Page 63 of Stolen By the Bratva King

His eyes are hungry as he looms over me, his mouth sending kisses up my neck, his tongue massaging with mine.

When his palms find my breasts, he gives them a tender squeeze, then does it a little harder until I gasp. A smirk appears on his handsome face as he twists my nipples in his fingers, then leans down and sucks on them, making them hard, biting on them gently.

I arch my back as his hands cascade down my stomach. My hair fans out over the sheets. David lifts my knees and pushes my legs open.

He stares at my glistening pussy, pink and wet and throbbing for him.

“So juicy,” he groans, licking his lips.

“I’m so turned on,” I breathe out, admitting the obvious.

“I want to eat it,” he says, his eyes switching up to me for only a moment before planting back between my legs.

“Eat it, baby,” I all but beg him.

“You taste so delicious,” he says, kissing my inner thighs. “I need another helping of you.”

“I can’t handle this teasing anymore,” I practically weep. Every nerve ending in my body is tingling with desire. “Take all you want.”

David’s eyes are rimmed with lust. I reach around his back and pull his shirt up. He yanks it over his head and tosses it.

My hands glide down the contours of his ripped muscles. He pulls his pants down, tosses them away.

He licks his lips, an insatiable desire carved into the hard line structure of his jaw. His lips tease at my throbbing pussy lips until my center is soaked and craving his mouth.

I dig my nails into his scalp and give his head an impatient thrust between my legs, crying out with excitement as his tongue finally parts my lips and slides across my clit. He lets out a low growl of satisfaction as my thighs quiver between his head.

I wedge him closer, burying his face, preparing to suffocate and drown him, whichever happens first. It doesn’t seem like he cares.

David’s tongue dances over my clit and I lose all control. A rush of air escapes from my throat and I let out a guttural moan. My fingers lace through his hair and give it a tug.

David pulls his mouth away, teasing me.

“Beg, baby,” he commands.

At this point I’ll do anything he wants as long as he makes me cum. “Please.”

“Do you like it?” He snarls.

“I love it. You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good, that’s the point.” He sounds proud of himself.

“David…” I trail off in a breathy moan.

“You’re a naughty girl.” He grins against my pussy lips.

“Only for you,” I whimper.

David rewards me with the tip of his tongue skimming across the knob of my clit. I’m dizzy with ecstasy.

His tongue flicks across my throbbing flesh. He licks it, sucks it, all but destroying me. He pushes one finger inside me, thrusting, fucking me with it, his tongue grazing every crack and crevice between my legs. He leaves no surface untouched.

A rush of serotonin surges through me. I collapse with the orgasm, completely surrendering myself to it, and to the man causing it.

I scream his name and his finger thrusts harder, and his mouth kisses tenderly at my clit.

When I’m finished, he comes up for air, his mouth glistening with my cum. His gray eyes are as dark as hurricane waters.

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