Page 27 of Bratva Bastard

He inches his way in me, curling his finger and rubbing his thumb on my clit.

Heat erupts inside me, curling my toes. I clasp my hands around his neck.

“You tell me if I should stop at any point, all right?” Then he bent down and began licking and nipping at my ear lobe.

“No. Oh my God, please don’t stop!” I cry as he sends me over the edge; my body was starting to feel like floppy noodles, and I had to rely on his arm around my waist to keep me in place.

My breathing hitched and I raised my hips, moving them with the motion of his skillful fingers, forcing him to finger fuck me harder and harder, until I came closer to my climax.

His lips caress my neck, his erection rock-hard and pulsating on me. “Not yet, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re not cumming untilIsay you can.

He pulled his hand away, leaving me a frazzled mess in its absence. I grabbed at his erection through his pants, running my palm along the outline of his shaft, squeezing at the tip. He hissed out a breath, his hands grabbing my breasts, pinching my nipples.

I gasped, pushing my chest forward as I continued to rub him, wanting more than to please him above the clothes. With shaky hands, I reached for his belt buckle and attempted to unbuckle him. He gently pushed my hands away and stood up to slide his pants off, jerking mine off next, along with my top.

I lay on the towel in only my underwear and bra, staring at him through heavy lids. The gentle touch of his hand as it caresses my back sends tingles up and down my spine. When he pulled off his shirt, he wrapped his arms around me, bringing me closer until our bodies were pressed together. The warmth from his skin contrasted the cool ocean breeze, the hot and cold sensations only pushing me further to the point of no return.

I slid my hand through the hole of his boxers, and my fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, stroking the length of him. He was so big, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to fit all of him inside me, but I was more than willing to try. I released him from his boxers, his thick cock springing out, fully erect and waiting for me.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Crissy,” he breathes, then lowers his mouth back to mine, kissing me with such passion that I’m lost in everything Maxim. When he removes my bra and panties, I feel a flutter of new nervous butterflies rising to the surface.

He takes a moment to gaze at me, all of me, feasting on my whole body, sucking and kissing my nipples, stroking his hand over the curvature of my waist, down over my thighs, and back up to my belly. Every touch, every kiss brings flutters and tingles, giving me a rush of euphoric pleasure, I’ve never felt before.

He reached down and grabbed my legs, throwing them over his shoulders. He licks and sucks my thighs, sparking a fire within me, making me feel alive and desired.

“You’re so goddamn perfect,” he mumbles on my thigh then reaches down to dip his tongue inside me before sweeping it up to my clit.

The mastery of his tongue slides through me.

Licking me.

Tasting me.

Sucking me.

Incoherent noises erupt from us as he takes me to my peak but doesn’t release me, licking and sucking with different levels of pressure and force. I tighten my grip on his hair, gasping, as my breasts heave and my skin glistens with a sheen of sweat, despite the cool ocean air.

“Oh, my god in heaven...” My voice is raspy, and I can scarcely speak.

My hands are still clutching his hair, I thrash my hips up to force his face closer into my pussy.

He grips me and sucks me so hard that my head spins and my body trembles like an earthquake.

After the most powerful climax I’ve ever had, I noticed my hands are still wrapped into his hair as I struggle to catch my breath. His fingers stroke mine, and I release them. We lock eyes and the look on his face is like a glowing ember, itching to be ignited.

He kisses my inner thighs once again, then releases my legs, licking, kissing and sucking his way up to my stomach, then to my breasts.

My body is on fire from what he has given me, pulsing with anticipation of what’s to come, craving his cock that’s hard and dripping on my steamy skin.

He looked into my eyes, and I nodded, his cue to grab the condom. As he slid on the condom, he clenches his jaw, his breath labored. “Are you still sure about this?’ he murmurs.

“Yes.”

His eyes grew heavy with need as he watched me on full display, waiting for his cock.

Pushing only the tip inside, he eased his way in slowly. As the pressure mounted, I stiffened up, and became completely still.

“Are you okay, solnechnyy svet?”

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