Page 43 of Caught By the Bratva Beast

“Licked your pussy and made you come on their tongue? Let you ride their face until you're screaming? Never?”

“What can I say, I've been with a lot of selfish lovers.”

“How many?” he asks, his voice rough, fingers digging into the flesh of my thigh as he pulls me closer to him.

“Three,” I answer without hesitation, knowing that the longer I tease him, the worse he's going to taunt me in return, winding both of us more until we’re arguing instead of fucking.

If this is going to be the only time we're going to have sex, I want to enjoy it.

He smirks. “That’s the first and last time we ever talk about your past relationships. I don’t want to know, and they have no place in our bedroom.”

With that said, his head dips between my legs, his tongue sliding through my folds again. He flicks his tongue over the little bundle of nerves before sucking it hard into his mouth.

My hands fly to his shoulders, trying to stabilize myself when my hips rocket off the bed. I grind against his tongue, needing to feel more of him.

The tip slides into my slick channel and he laps at my quivering walls.

“Maxim,” I say, my voice a breathy moan as one hand crawls up the back of his head, sinking into the soft strands of his hair.

He nips at the sensitive skin with the barest touch of his teeth. The sharpness compared to the soft flesh has me aching, my inner thighs soaked.

Chuckling, he blows out a breath of cool air over my core. “You’re such a good little girl for me. Look at how wet you are. I might have to make you lick me clean after I fuck you just to get your juices off my cock.”

His words send a shiver down my spine, eyes half-hooded as I tug on his hair, urging him to return his mouth to my pussy.

“Fuck, Pearl, do you know how fucking good you taste? Your pussy is my new favorite dessert.”

For once, he doesn’t give me a hard time, mouth closing over my clit. Two thick fingers press at my entrance, easing it wider as he dips into me. His tongue works in time with his fingers, taking me to new heights, tremors coursing through my body as the first orgasm builds.

When he crooks his fingers and presses them against my inner walls, I come hard. Wetness coats his fingers, more slicking down my legs as I rock with him, trying to draw out the pleasure for as long as possible.

“Oh my God, Maxim!” I exhale, and a slow, satisfied noise sounding like a grunt escapes.

“You liked that, huh”? He chuckles from deep in his chest. “We are not done yet, baby girl.”

Maxim laps up every drop I have to give him before moving up the bed. He grasps either side of my shirt in his tattooed hands, yanking it open. The buttons go flying, pinging off the lamp beside the bed before flying to the ground.

He’s rough as he pulls one nipple and then the other between his teeth. He leans over me, capturing my mouth with his. Our teeth clash as I claw at his back, trying to get him impossibly closer to me. All the pent-up tension between us over the last month is finally being released.

My hands travel down the sides of his body, straight to the button on his pants. The outline of his hardened length presses against my pussy, grinding against me through the soft fabric that separates us. As I frantically fumble to undo his zipper, he grabs my hands and stops me.

“What do you want?” He grins at me sheepishly.

I’m startled. “I want more.”

“Tell me what you want. Let me hear it.” He says again and holds me firm, his mouth hovering over mine.

“I … I want you. I want your cock.” I stumble in frustration.

Maxim still doesn’t let me move my hand; this is torture, he is fucking teasing me. He stares at me until I say the words, I never thought I would need to say to a man.

“Please, fuck me. Now.” I can’t believe I sound so needy.

“That’s my girl. I knew you would beg for me. It’s all yours, baby.” He growls into my neck as he kisses his way to my chest.

He lets go of my hands and it takes a second to pop his pants open and yank them together with his boxers over his thighs, needing them out of the way. I palm his cock, tracing the vein from base to tip with my finger. I slide over the drop of moisture gathering there, rubbing it into his skin.

Maxim’s rough gasp sends my heart soaring as he reaches between us and grabs my hand. He takes both of my wrists in one hand, forcing them above my head and pressing them into the mattress.

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