Page 58 of Plus-Sized Bratva Prisoner

“Do you think that’s funny to ask me that?”

“No, I’m just curious. I’ve never seen this side of you, and it’s really quite cute.”

“Cute? Are you kidding me? I’m furious. I’m upset. Can’t you see how angry I am?” I throw my hands in the air in complete frustration. I can’t believe this man.Cute? Of all the things to say to me—

Yefim stands up and walks around his desk. He comes straight towards me and pulls me closer to him.

“I mean what I said. You look cute. I rather enjoyed it.”

I push against his chest, too annoyed to let him hug me right now.

He chuckles again, and his body vibrates against mine, that delicious sound running through me like fire.

“Tia, you never had anything to worry about with her. She was just here to help with the projects. I could see what she was trying to do, but I also know she’s just whoring herself out for attention. She isn’t even my type. She’s too skinny, too forward, too fake.”

“Well. I think maybe what you need is a reminder of who your type actually is,” I say, still flooded with anger.

“Oh, do I?” he answers, amusement still in his voice.

I push him away, march to his office door and close it.

Then I press the blinds closed, too.

He watches me, leaning against his desk with his arms folded across his chest again. I walk over to him, kneel on the ground in front of him, and roughly pull his belt open, then unzip his pants.

He glances at the office door, then down at me. I stare up at him. He looks shocked, his hands now leaning back against the desk.

He wasn’t expecting this.

“Tia—"

“Shut up,” I snap.

He chuckles again.

By the time I have his pants pulled open, his cock is so hard I can see the veins throbbing along the shaft, thick and bulging. For a brief moment I panic, wondering how I’m going to fit his cock in my mouth.

But I open my lips and slide them over him anyway.

A deep growl of a moan pours from his mouth, and I feel his body shudder with pleasure as he leans heavier against the desk, not trusting his legs anymore.

I slide my mouth up and down his cock. Sucking, licking, letting my tongue glide over him.

Once or twice I choke a little, gagging as his cock hits the back of my throat. I try to force myself to relax so I can take all of him in, but it’s impossible. He’s too big.

I feel his hand wrap around the back of my head, his fingers twisting in my hair as he holds me in place and begins to thrust himself slowly in and out of my mouth.

He’s close to finishing. The moans are getting more urgent, his hips moving with such careful control, but also desperation to be deeper inside my mouth.

I push his hand away from my head.

I’m the one in control here.

He doesn’t get to chase his own orgasm.

I’ll give it to him when I decide he can have it.

His legs are shaking. I can hear by his breathing that he can’t hold on much longer. So I start to move a little faster, running my hand over the base of his cock while I suck him.

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