Page 36 of Bratva Bastard

But with Crissy… Everything was different with her.

The same emotions I used to mock were now consuming me. And it happened so fast, I couldn’t even try to stop it. Not that I wanted to. I reveled in the intensity and passion I’d experienced with her. I thrived on it.

And when she finally had a day off from both her jobs, I jumped at the chance to spend the day with her. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be going out—low profile, and all—but we stopped by a small shop and bought ice cream. We ate it as we walked along the beach, the water up to our ankles. And then we went back to my place to relax.

Lying on the bed with Crissy in my arms was a bliss I’d never thought someone like me would have—let alone want to have. I could finally understand Zoran’s decision, and Misha’s, Dimitry’s, Ivan’s… Every one of them that I’d teased for being in a relationship, I finally understood it.

Because the way her hair smelled like coconuts, so silky and soft—or the way her body snuggled against mine like a perfect fit—I couldn’t even begin to describe the elation it gave me. And the sex…god, the sex. Hands down, better than anyone else I’d been with. Even the thought made my dick hard, which Crissy noticed from beside me.

“Well, look who’s come out to play,” she teased, rubbing her palm over my pants as she bit my ear.

“Keep that up and I’ll be fucking you against the dresser,” I growled, tracing swirls over her stomach, sliding my hand beneath her shorts to her pussy.

She moaned, “Mm, I’d like that,” she purred. “But why the dresser?”

“Then how about this,” I said in a deep voice, climbing from the bed. “Close your eyes, I have a surprise for my dirty girl.”

Like a child, she closed her eyes and held out her hands. But it wasn’t her hands that would get the surprise.

I climbed off the bed and headed to the top drawer of my dresser, grabbing my treat for her. With her eyes still closed, I stood behind her, strapping a collar around her neck. Her hands flew up to her neck as she felt the leather material on her skin. She looked up to me, her eyes no longer closed, and she cocked her head to the side.

“A collar?” she asked, confused.

“Yup. To signify that you are mine. Not to be touched by any hands but my own.”

She chewed on her lip, nervous by this new addition to the bedroom. I worried for a moment I’d taken it too far, that maybe she didn’t like the idea of me “owning” her, but she smiled and asked, “Does it have a leash?”

A smirk curled on my lips. “Maybe I do,” I teased, crawling on top of her and unbuttoning her shorts before I peeled them off. I slid down the bed and spread her legs wide, flicking my tongue against her clit, watching her back arch up in response.

Just when I had her wet enough to slide my cock in her, she stopped me. “As your dirty girl, I have a suggestion.” The hooded look in her eyes as she drank me in hungrily made me want to shove myself inside of her. But I was curious what my girl had in mind.

“Do tell,” I said as I lifted her shirt, pulling her titty from her bra. I swirled my tongue around her nipple, gently biting before I pulled away.

She pushed me off, getting up from the bed. “Take off your clothes and lay down,” she ordered.

“Now wait just one minute, Ms. Diaz. Who’s the one wearing the collar here?”

“Trust me.” Her voice held so much seduction, I could come just looking at the way her tousled hair fell over her shoulders, a seductive smile on her gorgeous mouth that begged to have my cock in it. “You’ll be proud of your dirty girl,” she hummed.

Tossing my clothes to the side, I laid back, watching as she climbed over me, flipping around so her ass was in my face, and my cock in her mouth. She teased the tip of my dick before engulfing the whole thing. She’d become significantly better at taking more and more of me in her mouth without gagging.

I grabbed either side of her ass and shoved my face into her pussy, sliding my tongue along her opening. She moaned against my cock, making me throb harder inside her mouth.

When I felt like I was about to cum, she hopped off, turning around to ride my cock like the dirty girl she was. She slid down, taking every inch, until I was so deep, she couldn’t push any further.

Rocking her hips, she fucked me while I stayed deep inside her, hitting her G-spot repeatedly until her pussy tightened around me. Her head tipped back, moaning as I grabbed her tits, her hips, her ass. My hands grabbed every inch of her body, teasing and pinching, as she came closer to her orgasm.

“Oh, fuck, Crissy. Your pussy feels so good,” I groaned. Every time she bobbed up, my hands pushed her hips back down, smacking hard against my cock.

Her mouth found that spot on my neck that sent a buzz of electricity through my body, setting me on fire. And as the flames grew, I came closer to cumming inside of her.

I grabbed the collar, pulling her face to mine, my lips crashing against hers in an explosive kiss. “You’re mine, Crissy. All mine.”

“Mm,” she moaned against my ear, her hot breath making me quiver.

“Say it, baby. Tell me your mine.”

She bounced up and down on my cock, her words broken as she spoke between her bobs. “I’m yours,” she cried out. “Only yours, Maxim. I want only you.”

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