Page 27 of Owned By The Bratva King

He shrugs. “You got it. Want me to send you another car?”

“Nah. I’ll call one when I’m ready. I’m gonna take a walk.”

I sit on a low wall where I can see the bakery. Quinn is inside, working away—my fairytale princess with her sugary skin and needy little cunt, waiting for me to fill it.

I bite into the cinnamon bun, and the taste takes me back to the moment I licked her neck. Just that contact alone was enough to make me come. I only hope I can last more than two minutes when I finally get to fuck her.

Then I see her. She darts out of the shop and pauses, her hand on the wall as though trying to regain her breath. Did I have such a strong effect on her?

I didn’t intend to blurt out my lustful thoughts, but there’s no taking them back. I know she wants me; now she knows I want her too.

Quinn crosses the road, and I consider moving so she doesn’t see me, but when she doesn’t appear on the sidewalk, I realize she has entered the park. I drain my coffee, toss the cup in the trash, and follow her.

Something about watching her this way is turning me the fuck on. I am an organized, careful guy, not the type to stalk a woman in a public park. No other girl ever consumed my every waking thought.

I have to claim her. If another man gets there first, I’ll kill him and probably myself. Why risk it when I could fuck her right here and now? Bend her over the carved wooden railing and do some railing of my own.

The park has a small Chinese garden with a pagoda hidden by the trees. Quinn doesn’t look behind her, and she moves quickly, weaving through the willows. I hang back as she sits on a bench, but a strong gust of wind shifts the tree branches, revealing me.

She gasps and stands, backing away, but I close the space between us in moments. It’s not until I’m inches away from her that I realize I have no plan.

I grab her face in my hands and kiss her. She tries to resist, but my mouth working on hers unravels her, and as I wrap an arm around her waist, she melts into me. Her lips part, and she yields her tongue to me, drawing a growl from my throat.

This is happening. I don’t give a fuck who sees or what the consequences might be—that’s future me’s problem. All I want right now is to feel those lips around my cock.

I push Quinn’s shoulders down, and she drops to the ground, kneeling on the cold, damp floor of the pagoda. She turns her face up to me, her eyes full of shock, but she doesn’t say a word. I grip her chin, rubbing my thumb roughly over her lower lip. She opens her mouth slightly, and my cock responds with a throb of sweet, over-engorged agony.

“This has been on my mind since the second I laid eyes on you,” I murmur, my gaze never leaving hers. “I know you want me, but tell me to leave you alone, and I will.”

Her lips move as though the words are right there, but all that escapes her is a shuddering moan as I push my thumb into her mouth, finding her tongue.

“Come on, you pretty little tease. Just one little ‘yes’ is all I need, and believe me; I can make you scream that word.”

Quinn sucks my thumb gently, and it’s already too much. Just seeing her at my feet is intoxicating.

“That’s it, rusalka.” I unzip my pants and pull out my throbbing cock, and Quinn pulls away, her mouth falling open in shock. It’s all the encouragement I need, and I grab her head in my hands, making her cry out.

“If you want my dick in your throat, all you have to do is relax.” I shift my hips, tapping my thick shaft on her cheek. “I’m rock hard, and every inch is for you.

Have you any idea what you’ve been fucking doing to me? I’m gonna wreck you, Quinn. I’ll do things to you that you never imagined. Now give me that mouth.”

She obeys, sticking out the tip of her tongue through her parted lips. I work the slick head of my cock over it, letting my pre-come coat her tongue. Knowing she has never experienced this before makes me feel like a king.

Her breath hitches, and she nods silently. A rush of adrenaline surges through my body, and with a swift movement, I shove my cock into her willing mouth, holding her head firmly so she can’t back away. I groan, relishing the way her warm, wet lips envelop my shaft.

I begin to thrust into her waiting mouth, my hips moving in a steady rhythm. She gasps around me, her hands gripping my wrists as she tries to keep herself steady. The tip of me smashes the back of her throat, and she gags.

“That’s it, baby,” I say, pulling out to let her breathe. “Take it all. You’re such a good little cocksucker.”

Quinn is coughing, but her expression says it all; she wants more. She sees how good she’s making me feel, and like a good little slut, she’s already getting hooked on the feeling.

Her mouth falls open again, and she tilts her head back, making room for me. I slide my length over her warm tongue, my balls tightening as I choke her on my cock again.

I continue to fuck her face, her throat muscles massaging the sensitive head, and I struggle to keep my composure. My hands grip her hair tightly, urging her to take more of me. I pull out of her mouth, my cock glistening with her saliva, and bounce it against her cheek.

“Look at you,” I breathe, my voice rough with arousal. “You want my come, don’t you?”

She nods, her eyes pleading for release, and I slide back into her eager mouth. The feeling of her plump lips around me is too much to bear, and I know I won’t last much longer.

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