Page 130 of Ripped Lace (Ripped Bratva)

Let it break.

Let everything break.

This is what matters.

I tear at her clothes while she tears at mine. We attack one anther like rabid animals at a feeding frenzy. When I pull back, her paleness has given way to color. Her cheeks are flushed pink and her lips look swollen.

“You’ve been a fucking dream since the moment I met you,” I rasp.

Then I shove her backwards. She falls against the thin console table, looking slightly shocked at my sudden display of aggression. I don’t stop there. I yank her shirt over her head and rip her pants and panties down her legs and hurl all of it over my shoulder.

She’s lying back now, her chest rising and falling frantically. Her breasts are beautifully round, nipples piqued and ready. Her slim thighs tremble on either side of me. I run my hands up and down those beautiful legs. Fingers tap-dancing on her skin.

I drink her in, thinking of all the ways I’d like to devour her. To break her just to hear the sounds she’d made—and then put her back together again, one soft kiss at a time.

I caress her cheek for a moment before slipping two fingers into her mouth. She keeps her eyes on me as she sucks slowly.

I use my free hand to explore her pussy. I caress her lips, teasing out her desire until I can feel her moistness start to leak out. Then I pull my wet fingers from between her lips and slip them inside her. She moans low, her eyes fluttering as I start fingering her gently.

I’m desperate to fuck her. My erection is throbbing painfully, greedily. But I know that taking my time will pay off. The slow burn will just build the anticipation until we explode like supernovas.

I curl my fingers inside her, watching every little movement she makes. Savoring it like something I’ll never get to witness again.

She groans. Her eyes open. They lock on mine just as I find her clit and run slow circles over it with my thumb.

“Ah…” she moans. “Phoenix…”

The sound of my name on her lips is so fucking erotic that I nearly burst right then and there. But I curb my instincts and focus on giving her the release she needs.

Slowly, I retreat from her pussy and raise my soaking wet fingers to my lips. Without ever looking away from her, I lick them clean.

She trembles as she watches. Her mouth moves, but no words come out. Just a groan that says,Please don’t make me wait any longer.

But I will.

I’ll make her wait just long enough for it all to be worth it in the end.

Then, still staring into the depths of her soul, I kneel down and run my tongue up and down her slit. She jerks hard, her head almost knocking against the back wall.

I re-position her so that she won’t hurt herself, then I hoist both her legs over my shoulders. That leaves her in a position of powerlessness, but then again, that’s the point.

I need her to let go.

I need her to surrender.

She twitches upward, trying to straighten herself, but with one gentle push, I have her leaning back again. Then I push my tongue inside her, and she melts into putty in my hands.

“Oh God,” she gasps as I lap her up. She’s sweetness, honey itself, and the feeling of those thighs clenching around my head is the most delicious sensation I’ve ever experienced.

I slide back and forth from teasing her lips to licking circles across her throbbing clit. When I suck it into my mouth, she cries out again and arches her back so hard I wonder if it will snap. Her hands knot in my hair as she pulls me into her.

One more lick and then the orgasm hits her like a runaway train. She goes stiff from head to toe, then starts shaking with powerful tremors.

I think I hear her whisper my name as she coasts down from her peak.

I wipe her taste off my mouth and get to my feet. She’s still sprawled before me, her limbs splayed out like a gift I’ve unwrapped and devoured. The fact that she’s so unkempt, so disheveled? It only increases my desire. That thin sheen of sweat on her body makes her look like she’s glowing. I want to lick each drop of it from her.

She’s looking at me like we’re caught in a fever dream. Her eyes are unfocused and hazy. Her hair is a wild mess around her head.

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