Page 21 of Bratva's Secret Girl
Yes. Yes. Come for me. I don’t say it aloud, not wanting to let up with the strokes over her clit that will tip her over.
The way she explodes is almost enough to make me come too. She gives a long, high cry and shakes as the pleasure strikes her.
I work her through it, feeling for the precise moment to slow, ease the intensity, and shift from her most sensitive place.
Despite my solid, leaking cock, I couldn’t be more satisfied.
I love this.
“Oh. I…” She sounds awkward and embarrassed as she comes down from the high of her orgasm.
And that won’t do. “You’re such a good girl,” I murmur. “Do that for me again.”
“But, Maxim…” she begins, but gets no further. I slide my hand from her thigh to between her legs and find her entrance with my fingertip.
There’s resistance, and I tilt my head up to look her in those pretty pale-blue eyes.
Her cheeks are pink from the heat of the shower and coming on my mouth, but I know somehow as our gazes meet that the reason she’s blushing now isn’t that.
“Tell me what you haven’t done, Malishka,” I order, my voice low and commanding. “You haven’t had a man eat your delicious little cunt before, but what else?”
“Maxim.” She squirms, and it nudges my fingertip, and yeah. Definitely small. Tight.
I return to edging my tongue towards her clit, just running around it.
“Tell me I’ll be the first in this sopping, needy hole,” I whisper against her pussy lips.
“You…” She tilts her head back and moans as I continue to lick. “Yes.”
“Mine.” I lose the word on her skin and push my finger up, feeling that stunning tension of her body.
The gasp she makes twists my heart and I pause, because fuck, my cock is so much bigger. It will hurt her, and it’s going to feel incredible for me.
But then, she’s moving. Bearing down on me, taking my finger up to the second joint, then all the way until my knuckles are flush with the soft curve of her arse, and it’s my turn to gasp, because not only is she brave and beautiful, she’s clenching around me as though despite the pain, or maybe because of it, she likes this.
I shift my tongue over to cover her clit, just keeping it there, and slowly withdraw my finger, before sliding it back in.
My reward is a whine, and I smile.
Then I do it again.
“Oh, my, what, I…” She babbles random words as I begin to fuck her with one finger, rubbing harder and more on that sensitive inner wall, and building up my mouth on her clit, until I’m ramming my hand against her and sucking for all I’m worth.
“More. Please.” It’s hardly even a word. But I hear it, and I’m not going to question when I can feel her beginning to shake again. My hand on her waist is doing a lot of holding, as she loses her ability to stand up because the ecstasy is too intense. I’m propping her up almost entirely as she disintegrates into a mindless creature, chasing her wonderfully slutty desires.
I hold her gladly.
Today has awakened all my base, animal instincts. Needing to tend to her lust and pleasure is mixed up with viciously possessive joy that she’s never done this with anyone else. She belongs to me entirely.
I move longer and slower, then I pause at her entrance. She makes a whimper of dissent, and I raise my middle finger to join my forefinger, pushing in.
Then there’s no words from either of us, just feral noises as I rub the ridges of her slick passage with two finger pads, more and more.
I’m inside her, and close in an incredibly personal way as I draw up her bliss with my hand and mouth.
I’m sucking her now. Hard. I’m not taking my lips from her clit to speak to her as she takes frantic, begging, needy panting breaths.
Mentally, I apologise.
