Page 65 of Owned By The Bratva King

I gasp, arching my back and pressing myself further into his touch. He responds by taking the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and tugging as he lavishes attention on its twin.

“Suck my cock, Quinn.” He gazes at me with hooded eyes, his voice rough. “I need your sweet lips around it. But be warned,” he pinches my nipple firmly, “I’m not in the mood to take it easy. I wanna fuck your face.”

Oh God, yes. I nod, my heart pounding in anticipation, and Roman pulls me to my feet, kissing me deeply before pushing me to my knees.

I feel the heat of his arousal even through his pants, and my own desire spikes in response. He doesn’t waste any time, unzipping his fly and pulling out his thick, hard cock. He grasps the base, his other hand in my hair as he guides my head, my hairpins dropping to the floor.

“Show me you want it,” he says, and I obey, parting my lips. The sensation of him filling my mouth makes me moan, my throat vibrating around him. He doesn’t give me any time to adjust before he’s thrusting deep, fucking my throat with fast strokes that make my eyes water.

“You’re so good at taking me,” Roman groans, his fingers tightening in my hair. I gag, and he pulls out, slapping my cheek with his slick shaft. “Such a good little slut for my cock. Tell me what you are.”

I gasp, trying to get my breath. “I’m your good little cock slut.”

“That’s right.” He slides the head over my tongue. “Your mouth is mine to fuck, and you love it.”

Our dirty talk only serves to turn me on more, and I find myself eagerly swallowing around his length, relishing the feeling of him hitting the back of my throat.

He’s relentless, pounding into my face with abandon, and I can feel my own arousal building, my clit throbbing with need. I reach for my fly buttons, but his stern voice stops me.

“No,” he growls. “You don’t get to touch yourself until I say so.”

I whine in protest, but he ignores me, focusing all of his attention on using me for his own pleasure. He’s so big, so thick, and I’m struggling to take him all, but I refuse to back down. I want him to unravel.

He yanks his cock out of my eager mouth with an animal roar of anguish, a string of saliva connecting the tip to my swollen lips. His hand wraps around the base of his shaft, squeezing tightly as he tries to hold back the flood.

“Oh fuck, no,” he says, his breathing labored. “I’m nowhere near ready for this to end, but God help me, Quinn. You’re driving me crazy.”

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Quinn

Roman drags me to my feet, his mouth on mine. The corners of my lips are sore from the stretch of his surging cock, and my face is smeared with spit, but he doesn't care.

His hands fumble at my buttons, and he pulls my jeans roughly down, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.

He turns me around and lifts one of my legs onto the kitchen counter, the surface smooth and cool against my heated skin. He groans as he takes in the view, and his hand moves to my inner thigh.

"You're so fucking wet." Roman's breath is hot on my ear as his fingers slide through my slick folds. "I can't wait to taste you."

He traces circles on my clit with his thumb, teasing and tormenting me until I am writhing and panting beneath him. Lubrication pools between my thighs as he dips his middle finger inside me, curling it upwards to hit that sweet spot that makes me see stars.

But he doesn't stop there. He bends down, using his tongue to trace the sensitive skin between my pussy and ass, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

He drags his fingers along my slit and draws my wetness up to my ass, teasing my tight hole, and I tense up. I'm unsure what to expect, but he is patient and gentle as he works his way inside.

"Easy, baby." He adds another finger to my ass, and I moan, overwhelmed by the sensation. "Does it hurt?"

"No," I sigh. "It feels so good."

"How about a little something in your pussy?" Roman's third and fourth fingers nudge my aching entrance. "You wanna know what it's like to be truly full?"

Without waiting for a response, he penetrates me deeply, with two fingers in my ass and two in my pussy. It's a relentless, savage assault, and I can do little but roll my head from side to side, tortured cries escaping my lips.

He begins to finger me with a slow and steady rhythm, curling his fingers in a come-hither motion, and the tension builds inside me, deepening with each passing second.

Roman slaps my butt cheek with his other hand, and the impact makes me scream. He gives a feral growl of satisfaction and does it again, pinning me to the counter as he ravages me with his fingers.

"I'm going to fuck your tight pussy, then your even tighter asshole." He squeezes my buttock, then spanks me once more. "All your needy little holes belong to me. I can do whatever I want with them."

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