. He bucked at the touch, lifting his hips off the bed in a desperate plea for more. I grabbed hold of him, my grip tight around his length.

“Patience,” I murmured against his lips, leisurely stroking him from the base to the tip. “I wanna play with you a little. Drive you a little mad with my touch.”

Wren panted beneath me, chest heaving as he struggled to obey. Each tug of my hand seemed to send him closer and closer to the edge. His fingers dug into the sheets, knuckles turning white under the strain.

“Oh god.”

I grabbed the pillow and stuffed it under his hips. “Come on. Show me that hole. I want to see all of you.”

Wren shifted more on the pillow, tilting his hips and spreading his legs. If his tight, pink hole was the last thing I saw before I died, I would have been a happy man.

“So obedient. So fucking pretty.”

I lowered my head and licked a long, wet stripe from the base of his balls to the rim of his exposed hole. His back arched off the bed, a strangled gasp escaping him. I latched on to his entrance, dragging my tongue over his rim and delighting in the shuddering whimpers he released.

“That’s it,” I murmured. “Open up for me, solnyshko. Let me play with that sexy little hole.”

I alternated between lapping at and plunging my tongue into his tight hole, losing track of time or anything else besides the taste and feel of Wren. His delicate ring spasmed around my probing tongue, and his cries filled the air. He was a screamer, and I fucking loved it.

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