Page 109 of Ripped Lace (Ripped Bratva)

Her thighs are clenched tight, but they part for me gradually. My thumb strokes across her needy little clit as I pull her off the ledge and into my embrace. I cover her body with mine. Hot pressure against hot pressure.

And the sound of Elyssa’s moans mingles with the distant, crashing ocean.

Her head falls back. Throat exposed, eyes closed, face washed in moonlight. Maybe desperation isn’t the right thing to be fueling this moment.

But it’s all we’ve got.

So I’ll use it.

Once she’s dripping wet and trembling, I withdraw my fingers and unbuckle my pants. She looks at me hungrily, but I can still see the shadow of pain in her eyes.

I shove my pants down and step out of them. My cock springs forward like a spear. I’m erect and already glistening with pre-come because of her.

Hesitantly but hungrily, she reaches out and wraps her around my shaft. She starts to stroke. Slowly—painfully, agonizingly slowly.

“Fuck, little lamb…” I groan. I start to reach for her because if I don’t taste her right now I’m going to fucking die.

But before I can take back the reins, she drops her head low and licks the drop of pre-cum right off my tip.

I choke and splutter. She looks up at me, but she doesn’t release my cock from her grasp.

“I want to take you in my mouth,” she whispers like she’s in a fever dream.

“You don’t have to.”

She frowns. “I know that,” she says. “I want to.”

Then, without waiting for my answer, she sinks to her knees and slips the head of my cock between her sweet lips.

It’s a miracle I don’t explode in the first fucking second. She stays at my head, lapping her tongue over and under, before licking around my shaft. My vision blurs and distorts. I have to reach out to plant my palm against the wall behind Elyssa so I don’t fall over.

She slurps and strokes at me with both hands. It’s uncertain, it’s inexperienced, and yet it’s the most pleasurable experience of my life.

Standing on the destroyed grounds of my past.

Surrendering to my future.

She pulls back suddenly, sending a rush of cold air around my cock. I’m grateful for it, if only because it keeps me from erupting in her mouth.

“Was that… good?” she asks nervously.

“It was fucking amazing,” I tell her, near breathless.

She looks down at my cock and examines it tenderly. Then, without warning, she slips me back into her mouth. This time, she swallows me to the base.

“Jesus!” I growl.

I have to cling to the broken walls on either side of me while she starts bobbing her head in and out, taking me deeper and deeper, until I’m hitting the back of her throat.

I feel like I’m vibrating as each endless second ticks past and the pleasure builds. I’m the one who stops her. I won’t be able to hold myself back any longer if I don’t.

I use the back of my arm to sweep away the remaining debris along the ledge. Then I grab her hips, spin her around to face away from me, and bend her over it.

Her breathing gets heavier and heavier as she realizes what’s coming. And when I push inside of her, she cries out.

There’s not an ounce of self-consciousness in that cry. No room to think. No room to worry.

She can only feel.

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