Page 17 of Brutal Unionn
She hesitates again, and I can see the defiance in her eyes. “No,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
I smirk, grabbing her chin and forcing her mouth open. “You really don’t learn, do you?” I say, ripping her panties off and stuffing them into her mouth. She gags slightly, but I don’t give her a chance to adjust. “You’re going to take what I give you, and you’re going to like it.”
Her body trembles beneath me, knees pressed into the carpet, lips parted like she’s already half-mine. The sight punches the breath from my lungs in a way I don’t show.
I watch her eyes trace the lines of my chest like they’ve forgotten how to look anywhere else.
“You like what you see?” I tease, fisting my cock in my hand.
She tries to swallow, her nostrils flaring as she tries to take a deep breath before biting down on the panties in her mouth with a look of defiance.
“I am going to have to spank that pretty ass until my handprint is permanently engraved on it, aren’t I?”
She struggles against the belt, her perky tits bouncing for me as she pouts, the sound muffled, “Promise?”
I chuckle low, before gripping her hips hard, dragging her closer until her thighs brush mine and her chest rises shallowly, her inhale audible despite the gag. Her bodyfits between my hands like it remembers this position—like itneedsit.
I lower my voice, rough and edged with the hunger I’m done pretending not to feel.
“Come here,” I murmur, pulling her in until there’s nowhere else to run.
I can smell her arousal, the scent driving me wild. It hits me like blood on steel—sharp, heady, and addictive. My fingers tighten around her hips as I lift her, effortlessly, like she weighs nothing.
She gasps, breath catching in her throat, and I don’t give her time to think.
I grip her waist pulling her onto the couch, laying her out like something sacred and already ruined—her back pressing into the cushions, her legs instinctively parting for me. Her pussy is pink, clit pulsing with want and her arousal shining down her thighs. She looks like my favorite fucking meal.
“Mmm is all this for me, Hime?” I blow a stream of air onto her pussy, and she shakes, trying to get away from me. “Did you make a mess for me?”
My eyes lock with hers between the valley of her breasts, and she moans pushing her pussy forward.
I smack her clit lightly, and she arches away from me.“What do we say, when we want someone to eat out our pussy?”
“Please-” she muffles out a pout, through the panties in her mouth, her body shaking like she can’t wait for another second.
“Well since you asked so nicely,” I tease, my arms wrapping around her thighs, holding her open for me.
My tongue slides between her folds, and she moans, her body arching into me. I lick her slowly, savoring the taste of her as she squirms under my touch. I can feel her trying to pull away, but I hold her firmly in place, my tongue working her clit with precision.
"You taste so fucking good," I murmur against her, my breath hot on Nadia’s sensitive skin. She shivers under me, her thighs trembling in my grip. "But you’re still not being good. After you practically begged me to taste this sweet little cunt, you’re not going to be still and take it?"
Her hips buck involuntarily, a whimper escaping her lips as I drag my tongue up her slit again in slow teasing strokes. The salt-sweet tang of her arousal coats my mouth, and I groan against her, savoring every drop.
"Sho—" she gasps around her panties, drooling from the corner of her lips."Please?—"
"Please what?" I pull back just enough to watch her squirm, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her nipples are hard, begging for attention, but I keep my focus lower, tracing lazy circles around her clit with my thumb. "Use your words."
She lets out a muffled whine, "I need?—"
"Need?" I raise an eyebrow, pressing down harder with my thumb, just enough to make her jerk. "You don’t get what you need. You get what I give you."
Her breath hitches as I lean back in, sealing my lips over her clit and sucking gently. Her entire body tenses, a choked moan tearing from her throat as pleasure ripples through her. I can feel her legs shaking, trying to clamp around my head, but I tighten my grip on her thighs, keeping her spread wide open for me.
"None of that," I growl against her flesh before flicking my tongue over her clit in quick, sharp strokes. Her back arches off the couch, as she lets out a broken cry.
I don’t let up. Not when she whimpers my name like a prayer. Not when her hips start rocking against my mouth, chasing her release. I know exactly how to play her body—when to ease off just enough to make her beg, when to push her right to the edge before pulling her back.
And right now? She’s close.
