Page 57 of Bratva Prince
“Do you like that, baby?” I asked, my voice coarse and husky from my growing attraction.
She moaned, “Mmhmm,” long and drawn out.
I pulled my fingers from her pussy, sucking her juice from my fingers before I leaned in to fuck her with my tongue, next.
Gently biting her clit, I pulled on it with my teeth, just hard enough to make her body tremble at the touch. She cried out as I flicked my tongue, tracing circles around her clit.
I slammed my tongue into her center, sucking on her clit hard as I swirled my tongue inside her, then lapping it up and down her pussy. Her back arched high, rising from the blanket as a whimper escaped her lips.
I gripped her thighs apart and moaned when I saw how slick and wet her pussy was for me, the vibration from the sound made her jump and twitch.
Her legs wrapped around my shoulders as she rose her bottom half against my mouth, moving in sync with my tongue.
Fingers twirled through my hair, wrapping around my dark-blonde locks. She pulled hard, shoving my head further into her pussy as I tongue fucked her into oblivion.
“Oh, god, Ivan! I’m about to—ohh,” she spoke in tongues, coming in my mouth as I continued sucking her clit until her body writhes and trembled, her legs quivering against my face.
I pulled away, wiping my face with my arm and watching her body fall limp. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep, naked and lying on the blanket.She hadn’t even thanked me for her reward,I thought, chuckling to myself.
Every so often, I stacked some more wood on the fire, using the heat to dry out other pieces so I could keep it going. After her clothes dried, I used the spare shirt to wipe the wetness that was soaked between her legs and on her thighs and helped her as she got dressed in a sleepy haze. I didn’t want to wake her, but I didn’t want her to get cold, either. After being wet for most of the day, I wanted her to stay warm and dry.
I had just piled some more wood on the fire and laid beside her on the blanket, curling up next to her body, when she jerked her eyes open and flung forward. Startled, I jumped back—unsure if she was waking from a nightmare or if she was possessed by the devil.
Before I could ask what was wrong, she jumped to her feet and sprinted to the edge of the cave, vomiting outside where the rain continued to fall.
I hobbled to my feet, limping over to Willow. “Are you okay?” Pulling back her hair, she heaved, spilling all the boar she’d eaten earlier. Unphased by bodily fluids, I stayed by her side rubbing her back to soothe her.
When she finally got control of her heaving, she looked up at me with tears pouring from her eyes and swiped her mouth. “I don’t know what happened. I just woke up feeling sick to my stomach.”
I tried to smile in reassurance, though I felt bad she’d lost all the sustenance she ate. “When you’re feeling a little better, I’ll cook you some more meat. We can’t have you going around on an empty stomach.”
She nodded but scrunched her nose at the mention of food. “Maybe I ate too much,” she said, her voice trembling before she turned back and hurled some more.
I ushered her to the blanket, collecting some rainwater for her to wash the nasty taste from her mouth and keep hydrated. Though my body remained close to hers, I didn’t wrap my arms around her or cuddle against her in case she got sick again.
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The rain had finally let up, leavinga dark, overcast sky in its wake. The sun refused to make an appearance, hidden behind the dark clouds of more rain that was waiting to unleash upon us.
“With any luck, the sun will come out before the rain comes back,” I said, knowing it probably wasn’t true.
Willow had been throwing up for several days, feeling nauseated half the time she was awake. The first night, we’d assumed maybe she’d eaten too much too fast. Or, maybe she’d had food poisoning somehow, though that didn’t make sense since I wasn’t throwing up.
I suggested that she’d caught some kind of sickness from being out in the rain for so long the day she cut up the boar, but she didn’t have any other symptoms of a cold. Just nausea and an overall fatigue.
We stared out at the ocean from the cave, only able to make out pieces through the trees. But something caught our eyes.
A boat?
Without speaking, we looked at one another, our faces blank as we processed what we’d seen.
“Was that—”
“A boat!” Willow shouted, finishing my sentence. “Do we still have the flare gun?”
“In the bag!” I shouted, hastily making my way toward it. “We need to get to the beach before they disappear.”
Willow snatched the bag from my hand, swinging it around her shoulders. She slid into her shoes and gave me a quick hug. “You can’t get down the mountain fast enough with your injury. I’ll shoot the flare.”
