Page 129 of Bratva Butcher

“That I…” I licked my dry lips and his eyes flashed. “Ihave the dominant position here.” Which, in truth, was technically still true since it wasmyweapon prepared to end his life.

“I see,” he chuckled darkly. “I wonder…” his hand slowly moved down my body. “Does it make you wet, holding a knife to my throat?” My breath hitched when his hand disappeared down the front of my leather pants. That first contact made me moan. “Ahhh, it does.” A sinful smirk curled on his lips. "My dirty little devil."

His finger dipped inside me, and I panted, rotating my hips, searching for more. He put another finger in, and I couldn’t stop myself from moving. He watched me with hooded eyes, slowly moving his fingers in and out.

“Hmm, look at you. Fucking my fingers, your pussy justsqueezingme.” He came closer, regardless of the blade digging into his neck, and placed his lips over mine, hovering just out of reach. “Did you miss me, Autumn?”

Sick of being at his mercy, I reached down with my free hand and grasped his cock roughly. He grunted, eyes flaring wildly. “I can seeyoumissedme.” I squeezed, and he released a deep, masculine moan, thrusting his hips once, twice, almost like he couldn’t help himself.

How lucky for me that the man slept naked.

“I didn’t,” he panted, pumping into my hand. “I didn’t miss you at all.”

“Same,” I moaned as he started moving his fingers faster and faster. “I didn’t think about you.”

“No,” he agreed, still thrusting. His tongue came out and licked at my lips.

“Didn’t dream of you.” Pleasure shot up my spine. I arched into him.

“No,” he agreed again. His other hand came around and started shoving my pants roughly down my legs. I kicked them off frantically, along with my shoes. “Didn’t miss your touch.”

“No,” I whimpered, my hips swirling.

“Didn’t miss your taste,” he grunted. He removed his fingers from my pussy and plunged them into his mouth, completely contradicting what he’d just said. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. He moved down, tore my pants away and pushed my legs all the way up to my chest before closing his mouth over me.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, licking, sucking, biting me. “Yes, yes, fuck. More. Give me more.”

“Dimitri!” I thrashed, unable to handle the pleasure assaulting me. It was so fucking good, taking me over completely.

My knife slipped from my hands, landing beside me on the bed. Dimitri moaned, burying his face deeper into my pussy likehewas the one about to cum. He licked me from ass to clit in one long, languid stroke. Then another, and another. He spat on my pussy and then went right back to eating me out, a mixtureof salvia and my own wetness running down the insides of my thighs.

“I can’t wait anymore,” he almost whined, like he was in physical pain. “I need to be inside you.” He let my legs go and reared up to his knees. His hand grasped his thick, hard cock and pumped it up and down a few times before he went to move into position.

“Stop,” I panted. He did immediately, a flash of confusion streaking through the lust burning in his eyes. “More. I want to see more.”

He looked down at his hand, wrapped around his cock, and back up at me.

I nodded. Fuck yeah, I wanted to see more. He had no idea how fucking hot he looked right now, his muscles rippling, veins popping in his forearms as he flexed his hand open and closed over himself.

Hot, hot, fucking hot.

He started moving his hand, slow at first, and then faster and faster, all while he stared me in the eyes. His head tilted back slightly, exposing the cords of his neck. Teeth clenched, powerful body tight and tense, small grunts and snarls slipping from his lips, he made the perfect fucking picture. One I would take to my fucking grave.

“Does it feel good?” I whispered, moving one hand to unzip my skintight leather jacket. My breasts spilt out and his eyes flashed with something dark. Something feral.

“Yes,” was all he grunted.

I opened my legs and used my fingers to spread my pussy wide. He snarled like a hungry beast, and his movements turned chaotic. “Do you want to stick your cock in here?” I tapped a finger against my pussy and shuddered. “Deep inside me?”

“Yes,” he spat with anger and lust.

I knew I was playing a dangerous game, riling him up that way, but dangerous was the only game I liked to play.

“Then beg me.”

He cursed, looked away, looked back, all while he continued to pump his cock with his hand.

“Come on, Dimitri,” I panted, putting one finger inside. “It’s so nice and wet, and warm. You want to feel it, don’t you? Feel me, squeezing your cock—oh,” I put another finger in and my hips moved, swirling, arching. “Beg me for it,” I demanded.

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