Page 19 of Sexting the Bratva Beast
Holding my gaze, he crouches in front of me, dragging my pants down to my ankles and gripping my thighs. His eyes caress my sex, and when he looks back up at me, they’re darker, almost black in the shadows behind the warehouse.
“Even more beautiful than I imagined.”
A tiny voice inside my head – the voice of reason – yells at me that he’ll say anything to get what he wants. And the crazy part of me that’s high on personalized cocktails and being worshipped by a man who would kill to protect me beats it senseless with a wieldy historical romance novel.
This is everything I’ve been waiting for, everything that I wanted my first experience to be, and it’s happening right here, right now, with the hottest man on the planet.
I don’t bother pinching myself. I’ve made it this far; I’m not talking myself out of it now.
Andrej’s tongue slides between my folds, and I feel my eyes rolling back in my head. “Sweet fucking Jesus,” I whisper to the sky.
He parts my legs wider, supporting my trembling thighs with his shoulders. His tongue slides inside me, and my heart is doing things that I’m positive aren’t healthy. But I’m powerless to regulate it. My orgasm is already swirling around my core and hurtling headfirst towards my sex, and I don’t want it to be over before it has even started.
“Hold it there, baby.” Andrej slides his tongue out of me, and it’s like stopping halfway along the downward slope of a roller coaster.
His face reappears in front of me, and I can taste myself on his tongue, and who knew it would taste this good. He slides a finger inside me while I’m still exploring my own juices, and I feel my walls clenching around him.
“You’re not trying to push me out, are you?” He slides a second finger inside me at the same time, and whatever response I was trying to form evaporates into thin air. He probes and stretches, his knuckles sending ripples through my body. “How does that feel?”
“Good.”It’s all I can think about. I wouldn’t even care right now if there was a whole crowd of people watching us from the opposite riverbank.
“Good?” His fingers settle inside me like they’re getting cozy, and he rests one hand against the wall behind my head. “You can do better than that.”
“I want more.”Did I just say that?
“You only had to ask, baby.” He parts my lips and sucks on my tongue. “More of what?”
“More of you.”
“Talk to me, Cartier. How can I give you pleasure if you won’t tell me what you want?”
Where do the heroines of romance novels learn to talk dirty? Is it all in their head just waiting to be unleashed? Or do they make it up as they go?
Deep shaky breath. “I want your tongue.”
Andrej’s smile reaches his dark eyes and sets my core on fire. “My beautiful sexy girl. That’s what I wanted to hear.”
On his knees, he licks my folds while he slides his fingers in and out of me. Slowly at first, and then moving faster, harder, his tongue flicking back and forth over my clit. Then he grips my thighs so hard, I swear I can feel the bruises forming.
My orgasm is done being patient. Especially when Andrej starts sucking on my clit, nibbling, sucking, licking until I can no longer feel my legs.
Pleasure rips through me. My entire body convulses with the explosion of my orgasm, and still he doesn’t stop. He keeps right on sucking on my clit until I cry out, “Andrej!” without even knowing what I want him to do.
I lose track of time. Moments. Minutes. Eons.
How is it even possible to lose time this way, to lose all control of my body and hand it over willingly to a guy I barely know? Allbecause his tongue is making me feel like this is what I was made for.
When he finally releases me and stands up, supporting my limp body with his arms, I’m struggling to remember my own name.
“Baby, I could spend the rest of my life making you come like that, and I’d die happy.”
“Andrej…”
“I’m right here, beautiful lady.”
I smile. “I believe you promised to fuck me in every way imaginable.”
He kisses me long and hard. “You’re damned right I did, and I told you that I always keep a promise.”
