Page 44 of Forced Bratva Hostage

“I want you,” I moaned softly, finally finding my voice. “I want you so bad.” I jerked my eyes at him, my teeth grazing my lower lip in a seductive manner.

While still fingering me, he leaned closer, and I claimed his lips with a fervent kiss that left us both gasping for air. With my arms around his neck, I stuck my tongue deep into his mouth, the lioness in me taking control.

I wanted him, and I wasn't going to hold back at all.

He lifted me up, his palms supporting my ass as he led me across the room. In his strong hold, I pushed my hair behind my ear, and my head tilted down while still kissing those sweet lips.

Afanasy slowly set me down on the plush couch, my head resting on the armrest. I cupped his face in my palms, feeling the sensation of his hands on my breasts.

He left my lips and stared at me for a moment, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “My God, you're so beautiful.” His voice, calm and husky, fueled my desire.

My cheeks flushed at his remark, my heart swelling with excitement as I pulled him by the sagged tie hanging off his neck. My hands deftly grabbed the lapels of his coat, and I tugged rapidly in response to the flame burning within me. I struggled with the buttons for a moment; they strained, then released as I slipped the coat off his shoulders.

The fabric slid down his arms, and I tossed it aside, my lips reaching to lock with his again. Afanasy's kiss left me breathless, my manicured hands caressing the fabric of his undershirt.

His hands slid under my top, his palms grabbing and squeezing my breasts as his lips devoured mine. My hands hastily unbuttoned his shirt; however, the last three seemed impossible to undo, and I was running out of patience. So, I ripped his shirt open with a strength we both marveled at.

He broke the kiss for a moment, eyebrows arched in surprise as the buttons popped loose, hitting the floor with tiny clicks. I rushed back at his lips, twirling my tongue in his mouth. He'd awakened the lioness in me, and how she was unleashed.

I slipped the shirt, together with the tie, off his shoulders, my hands feeling his rigid frame. His thick skin was tough beneath my palms as I explored his torso. His body tensed, his chiseled abs contracting into defined ridges.

His hands slipped underneath my top, grazing against my skin as he lifted it over my head. Next, he kissed my neck, my chest rising and falling, swooning in pleasure while his hands roamed my body.

His kiss fell to my chest, and I arched my back in ecstasy, his hands unhooking my bra. I slid my arms free, letting the bra drop, its straps slipping off my shoulders like silk.

His hands claimed my exposed breasts, palms cradling, molding, and squeezing as I writhed against him, a soft purr humming from my lips.

I moaned deeply, my hands roaming his masculine form as he took my breast in his mouth. The chill of his tongue on my nipple sent shivers down my spine as he simultaneously pinched the other with gentle grazes.

He switched between the breasts, sucking and molding each of them while I shuddered beneath him. My heart was swelling with excitement as I twirled, unleashing a soft, trembling moan. My gasps grew louder, more insistent, as his teeth deliciously bit my nipples, sending waves of ecstasy through me.

My body tensed when he slid down, kissing my skin to my belly button. I bucked my hips, impatient, as his hands grasped my waist, pulling down my jeans.

I spread my legs apart, and he went down on me, shifting my underpants to the side. A pleasurable sigh escaped my mouth, lips curling into a smile. His tongue licked me up so good, his teeth grazing over my throbbing clit.

My back arched, and I pressed into the couch with widening eyes and curling toes. Sheer pleasure ripped through me, causing a moan to tear from my lips, raw and unguarded. His tongue danced over my entrance, tracing delicate patterns.

I threw my hands into his hair, pressing his head and lifting my hips, seeking deeper contact. My legs parted further,and I trembled with fluttering eyes, lost in bliss. My breath hitched in my throat, pleasure washing over me like a tidal wave.

He jerked his head and looked at me, his lips covered in my wetness—my juice—as he crawled back to my face. I pulled his head down to my lips and licked the juice, kissing him fervently. His hand slid down to my pussy again, gliding two fingers in.

I moaned in his mouth, quivering as his fingers worked their magic on my mound. Fueled by desire, I pushed him off me and slid down the couch.

Afanasy sat with his back against the couch, watching me on my knees, unbuckling his belt. I never broke eye contact, even as I withdrew his cock from his pants.

The groan he let out in response to my hand stroking his length was music to my ears, and a smile played on my lips. I watched his face contort, muscles bulging as he locked his gaze on me for a moment, his lips pressed together to suppress his moans.

Still watching his face and basking in the desire flickering in his gaze, I moved my fingers to his cap. My thumb twirled over the tip, smearing his pre-cum over his skin.

His body trembled, muscles locking in pleasure. I was pleased, watching him enjoy my actions, narrowed to focus only on his cap.

My eyes darted down to his cock, its cap red from all that stroking. I pushed my hair backward, my mouth swallowing his organ, and a low growl rumbled through his throat, raw and unguarded. My lips wrapped around him, my head twirling to the rhythm of the passion traveling across my body.

I grabbed his clean, shaved balls, delicately caressing them while choking on his cock, deep in my throat. As I pulled out, a thread of saliva lingered from my mouth to his shaft, and I jerked my eyes to meet his.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he whispered, licking his lips.

My eyes crinkled at the corners, and my hands stroked his cock, smearing the drool over his length. I lowered my head, taking his shaft back in my mouth.

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