Page 45 of Brutal Bratva King

The expression on his face makes it so obvious that he knows exactly why I snuck into his room after going to bed. The more I deny it, the worse it will be.

“I—you keep—“ I take a deep breath. Just get it over with. “You keep teasing me and then stopping or walking away. You leave me completely frustrated and it’s getting to be too much.”

He chuckles, a darkly delicious sound that rumbles through my body.

“So, you don’t think it’s fair of me?”

“No,” I huff loudly, the red of my cheeks darkening and growing hotter.

“And if I do this?” He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head.

I gasp in shock.

“Does thatfrustrateyou, princess?”

My heart is going wild. I spread my legs and wrap them around his waist. He laughs again, thrusting his hips forward, rubbing himself against me.

My lips part as he hovers his mouth over mine.

“Do you want me to do things to you?” he growls softly against my mouth.

I nod, my eyes locked onto his.

He slips his hand between my legs and brushes his fingers over my pussy. The gentle touch sends lightning shooting up my spine.

I moan softly, a desperate sound, as I rock my hips upwards.

He dips his fingers inside me, pushing them as deep as he can. My pussy pulses over his fingers. The expression in his eyes darkens, becoming filled with need as well.

I can feel his cock growing harder against me.

He lets go of my wrists, his hand tracing down my arm, over my jaw and locking around my throat.

His lips press against mine and the kiss is fierce, filled with need and passion.

My hands run down his back, my nails clawing red against his skin.

His mouth moves from my lips, brushing over my neck, across my breast.

“I want to know what you taste like, princess,” he whispers as he kisses my stomach.

My heart flutters like a wild bird.

He grabs my thighs in his hands and pulls them apart. Then his mouth is over my pussy, hot and moving slowly.

His tongue dancing against my clit.

I grab the edges of the pillow and my fingers grip the fabric tightly while desperate sounds of pleasure drift from my lips.

His tongue pushes into me, then out, then in again.

I rock my pussy over his mouth as he fucks me with his tongue and the pleasure begins to build, getting more intense and more uncontrollable.

I can barely breathe. He moves his mouth faster, licking and sucking and dipping his fingers inside me at the same time.

I reach down and grab a handful of his hair, pushing the back of his head as I rock my hips against his face.

Heat builds and in a sudden, frantic moment, the orgasm explodes through me.

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