Page 61 of Knocked-Up Bratva Prisoner

I kiss over her neck, leaving a trail of warmth on her skin.

Moving lower, I let my tongue glide over her stomach, and she rocks her hips upwards, arching her back.

Taking her thighs in my hands, I pull her legs apart, gliding my tongue up her inner thigh, and finally over her clit.

She moans loudly and then clasps her hand over her mouth.

I look up at her, smile, and grab her hand off her mouth.

“Make as much noise as you want. I want to hear it.”

I start slowly, teasing her a little, moving my tongue around the places she most wants me to go. I brush my fingers over her, too. She moans a little louder, frustrated to be so teased.

But I am teasing myself, too, and my cock is hard and throbbing.

I can’t hold back anymore.

I bury my face in her pussy, letting my tongue dance over her most sensitive parts, gliding over her soft skin, like pink petals of a rare flower.

She threads her fingers through my hair and pushes my face harder against her pussy, which makes my cock rigid with lust for her.

I pull her lips apart and push my tongue inside her, sliding it in and out, fucking her with my tongue and making her cry out with pleasure.

Dipping my fingers inside her, I gently massage her, swirling my tongue in circles over her clit as her movements against my face become more urgent, more desperate as she rocks her hips up towards me.

I move faster, pressing harder and tasting her in every way possible.

She tastes as good as she feels, and right now, all I want is to hear those beautiful sounds she is making.

In the dark forest, lit by a bright full moon and a sky full of stars, her legs start to shake, her body shivering as her thighs clamp over my head, and the moans that fall from her lips sound like an angel's song.

Her fingers knot tighter in my hair as she rides my face.

Exploding in pleasure, she comes all over my tongue, and I lick up every last drop of her.

I’m so turned on by her, I kneel over her and grab my cock, thrusting my hand back and forth. It only takes a few strokes before I come all over her beautiful stomach. She giggles, a grin that spreads across her entire face and makes her eyes shine brighter than the moon.

I take a few deep breaths, my heart racing wildy.

Then I look down at her beautiful face.

A woman has never turned me on like this. I don’t know what secret powers she has, but she has definitely cast a spell on me.

I chuckle, seeing her smile.

“Did you enjoy that?”

“I’ve decided that stargazing is my new favorite thing.”

Her skin is flushed from our session under the stars.

I hand her a napkin from our picnic basket, and we clean up the mess we made while grinning at each other like two people who have just experienced everything for the very first time.

It is kind of crazy, but because of how different it feels with her, everything does feel like the first time. I am not used to things feeling this heated; this intense connection we have fuels the fire in new ways for me. The way she turns me on and drives me crazy—it’s so completely different.

I lie back down on the blanket next to her, pulling her right up against me again, and letting my body warms hers as I pull the other blanket over us.

She snuggles against my chest, still smiling, neither of us is in a rush to go anywhere right now.

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