Page 47 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

I want him so badly. I don’t want to wait anymore.

He’s teased me too many times and I’m ready.

Oleg lifts me, up against the wall, I squeal in fright because he lifts me all the way up—wrapping my legs over his shoulders.

His hand against my chest to hold me in place.

With his other hand, he pulls my underwear aside.

His hot tongue runs over my pussy and I moan loudly, knotting my fingers in his hair.

With his thumb hooked in my panties, he pushes my thighs wider apart.

His tongue pushes into me and I shudder with pleasure.

He begins to move his tongue in and out of my pussy, fucking me with his mouth, my back pressed against the wall and my head feeling dizzy.

I am terrified one of the house staff will walk past and see us—but I’m also lost in the pleasure of how this feels so I find it hard to care.

He rubs his thumb over my clit, moving in slow circles as he licks inside me.

The low moan he makes vibrates against my pussy and heightens the pleasure.

Soon I can feel myself losing control.

My legs are shaking over his shoulders, he is moving his tongue faster as he takes control of me.

I know my nails are digging into his shoulders, I’m trying not to make too much noise, but I’m struggling as I cry out with pleasure.

Then an orgasm slams into me, wave after wave it pulses through me. I feel like I am about to fall off the edge of the world, but his hands are holding me tightly.

I am still gasping from the pleasure of it when Oleg lowers me to the ground.

My legs are shaking, and even though I’ve just had the most intense orgasm—I want more. I want him.

I want to feel his cock inside me.

I grab his belt and look up at him. His pupils are dilated as he stares down at me.

“I want to feel you inside me,” I whisper nervously excited and filled with anticipation.

I see how his jaw clenches. He closes his eyes for a second. Fighting against something.

“No, Raisa,” he says calmly, taking my wrist in his hand and pinning it behind my back.

He places his finger beneath my chin and leans down to kiss me. A very gentle kiss. I taste myself on his lips.

It turns me on even more and the desperation inside me grows.

“Why not?” I stammer, not understanding why he wouldn’t want this as well.

He shakes his head.

“Not now, Raisa.” His voice is tight when he turns away from me and walks back into his office.

My heart sinks.

Why doesn’t he want me?

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