Page 54 of Secret Bratva Baby
He pushes his hand higher, kneading his fingers into my ass. I groan louder. It’s almost too much to bear. I was already turned on and about to throw myself at him, now this—how am I expected to hold myself together when he’s touching me like this?
Without thinking, I arch my ass up into his touch.
A low growl vibrates through him.
Shit. Stop that, Rose.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying hard to focus and not fall over the edge. But my body is on fire. I want nothing more than to feel his body moving over mine, to have him slide his massive cock between my legs and fuck me.
“Do you like this, Rose?” His question has nothing to do with the massage.
I want to answer, but my throat is closed around my words. I don’t trust myself.
I take a deep breath, my chest heaving against the gym mat.
Luka brushes his hand over one of my arms, folding it behind my back. He applies gentle pressure to stretch my shoulder and my arm.
I moan softly.
Everything he’s doing is erotic. And he knows it.
He’s fully aware of the effect he’s having on me.
Luka tilts his body forward, and I feel his cock pressing against my ass. He growls with desire and need, and it sends a ripple of heat directly between my legs.
I arch up against him again.
“My entire life, I’ve never met anyone as beautiful as you, Rose,” he whispers. “Your body is perfect. Your elegance, your laugh, your smile—everything about you drives me crazy with need.”
He pushes my arm a little higher, twisted behind me.
“I could take you right now,” he says darkly.
I shudder with delight at the thought of him doing whatever he wants to with me.
In response to his teasing words, I arch my ass upward again, pressing harder against his cock.
He lets out a deep sound of satisfaction and rocks against me.
Luka lets out a sharp breath, quickly moving towards the point of no return.
He leans forward, his body pressing fully into mine. “Do you want this, Rose?” he asks, a whisper in my ear.
I nod. A brief, definite nod.
He has no idea how much I want this.
Luka doesn’t hesitate. As soon as he sees me nodding, he shifts, grabbing my gym tights with his hand, and he yanks them off me, not releasing my arm locked around my back.
I squirm, kicking them away from my legs, eager to feel him, desperate and flooded with need.
Luka lies over me, pinning my legs closed as he lifts my hips off the ground. “Be a good girl,” he growls, “Lift your ass—oh my fuck, you’re soaked,” he says in blissful disbelief as he tugs his sweatpants down to free his cock.
His fingers push into my pussy, making me shiver with pleasure, but we both know I want more than that.
He slides them out, and I feel his cock pressing against me, rubbing over my pussy.
I whimper beneath him.
