Page 22 of Sexting the Bratva Beast
Maybe that shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does, considering I’ve seen the size of his erection and low-key freaked out over putting it in my mouth. But the tingling in my core swells to a piano-concerto-worthy crescendo, and I instinctively rub my juices over my clit with my thumb.
“I’m in a nightclub. Not a specific one, but it’s filled with people, and there are half-naked women cutting themselves in half on poles. I’m walking through the crowd naked, apart from a pair of white rhinestone-studded cowboy boots.”
“Nice touch.” At the mention of the boots, Andrej’s erection comes a-knock-knocking against my spine.
“I climb onto a raised podium, and I start dancing.”
“Go on.”
“That’s it.” I stop working my clit, and Andrej takes over.
The effect is instantaneous. My orgasm flares to life. I’m panting against his lips and trying to wriggle free of his hand still on my neck.
“I-I’m going to come, Andrej.”
“No, you’re not.” He is adamant. He raises my left knee over the back of the sofa while squeezing his middle finger inside me and softening my clit at the same time. “You’re going to hold it in until I say that you can come.”
“I can’t.” My breaths are shallow, and it isn’t solely down to what his hands are doing to me.
“Which part of your fantasy turns you on the most?”
“Why?” I try to focus on the conversation and not on the crowd of fingers rioting inside my pussy. “It’ll never happen.”
“You’re sure about that, are you?” I don’t answer, so he continues, “Which part?”
“The part where someone joins me on the podium.”
“Who?”
“I don’t know. I never see his face.”
“Would you dance naked with me, Cartier?”
“Yes.” Breathless.
“Right answer.” He crushes my lips with his mouth. “If anyone else even tried to get close to you, they wouldn’t survive till closing time.”
I sink against him, losing myself in his suffocating kiss, and our fingers combined inside me. My orgasm has obviously learned to follow orders too. It’s right there, backstage, waiting for its turn to take the spotlight.
His tongue leaves my mouth long enough for him to murmur, “Now.”
I rub my clit frantically, and my orgasm responds with bone-shaking convulsions that rip through my body, pushing my pelvis deeper onto our fingers.
“That’s it, baby. I want to see you dance all night.”
6
ANDREJ
The mental imageof Cartier dancing naked in a busy nightclub with another guy sends me into a dangerous spiral. I’m torn between wanting to rip off the head of anyone who dares to so much as look at her the wrong fucking way, and making it happen. For the sheer fucking pleasure of making her fantasies come true.
She’s a blank canvas, and I intend to fill her up with my scribbles and ruin her for anyone else who thinks they might have a future claim on her.
Because now that I’ve gotten a taste for this beautiful woman, I want more. I was being deadly serious when I told her that I wanted to fuck her in every way imaginable, and then some. And finding out that no one has ever touched her before…
I feel as if I’ve died and gone to fucking heaven. Not something I ever thought I’d hear myself say.
The instant she relaxes in the aftermath of her orgasm, I slide my body underneath her on the sofa and roll her on top of me. My erection lies between us, rock solid, awaiting its turn.
