Page 59 of Owned By The Bratva King

"Fuck, Quinn," I growl, my hips bucking as she works my throbbing shaft. "That feels so fucking good."

She responds by increasing her grip and increasing her pace, her thumb teasing the underside of my swollen head. My balls tighten, my arousal building to a fever pitch, but I'm nowhere near ready to surrender.

"Suck it, you pretty slut. I want to feel your wet mouth on my cock."

Without hesitation, Quinn sits up in front of me and takes the head of my cock into her mouth. She looks so fucking good, her lips caressing my sensitive tip. She moves slowly, lashing me with her tongue, but I want more. I need more.

"Deeper," I demand, grabbing a fistful of her hair and guiding her movements. "I want to make you choke."

She moans around me, her eyes watering. She draws me further into her mouth and the head of my cock hits the back of her throat hard, her muscles closing around my girth.

Her hand is still pumping my cock, and the other is inside her panties. She works her clit feverishly, carried away by the thrill of submitting to me.

"Oh yeah, take it," I groan, my hips thrusting forward as I push myself deeper into her mouth. "You love it when I fuck your face. Such a good girl."

I can feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as I get closer to the edge. Saliva runs down Quinn's chin as she relaxes her throat, and it's all I can do to stop, but I must.

However much as it'd be fun to explode all over her face, I want her clutching heat around me and to see that pussy overflow with my come.

I pull out of her mouth and hold her by her shoulders. Her eyes are wild.

"Stop touching yourself," I say. "Now, Quinn. I mean it."

She hisses in frustration and removes her hand from her panties. I drop to my knees and raise her fingers to my lips, sucking the juice from them, and she stares, slack-jawed.

"I don't care who you are," she says. "I don't care what you've done. The way you look at me, the things you do, how you make me feel—I can't help it. I want you. Don't torment me now."

"I won't." I push her onto her back and slide her panties down her legs. "At least, not for too long."

I take a moment to admire the way her pussy glistens in the soft lamplight, her folds slick with her wetness. The fresh scent of her fills the room, and I settle my face between her thighs, my tongue nudging her swollen clit.

She cries out, her body writhing as she grinds against my mouth.

"Eat me," she gasps. "I'll come so easily, I promise. Just do it!"

I chuckle and trace slow circles around her clit, savoring the way she moans and surges beneath me. Her hands grip the sheets, and I slide a finger inside her, curling it upwards to hit her G-spot.

"You’re delectable, moya zhena," I say. "Such a delicious pussy."

She's getting closer, trembling as she hurtles towards her orgasm. I slip another finger in, stretching her as I stroke that sweet spot, and she cries out.

"I'm coming!" I glance up and lock my eyes on hers. "Roman!"

"That's it, baby. Scream my name."

She comes apart beneath me, her pussy clenching around my fingers in waves of pleasure. I pull back for a moment, watching her as she rides out her climax. She's flushed, her chest heaving as she tries to steady her breath.

I know she wants more, and I'm more than willing to give it to her. I have to get it right; before she's climbed down from the peak, but not while she's still at the height of the sensation.

Now.

With one final flick of my tongue, she explodes again, her eyes rolling back in her head. I continue to work her through her orgasm, savoring the feel of her coming apart under my touch.

When she finally stills, I move up her body, pressing my hard cock between her legs.

"I want you," she whispers, her eyes dark with desire.

"I need you," I reply. "Be a good girl and take it."

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