Page 27 of Stolen By the Bratva King

My thighs start involuntarily trembling and I nod, instinctively parting my legs to give him better access. He seems pleased with that too. He peels back my panties and his thumb parts my sensitive folds. I gasp as an incredible surge of warm tingles invades my senses. David’s eyes burn with lust.

“Do you like this?” he growls.

“Yes,” I moan.

“Do you want me to keep touching you like this, or will you deny me again?”

“Please.” I’m not above begging in this situation. I need his hands all over me. I’m done denying him, but more so, I’m done denying myself.

He applies a tender amount of pressure to my clit, and I moan again, biting down on my bottom lip. I wiggle my hips in the chair and slide my bottom further down the base of it.

The pad of David’s thumb guides a slow circle around on my clit, driving me crazy.

“Does that feel good?” He asks as his index finger travels to my center. He already knows the answer.

I nod. I can’t speak through the pleasure. I stare at him, and we make eye contact as David slowly pushes his finger inside me, deeper and deeper into my center, stopping only when he gets to the knuckle of his finger.

The experience is magic. It’s what I imagined in my head as I touched myself in David’s bed, when he caught me. Now I get to finish on his hand, and it’s like a dream unfolding in real time.

When I clench my muscles around him, he releases a satisfied groan and begins to slide the finger in and out. He removes it a few seconds later, and I despair at the loss of him no longer inside me.

He studies me like a hawk as he opens his mouth, popping his finger through his parted lips. He sucks on his finger, tasting me, eyes rolling back in his head. He groans out a low murmur. “Delicious. It should be a crime to taste that good.”

My brain briefly flits over the real crimes involved here, but I shove those invasive thoughts away. I’m too enthralled with this gorgeous man to focus on anything else right now.

David cuffs his fingers over the band of my panties and begins to tug them down over my thighs. When he gets them to my ankles, I lift my feet off the concrete and he slides them off completely, tossing them onto the table.

“I want to taste you here,” he says, but it’s not a question, as he points to my naked pussy, which is throbbing and getting wetter by the second.

“Yes,” I breathe out. I’m desperate to feel his tongue gliding over my clit. It pulses with the aching need of it.

David buries his head between my legs. He rubs my inner thighs as his tongue caresses slow circles around on my clit. He flicks his tongue inside me, and I spread my legs open wider, weaving my hands through his hair, pulling him closer. I surrender to his generous kisses.

I arch my back, moaning softly as David eats me like I’m his last meal, savoring it. He kisses, sucks and licks, changing the tempo, pulling away when I get close just to edge and tease me.

“You’re going to make me lose my mind,” I warn him in a breathless whisper.

“That’s the whole point, baby,” he grumbles between my legs.

The fact that he calls me baby sends an intense, euphoric heat traveling through my body. I lose all control, and completely surrender to the pleasure.

David holds me in place, sparing me no mercy as his tongue does incredible, life-altering things to my clit, dancing across it like he owns it.

He can have it if he wants it, if it sends me spiraling through the stars like this. The orgasm rocks through my body, sending me into orbit. I quiver above him, throwing my head back as ecstasy expands through my entire body.

David finally comes up to air when I’m finished convulsing and moaning. We’re both panting hard, red in the face, eyes glazed with desire and heat, hair askew.

My cum glistens on David’s lips and chin. His eyes are glowing in the aftermath, his features still swimming with a frenzy of yearning. He looks at me like he’s ready to claim me and rearrange my insides.

“Do you like it when I play with you?” he asks. “Does it feel good? I want to edge you forever. You’re very naughty for cumming before I wanted you to. I need to punish you now.” He looms over me, his shadow falling over my quivering body like a thick velvet blanket.

When I finally compose myself enough to speak, I say, “I like it when you play with it.” My voice is a whisper. I’m sweating, still shaking from the intensity of the orgasm.

“Can I keep playing now, baby?” David says it with forceful confidence, but there is an urgency sparking in his eyes that makes my heart pound. “You’re moaning is so sexy.”

I draw him close and pull him up, so we are face to face. I rope my arms around his neck and hug him to my naked body. He pulls away a moment later, his eyes feasting on me. “You’re sofucking gorgeous. I love finally seeing you without clothes on. I’m addicted to it.”

“I’m addicted to you too,” I whisper near his ear. “I want you so bad, it hurts.”

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