Page 32 of Sexting the Bratva Beast
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ANDREJ
She hasno idea what she does to me.
She has no idea how fucking mind-blowingly sexy she is.
Cartier doesn’t need a sheer dress and tasseled cowboy boots to give me an erection that would chop through bricks. She doesn’t need to do anything apart from flash that gorgeous wet pussy at me, and I’m hers. A slave. Bring on the studded leather collar and leash, and I’ll wag my ass around the city for her, I don’t give a fuck who knows it.
“How do I look?” She flutters those eyelashes at me, and the smile that follows means that she’s already figured out my answer.
“Like every fucking fantasy I ever had, and all the ones I didn’t think of yet.”
Chewing the corner of her bottom lip, she kneels on the seat and prowls towards me, all feline curves and a fucking purr that sets my dick on fire.
Still on her hands and knees, she licks my face, starting at my chin and dragging her tongue all the way to my hairline. I slide my hand underneath the dress and find her pussy.
“You’re fucking dripping, Cartier.”
“It’s the boots.” Her eyes sparkle as she straddles my lap and wraps her arms around my neck. “And the dress.”
I slide a finger inside her, and it’s instantly coated in her juices. “I hoped it was me.”
She smiles. “It’s a little bit to do with you too.”
I push two more fingers inside her and spread my knuckles against her walls. “Only a little bit?” I bite her bottom lip and lick it better.
Cartier’s breathing is already growing shallow.
Her body responds to my touch the way a musical instrument responds to the musician. Right now, she’s a blank canvas, and I’m the artist adding splashes of color to the portrait: layers, textures, emotion, bringing her body to life as if she never realized her true potential before.
“Maybe more than a little bit,” she breathes against my lips.
“Fuck my fingers, Cartier.”
She doesn’t need to be told twice. Fisting my hair, she spreads her legs wide and rides my hand, her slick trickling down my wrist. I raise the hem of the dress so that I can watch her sexy fucking pussy sliding on and off my hand, and my cock fills my pants to bursting.
I can’t control it.
I have to have her now.
Sliding myself out from underneath her, I unzip my pants and give my erection the freedom it’s been aching for since she took her clothes off and tossed them onto the floor. Cartier is still on all fours. From behind, I press her shoulders into the back seat of the car and slap her naked ass with my shaft.
She twists her head to peer at me, her cheek pressed against the cushion.
But the dress has slid forward with her body bent in two, and her glistening sex is begging to be sucked. It’s the sexiest invitation I’ve ever had.
“Have you been saving it up for me all day, baby?”
“Yes.” Her lips part. She moistens them with her tongue, and a groan escapes me before I can stop it.
“Such a good girl.” I slap her inner thighs with my dick. “Spread them wider for me.”
Cartier drags her knees towards her, the tassels on the cowboy boots swinging with the motion. Then she holds herself open for me, and her pussy is in my face. “Is that what you wanted?”
“You’re everything I ever want, baby.” Gripping her thighs, I go in deep with my tongue. No messing around.
Her legs tremble in my grip, and I lick until my tongue is coated with her essence. My thumb finds her clit and circles it, slathering it in her slick that keeps right on coming.
