Page 17 of Owned By The Bratva King

He leans down to kiss me, his mouth soft and passionate at first but soon growing more demanding. His tongue parts my lips, diving deep into my mouth to tangle with mine.

His hands roam my body, exploring every curve and hollow, every inch of my trembling skin, my flesh coming alive under Roman’s caresses. He makes me feel like a goddess, and I sigh as he pulls my top up and off.

“Let me see your beautiful body, rusalka,” he murmurs, settling his weight onto me. His fingers play with my taut nipples, teasing them until they’re firm as pebbles, begging for more attention. He brushes them with his thumbs, making them stiffen even more, and I arch my back in response to the exquisite sensation.

My nipples respond to the fantasy, and it’s like Roman is here, touching me in ways no one has touched me before. But it’s not enough.

I throw my legs wide once more and dip a finger into my needy little hole, gripping it tight.

“I want to taste you,” he growls, his voice thick with desire.

I nod, unable to speak, as I watch him trail his fingers down my stomach, taking my panties with them.

“You’re so wet for me,” he says, his voice almost a whisper, and I can’t help but let out a soft moan in response. He kneels between my legs, the muscles in his jaw tightening as he gazes upon my ripe, swollen pussy. I can feel the heat radiating off his body as he leans forward, his breath warm on my inner thighs.

His fingers tease the folds gently, brushing over my clit. I squirm, needing more, and he pauses, looking at me hungrily. He leans forward once more, his tongue darting out to lick at my clit. I gasp, my hips bucking as he teases me with slow, sensual strokes, delving deeper into me with each pass. The intensity of the sensation is like an electric current coursing through my veins.

His fingers join in, and he plunges two digits inside me, his thumb finding my clit once more. His breath is hot on my most intimate parts, his fingers hitting just the right spots.

“You nasty girl,” Roman says, his voice hoarse with arousal. “This pussy has been neglected for too long. Unless you want me to stop?”

My orgasm is already building, a flush of sweet heat radiating through my core. I grip Roman’s hair tightly, my nails digging into his scalp as I plead.

“Please,” I moan. “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop.”

He doesn’t. He continues to eat me, and it’s as if every nerve ending in my body is screaming with bliss. My breath hitches, my vision blurs, and I can feel myself on the precipice, about to fall over the edge.

Then it happens. My body convulses, my orgasm crashing down upon me like a tidal wave as I scream his name.

I’m coming. Here, in this room, consumed by thoughts of a man who, in a few short hours, has dominated me entirely in almost every way possible.

Almost.

Because I’m not done yet. He wouldn’t stop there, and neither can I.

I collapse back onto the pillow, panting heavily. Roman’s eyes gleam with satisfaction as he watches me quiver, trying to climb down from the peak.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, his voice rough and husky. “I’ve never seen anyone come like that. You’re a goddamn angel.”

The sensation of his cock hardening against my thigh thrills me, and all at once, I’m no longer afraid.

“I want you inside me,” I whisper.

Roman doesn’t need any further encouragement. He positions himself at my entrance, his cock heavy and throbbing with anticipation.

“You ready?” he asks, his voice strained with need.

I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. He enters me slowly, sliding inside me inch by inch. The feeling of being filled overwhelms me, and I cling to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

Finally, he’s all the way in, my walls tight around him, holding him close. I can feel his body trembling, the desire written in every muscle.

Each thrust is a small earthquake, shaking me to my core. He reaches down, finding my clit, and his hips move in time with his fingers, his cock hitting my sweet spot with each pass. I can feel his need, his hunger, and it’s pushing me to new heights.

My breath comes in short, sharp gasps as I’m carried away in the rising tide. My muscles clench around him, my nails digging into his shoulders, and his pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more frantic, brutal, and deeper. My internal walls are throbbing, aching for release.

Roman groans, a low, guttural sound that vibrates through me. “Come for me, baby,” he growls. “Come for me, and I’ll fill you up.”

My pussy seizes desperately at nothing. Dear God. I’ve never felt so empty, so much in need of a man. But not just any man.

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