Page 51 of Bratva Prince
“Hey,” she spoke in a soothing voice to calm my frazzled nerves. “I’m alright. Chill the fuck out.” Shooting me a smile, she was waiting for me to catch on.
I should’ve never said those fucking words.If I knew they’d come back to bite me in the ass, I wouldn’t have said them.
Letting out a huff, I pretended to be mad. “Don’t use my own words against me. That calls for punishment.”
She quirked an eyebrow, challenging me.
Big mistake.
“I’m going to make you pay, my little Viking Queen.”
Her hands were propped onto her hips as she curled her lips into a devious smile. “Oh? And how do you plan to do that?”
Gripping her chin, I pulled her within an inch of my face. “You’ll find out when we get back to that cave,” I answered, pulling her in for a rough kiss.
We hastily walked back with promises that we were both too eager to wait for. But she insisted on cleaning my wound and repatching my leg first, so I let her. I liked the feeling of her fingers against my skin, taking care of me.
There wasn’t much she could do since my injuries were mostly bruises and a tiny scrape, but she attentively nursed me to health.Maybe I’d have her wear a nurse outfit for me when we got back to Moscow. A little sexy roleplay…
When she finished, I laid her back against the blanket and forced my tongue into her mouth in a heated kiss. Her hands wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me closer. God, the intoxication of her body was like no drug I’d ever experienced, though it was ten times more addicting.
I sucked on the tip of her tongue, flicking it with mine to show her what I’d be doing to her clit, and my hand slithered down to her pussy where she was already wet for me, making my cock throb to life.
I pulled away, catching my breath because I was getting so worked up. The look in her eyes drew me closer, and my hand slid up her back, resting between her shoulder blades as her hand ran along my arm and up my bicep.
In a heated flash, our lips crashed together again, and she pulled my body closer to hers until our chests were pressed together.
But it wasn’t enough.
Her leg slid over mine as she climbed over me, straddling my body. My hands ran down her back, dragging my nails against the fabric of her shirt until they reached the hem. I lifted her shirt, pulling it off to reveal her sexy, see-through lace bra. The one she wore with the intention of San Marino. Her nipples were poking through, begging to be sucked.
I yanked the fabric down, cupping her tit before closing my mouth around it, sucking on her nipple. She arched her back in response, sliding her hands along my back and twirling her fingers through my hair, tugging hard.
She noticed how hard my cock was and pushed her pussy against me. I needed to remove those goddamn shorts so I could feel her wet pussy against my cock for real.
With desperation in her eyes, she stared down at me, and in a breathy voice, she said, “Fuck me.”
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Without hesitation, his hand slid into my shorts, beneath my panties, and he rubbed me, spreading my wet juices with his hand. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, jerking them down to release him. He sprang out from the fabric, his cock so hard and ready that it looks like a metal rod, ready for me to ride.
I slid two fingers inside me and used my wetness to rub his shaft—a move that turned him on so much more. I scooted down his body to take him in my mouth. As I did, he slid off my shorts and panties, groaning in pleasure as I swirled my tongue around, tasting myself on him. I couldn’t bear waiting any longer, so I climbed back on top and slid down him.
I’m dizzy with pleasure and so wet. I didn’t meet any resistance, and easily started bouncing up and down, my moans loud enough to drown out the sound of the rain.
“That's right,” he coos. “God, I love filling you up and spreading you wide.”
“Yes, god, yes,” I gasp.
It was just us on this island, and I held back from trying to stifle my sounds of pleasure. Letting it out without any concern was more freeing than I could’ve imagined.
My fingers dug into his shoulders, making him slap my ass with both hands, gripping it hard as he lifted me up and slammed me back down, going deeper with every thrust.
His hands slid to my shoulders, his nails digging in as he ran them along my back, latching his mouth to my breast and sucking one nipple as his hand grabbed the other, twisting and teasing it. I rocked my hips against him until he was as deep as he could go, hitting all the right spots as we worked in rhythm, coming closer to our climax.
And the closer we came, the more erratic our movements had become.
