Page 115 of Bratva Knight

I let her nipple go with apop. “You have no idea what you do to me, Tati,” I groaned, kissing and nibbling my way down her body.

She propped herself up on her elbows and spread her legs wide, allowing me to settle myself between them. Her face was flushed, eyes burning with heat and chest heaving, her breasts moving up and down, up and down.

She was so goddamn gorgeous. Like a beautiful, golden-haired goddess.

I smirked and ran my tongue from her entrance all the way up to her clit in one long, languid stroke. She moaned. “You’re going to watch me, aren’t you?” I licked her again. Slowly, leisurely, basking in her taste. “Watch me lick this beautiful pussy until you come all over my face?”

Her head rolled back on her shoulders. “God, yes,” she panted. “You know I love to watch you go down on me.”

“I know.” She would watch me any chance she got. “Watch and enjoy, love. I know I will.” My hands slapped to her thighs and I shoved them further apart as I buried my face in between her legs. She cried out in pleasure and I soaked it in, revelling in it, the sound making my cock twitch.

“The best goddamn thing I’ve ever tasted,” I moaned against her. She was so soft, so sweet.

I shoved my hand down into my pants and gripped my cock, unable to hold off any longer. I stroked myself with the same rhythm as my tongue, my pleasure building and building. Everything about her sent me spiralling towards release and I had to work hard not to spill in my pants. I kissed her pussy like I was kissing her mouth, moving my lips and tongue against her softly. Slowly, sensually. Exactly the way she liked it. I barely came up for air, much preferring her feel and taste than breathing. Who wanted to waste the time on trivial things like breathing when you had the most intoxicating taste right before you?

Not me. That was for damn sure. I wanted her to fucking smother me with it. And I was going to get what I fucking wanted.

Tatiana shrieked in surprise when I grasped her hips tightly and spun us so she was sitting on my face. I didn’t have to tell my girl to ride my face. She knew, because she was goddamn fucking perfect. She moved back and forth on me, her hands cupping her breasts and head thrown back in pleasure.

She was such a fucking sight.

I groaned as she drove down harder on me, her pleasure givingmepleasure. My cock was so hard, it fucking hurt. I grabbed a handful of her ass in both hands and squeezed, urging her on.

“Damn it, Nikolai. I’m going to come already,” she whimpered, her hips moving faster and faster. Her little clit pulsed against my tongue and I knew she was telling the truth.

“Not yet,” I begged, pleaded. “I’m not done.” Truthfully, I would never be done. Her taste was downright euphoric. I wanted to bottle it up and make it into a fucking drink, so I could taste her whenever I wanted to.

“Too bad, I can’t hold back—oh, fuck.” Her whole body shook and then she was coming, a rush of wetness flooding into my mouth.

I’d died and gone to heaven. I drank it all down, sucking hard, searching for more.Desperatefor more. Tatiana slumped forward, breathing heavily. Her breasts dangled above me and I gripped one roughly, pulling her down so I could suck it into my mouth. My hands were all over her. My mouth was all over her. I would never get enough.Never.

Tatiana moved back, pulling her breast from my mouth. I whined and tried to get it back, but she shoved me back down with a hand to the chest.

“You still got those handcuffs?” she panted, rubbing her pussy up and down my shaft, the friction unbearable.

“Side draw,” I choked out.

She leant over and pulled out two pairs of cuffs and a condom from my bedside table, a smirk dancing on her lips.

“Are those for you or me?” I asked, anticipation curling down my spine. We’d used cuffs before. Sometimes it would be me cuffed up, sometimes it would be her.

She twirled one of them around her finger, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You.”

I offered up my wrists eagerly. She slapped one around my left wrist and then cuffed it to my bedhead. Her breasts dangled right in my face and I nipped at her skin. She did the same thing with my other wrist until I was completely at her mercy.

She sat back, admiring her work before she slinked down, pulling my pants from my body as she went.

Fuck, this was going to be absolute torture. I was sure of it.

Tatiana leant forward and kissed me softly, running her tongue over my bottom lip before she slowly started moving down, trailing her tongue down my chin, down my throat, across my chest and through my abs in one long, tortuous lick.

I groaned in both pleasure and pain, straining against the cuffs, trying to get closer to her. “Tatiana,” I whined.

“What’s the matter, Nicky?” She gripped the base of my cock and I choked, the cuffs rattling and groaning against the wood. “We both know you like being tortured like this.”

She was right. I did. It was like a wonderful form of torture that turned me on so much, I could barely keep still.

I watched, completely riveted as she leant down, her golden hair spreading out over my thighs as she sucked one of my balls into her mouth.

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