Page 49 of Caught By the Bratva Beast

Sitting down behind my desk, I roll the chair closer, fingers drumming on the leather desk pad. “I told you before that I'm not interested in playing any fucking games.”

“And this isn't a fucking game. This is the life we're going to share. Set your terms.”

“You're to obey me. Especially when we’re in public. There's no more of sassing me back, getting under my skin, playing whose dick is bigger. Not in front of my family. If you do it at home, expect your attitude to be dealt with in the bedroom.”

“You think you can just fuck me into submission?”

“I can try.”

Espresso eyes roll but those full lips pull at the corners. “I think you wildly overestimate yourself.”

Getting up from the desk, I cross the room, bracing myself on either arm of the chair, leaning into her personal space.

I can smell the mint on her breath from the gum she was chewing maybe an hour ago.

Her chest rises and falls, the vein in her neck throbbing as she looks up at me. Her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip and that's when I lean in further, closing the distance between us, dragging her lip between my teeth.

Pearl lets out a low moan before planting her hands on my chest and pushing me back a step. “I don't know what you think you're trying to start right now, but it's not working.”

I kneel in front of her, putting my hands on either side of her knees and pushing them apart before reaching down to her feet and taking off the little heels she wears. I throw them to the other side of the room, smirking when she puts one foot on my chest ready to push me back again.

“Aren't you tired of this game of tug of war we keep playing?”

“I don't know, it seems to get you going pretty good.”

I take my time tracing my fingers up the seams of her jeans, pressing hard against her core before reaching for the button.

Pearl stops where my hands are going before getting up from the chair. “It's my turn,” she says.

As I stand, she gets to the ground in front of me.

If I thought, she was beautiful before it doesn't compare to the way she looks on her knees. Especially now when I slip my shirt off, tossing it onto the desk. Her gaze traces the pattern of the tattoos as she palms my cock through my pants.

She rakes her nails along my pelvis, tracing the waistband before pulling the zipper down.

Pearl makes quick work of the material, dragging it down my legs. I kick it out of the way, standing before her naked with my throbbing erection in my hand. Her nails press lightly against my balls as she cups them while dragging her tongue along the underside of my cock.

She traces it, teasing the seam between the shaft and the head, her eyes burning with lust. My length bobs in front of her mouth as she licks her way back down, squeezing my balls harder as she does.

“If you keep playing, I’m going to shove my cock down your throat and make you gag.”

Pearl sits back on her heels, slender fingers reaching for the little buttons of her blouse. She takes her time opening them before slipping the blouse from her shoulders and allowing it to flutter to the floor.

My gaze drops to her breasts, her nipples pressing against the thin lace that covers them. With a coy smile, she rolls her nipples between her fingers, head falling back on a moan as she pinches them. I don’t miss a beat, hips jerking forward to press the head of my cock against her gaping mouth.

She hums around me as she hollows her cheeks and takes my length. Her tongue swirls around me, stroking harder with each bob of her head. Gripping the back of her head, I thrust deeper into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. The soft sound she makes only encourages me, throbbing as I pull out before diving back in. Her hot and wet mouth wraps tighter around me, her moans growing louder as she toys with herself while taking me deeper.

“Fuck, Pearl. You’re such a greedy little slut for me, aren’t you? Look at you, taking my cock so good.”

She grazes her teeth along the underside as I pull out of her mouth. Her little pout makes me want to slam back into her, pouring myself down her throat when I come but I don’t, instead, I haul her to her feet.

“Bend over the fucking desk.”

Pearl does as I say, swiping the loose pens from the top of the desk and onto the floor.

Her back arches and her ass sticks in the air as I reach for her jeans, forcing the tight material down her thighs.

I shove her thong to the side, not bothering to waste any time as I plunge into her tight pussy. “You’re going to take my cock like a good girl, and you’re not going to come until I tell you to, understood?”

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