Page 12 of Bratva King's Secret Twins

“Kotik, I may have to kill every other man who saw you like this before me.”

I can feel her pulse quicken under my kiss, but she moves her hips into me, and I trail my fingers along her chest, pinching her nipples.

“You don’t have to kill anyone. It’s only been you.”

I smirk and take one swollen peak in my mouth, sucking hard and rolling it with my tongue, hearing her gasp and feeling her fingers digging into my shoulders.

She groans. “I may have to kill every woman who has ever had your tongue before.”

“I will write you a list,” I mumble against her nipple.

My hands move lower, sliding under the lace of her thong, feeling her heat through the thin fabric. She sighs quietly, and I know she's ready for me. I thread my fingers in the delicate lace and rip them in half, revealing her wet, pink center.

“I’ll buy you another pair,” I growl, staring at my new salvation, my Kotik’s pussy. The sight of her swollen clit glistening with her juices pushes me further, making me desperate to feel her come undone beneath me.

Gwen's body trembles under my touch. The sounds that come out of her make all other music pale in comparison. I just want to hear her moans again and again. My tongue slides across her slick folds, tasting her sweetness.

“You're so wet, Gwen,” I whisper, my voice thick with arousal. “I can't wait to feel you around me, baby.”

My hand reaches up, tracing gentle circles around her nipples, eliciting soft mewls from her. I press two fingers inside her, curving up, the tips of my finger gliding along her barrier. “Nik,” she whispers.

“Shh, baby, just let me.”

Her walls pulse around my fingers, begging for more as I continue to press forward. The tip of my tongue traces her clit, causing her to jolt up, her hips bucking against my face. I push my fingers inside her fully, feeling the barrier that separates her virginity from her new world, my world. I pause, my fingers stilling inside her as I watch her eyes squeeze shut as she waits for the pain.

I start to kiss up her inner thigh and whisper, “Gwen, look at me.”

“No. It’s going to hurt.”

“You mean it’s going to hurt like this?” I shush her, biting her inner thigh lightly. She hisses and her core tightens around my fingers. “Or is it going to hurt like this?” I lightly smack her clit.

“Nikolai,” Gwen hisses, and I bite her thigh again.

“Gwen, I doubt it will hurt more than this.” I flip her around, pulling my fingers out of her and pulling her ass into the air. “Don’t I owe you a punishment?”

“Punishment for what?!” Gwen huffs, looking back at me, her neck flushed with red and her lips pink from her biting onthem.

I run her arousal all over her plump ass and tap her thigh lightly. “I believe I told you not to touch yourself in my car.”

“You made me cum in a restaurant.” I smack her ass harder, reveling in the yelp from her lips and the vibration that rings through the room from the impact of my hand on her ass.

“Yes, and I should be the only one who makes you cum, Kotik.” Gwen's eyes widen, but I keep a firm grip on her ass. I gather her hair in one hand and gently tug it, pulling her head back to expose her bare neck. “Remember your safe word.”

“Nik-” I squeeze her ass, and she yelps.

“Safe word,” I command, palming her ass.

“Pickles.”

“Good girl.” I raise my hand, quickly bringing my palm down, connecting with her ass. The sound of the slap slices through the air.

Gwen yelps. “Fuck!”

“Now how about we do three more? Seems like a good enough punishment for me.” I fix myself behind her reddening ass.

“Fuck you,” Gwen snarls.

“Well, kitty, don’t get ahead of yourself. We’re almost there.” I smile.

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