Page 58 of For a Price

“On the bench, kitty cat. Now.”

I blink, caught up in the haze of the steam. He takes my hand and leads me to the other end of the shower where there’s a built-in porcelain bench along the back tiled wall. I plop down, unsure what he’s expecting of me.

“Spread. Show me that gorgeous fucking pussy.”

Roman takes a knee and licks his lips. I’m in shock as I do as I’m told and part my thighs.

No man has ever tasted me in this way. No one’s ever offered.

Living the life I did, I had never felt interested enough to let any of them. Sex had never been a huge interest of mine. I was more concerned with finding food and having a roof over my head.

But spreading my legs and letting Roman in feels so right. It feels intimate as the steam floats around us and he hooks my thighs over his arms and draws me to the edge of the bench.

He gives no further warning before he buries his face in my pussy and swipes his tongue from the bottom to the top of my slit.

My jaw drops open.

An instant current of pleasure spreads through me. I grip the edge of the bench and watch in speechless shock.

His tongue flicks up and down my pussy slit, the feeling like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. The warm and wet massaging sensation is almost too much on such a sensitive area, drawing a shudder out of me.

It’s like he’s mapping out the shape of my pussy with his tongue. He’s tracing the folds, exploring the most intimate partof me. He sucks at my labia, kissing my pussy lips like he’d kissed my mouth earlier.

A deep tremble racks through me, right down to my toes. My thighs quake around his head and my heart beats so fast, it just might burst.

My fingers find his hair, sliding through the strands as if in encouragement.

Pleasure has begun to pop and crackle in sharp, electric tingles. It’s hot and feverish, spreading from the inside out.

My eyes snap shut as he sucks at my pussy and then tongues my throbbing clit.

Roman reaches up and squeezes my breast in his hand. He tweaks my nipple and nibbles at the inside of my thigh. I’m soaking wet, dripping while he feasts on my pussy and helps himself to feeling me up.

My orgasm is so close that I’m his for the taking.

I’m enveloped in the warm tingles that are building toward release.

I slump along the tiled wall. My legs dangle over his broad, muscled back. His head’s buried in my pussy. He produces a throaty moan that in turn makes me moan.

The moment feels surreal.

This powerful bratva boss is on his knees before me, worshipping my pussy to the point I’m soaked with arousal. I’m quivering in place as he adds two thick fingers inside me and sucks on my clit, and I can’t hang on another second.

I come with a sharp cry. The orgasm sweeps me up and leaves me reeling for what feels like its own eternity.

For as long as it lasts, the only thing I know is pleasure.

The only thing I feel is the release that erupts from within.

Roman laps at my pussy, tasting my juices as he squeezes my thighs.

“That’s fucking delicious, kitty cat,” he growls. “Net nichego vkusneye tebya.”?*

I’m in a daze for the rest of the shower.

Roman helps me towel off once we’re done. All I can do is blink up at him like he’s revealed the most shocking revelation of my life—and maybe he has.

He’s made me orgasm.

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