Page 32 of Stolen By the Bratva

“Really?” I added another finger and pumped faster.

“Yes!”

I paused, earning her grunt of protest. “You want me to keep going?”

“I…” She lifted her head to glower at me.

I grinned, knowing she wouldn’t say it. She hated me too much, and I knew she loathed how I was proving her wrong. She didn’t just want me. She needed me.

“You tell me what you’re hiding.” I pulled my fingers out so I could hold her folds wide open. A quick push on her thigh made her legs part open wider, and I pressed my tongue to her cream-coated skin.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, my—Oh, fuck.”

She dropped her other leg to the opposite side, and I dragged my tongue over her sensitive flesh. From her entrance all the way up to her clit, I stroked and tasted her sweet tanginess.

“You tell me what you’re hiding and I’ll keep going,” I explained before I went faster. I left no spot untouched. I swiped my tongue along her folds, speared it into her entrance, and circled her hard little clit. Once she seemed close, thrusting her hips to my face and making the sexiest moans, I stopped.

She cried out, cringing at me as I lifted my head and looked at her. Air cooled the cream that clung to my chin, but I let her see it, proving how aroused she was. If I wasn’t mistaken, this was likely her first time with this, and I could drag it out all fucking night.

“No!”

“Tell me what you’re hiding.”

“I’m not hiding anything! No one ever trusted me with any information!”

I returned my fingers to her pussy, slipping two in to piston hard and fast. Within another moment, she was on the verge of coming again. “I don’t believe you.”

“I—Oh! I don’t know anything.”

Again, I stopped. This constant halting was gnawing on me. Every time she gave me those sexy sounds and each time I felt her legs quivering with her pending orgasm, my dick got harder and harder. I was torturing her as I withheld orgasms, but it was driving me hotter too.

“Alek!”

“You wanna come?”

“I—Yes!” She gripped her bindings and pushed her pussy toward me.

“Then tell me the truth.”

“I did. I will.”

I narrowed my eyes. That sounded like a fucking contradiction. She could swear that she had told me the truth in the same breath that she would agree to yet?

“Whatever you ask me,” she got out around harsh breaths, “I’ll tell you the truth. Please.”

Her sobs turned me on to the point of no return, and I felt like we’d come to enough of an understanding. Besides, I couldn’t last long myself. With her sweet scent heavy in the air, her cream on my tongue, I needed to fuck her before I shot my cum into my pants.

“No going back on that, Mila. You hear me?”

I unzipped my pants, needing to stroke my dick to relieve the pressure as I dropped my mouth back to her pussy.

“Yes. I hear you—Oh!” She bucked at my suction on her clit. When I switched, rubbing her hard bud and eating at her pussy, she cried out an incoherent chant. I bet it killed her to beg for it, but I didn’t care. As soon as I got her to come after that back and forth of preventing her from getting there, I was filling this tight cunt with my dick. I stroked my cock as I ate at her, and the second she came, squirting on my tongue slightly, I groaned right along with her.

“Alek!” she screamed. She fucking screamed my name, just like I knew she would, and I didn’t stop. I chased her high, licking harder and faster and slurping at her cream as her orgasm left her shaking.

“I need, please, I want…” She was a mess of blubbering phrases, unable to string a sentence together as I leaned up and pumped my hand over my cock. “I want—” She locked her gaze on my dick, and I knelt closer, about to pop her cherry.

“You want this?” I held my dick up, triumphant that I’d proved her wrong. Fuck that nonsense about her not wanting me. She was feral for me.

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