Page 28 of Kidnapped Bratva Virgin

One step from her face, I stand looking down at her. “Do you want to be the boss, Ava?” I ask, dipping a finger into the river of sweat between her breasts.

“Yes. I want to be the fucking boss.” She pushes me in the chest as I step back, off-kilter.

“Then show me your boss-lady moves. On the mat now.” She shoves me again. “If you can wrestle me to the ground, I’ll let you have your way with me.”

Of course, I want her to win the wrestle and put up a mild fight as our sweaty bodies mingle, and Ava pins my arm behind my back, slipping her leg behind my knee as I fall to floor, dragging her on top of me. Panting, I cling on to her gaze sliding her down to my hard cock and grabbing her ass so she can feel it.

Ava closes her eyes, crushing her mouth over mine, a fervor coming over her as she takes charge, turning me all theway on. “I need you out of that top. It’s your turn to do what I say,” she commands, lifting my tank top off, and I grin as she straddles me.

“Whatever you say, Boss.” With my top off, Ava pulls the band out of her hair, letting her locks fly free. I’m a man in heaven. She grins down at me, peeling herself out of her sweaty apparel but getting stuck in her top, leaving me in tears of laughter.

“Help me! Don’t laugh. You’re in big trouble.”

“I can’t help it, you’re so cute and hot,” I tell her, laughing in between as I throw her top to the side and help her out of her sports bra, leaving her heavy round breasts hanging in front of me like fruit for my mouth. I knead them, groaning as I take one in my mouth and Ava sighs in relief.

“Mm, you’re nice and salty,” I growl, wanting to ravish her. I gobble up the other one as Ava starts to grind on my waiting cock. “Hold on, I’ve plenty for you. Hold on.” She rides over the top of my shorts as a prelude to the main event, standing up to strip down her Lycra leggings and soaked, sweaty underwear. “On my face now,” I command thickly. Ava straddles my face as I plunge my tongue into her salty, wet walls.

“I thought I was the one dishing out the commands,” she whimpers as I work furiously and she directs me, her pink flesh exciting me. In and out, I dive in, flipping my tongue into the crevices of her folds and digging into her fleshy hips.

She grinds on my face, directing her rhythm as I drive the pace up further. “Come for me, Ava. Pain before pleasure,” I call out as she squirms, holding the sides of my face, demanding more. I give it to her, finding the nub of her clit and sucking on it. I feel her jerk, as she cries out, her legs shaking.

Satisfied, but not done, I slap her ass, enjoying her moments of bliss. “Slide down and ride for me, Ava. I need you now.” Silently, she surfboards her pussy down to my glistening cock, sitting on the throne I’ve got waiting for her as I watch myself sink inside her.

“Oh my God. You’re so hard,” she remarks as I grind up into her.

“That’s right. Hard for you, Ava. See what you make me do?” I croon, the sweat pouring from the both of us as I glide her hips over my swollen cock, gravity taking hold of her breasts as they bounce in rhythm.

“You’re still too bossy,” she pants in complaint.

“Trust me, that pussy of yours is in charge because I can’t get enough,” I pant back roughly as Ava plants her hands across my chest, squeezing and flexing her ass faster and faster, making my dick tighter and tighter like a drum, until the crescendo builds to such a peak I can’t stand it anymore.

Clenching my eyes shut, Ava fingers her clit as I explode inside her, feeling her slick tunnel clenching around me in its own orgasm, both of us overcome with the waves of climax.

Ava falls into hysterics, spent next to me on the mat. “That wasn’t supposed to be a double workout, but I think I enjoyed the second better.

Laughing with her, I have to agree. “Me too. You were a good student. We need to train more often.”

Chapter Fifteen - Ava

Cindy greets me at the door with a huge hug, and I let the embrace linger, so happy to see a normal everyday human being. Not that I don’t enjoy being with Dimitri, but all the other people around him seem so cold and aloof. If they’re not, it’s as if they don’t know how to let their hair down and act like normal people, but I guess they’re not. They’re high society and have to engage in some stupid game in order to maintain the status quo, which to me—coming from where I come from—is a load of shit.

“Girl! I’m so happy you got let out. Woo-hoo!” I step into Cindy’s house; the same one I’ve been in so many times before. We grew up together and have been best friends since primary school. There’s been pockets of time where we haven’t been as close, but we always end up falling back together again.

“Yes,” I reply, “I’ve been let out, but I get it. It’s not really like that. It’s just with all the changes and stuff, I guess….” Cindy knows some things, but she doesn’t know everything, and I don’t know if I can tell her. There are things I don’t want to admit. I park the idea, not wanting to put pressure on myself, instead deciding to have a nice night with my friend for old times’ sake.

It’s after eight, and I’ve arrived later than I wanted to, Dimitri almost backing out on giving me a ride here, but he had no choice unless he wanted me to complain and pout about broken promises for the entire night. “How about some hot cocoa and you can tell me all about your sexy new lover!” she drawls, making sexy eyes at me.

Giggling, I offload my overnight bag on her small couch, remembering Cindy’s like me, and trying to make ends meet by putting herself through college too. Except she has the lucky benefit of both her parents being alive.

“He is sexy. I can’t lie about that.”

Cindy’s eyes widen as she sweeps her black hair off her face. “What? You’re going to spill for sure. I want all the deets.”

I smile goofily as Cindy stirs in the hot cocoa, dropping white and milk chocolate duds into cream, her secret cocoa weapon. As she stirs, I start at the beginning of the story.

“You’re probably not going to believe me because it’s too crazy for words.”

Cindy scoffs, stirring with her wooden spoon, but stops to drag out two large mugs and a bag of marshmallows. “Then I want you to use all your words, including the adjectives. Please and thank you, because my life is snore bore.”

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