Page 15 of Stolen By The Bratva King

I’m going to Hell for so many reasons already. What’s one more?

I ease down my zipper so it doesn’t make a noise, and my cock springs free. It’s thick and heavy in my hand, my jockeys sporting a big damp patch of pre-come.

The lubrication makes it easy to work, and I grasp the base of my shaft and pump it hard a few times just to ease the throb.

That stimulation alone is almost enough to send me over the edge, and I shove my fist in my mouth, digging my teeth into my knuckles to stop me from groaning with ecstasy.

I want to shove my cock in Emery’s mouth, her pussy, anywhere. I want her stretched out beneath me, gasping as I fill her.

One lap of her tongue, one gagging sound as I bottomed out in her throat, and I’d think of nothing else until my dying day.

I bite down harder, and the skin breaks, the coppery tinge of blood in my mouth.

What runs through her mind as she plays with her pretty cunt? I want to know. Is it some fantasy of escape, a dream of being taken by a stranger?

Or, just maybe, is she thinking of me?

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Emery

I’m so close to coming. My body is alive with tension as if I’ve cracked open a door I didn’t even know was there.

It’s because, for the first time ever, I’ve experienced genuine attraction.

Not the polite interest I felt with Dante when we first met, but a primal need that leaves me feeling unsteady and exposed.

Leon stirred something untamed in me. I’ve never felt it before, but even before I reach my climax, I know this one will be different.

I don’t just need to come—I need to be taken, dominated in a way I’ve never let myself imagine.

I wouldn’t have resisted if Leon had walked through the door and taken what he wanted. That scares me but doesn’t stop my imagination playing the reel.

Leon clamps his hand over my mouth as he grabs me from behind, pulling me against his chest.

“You’re gonna take my cock, Emery,” he murmurs. “I’ll bet you’re just the type to like it rough. You think I can’t tell when a woman needs a good fucking?”

It’s not a question that needs an answer. His hardness presses against my ass, and he grinds against me as he walks me to the couch, forcing me onto my knees. His heat and strength surround me, overpowering every instinct that says to run.

I have no chance to react before his hands are on me, rough and insistent, yanking my pajama pants and panties down so they’re wrapped around my ankles.

“Such a slutty cunt,” he says, his breath hot against my core.

The filthy words send a shiver through me. I’ve never been spoken to like this, but God, I want more.

He spears my asshole with his tongue, and I yelp, the sharp sensation sending a shock of pleasure through me.

“Look how ready you are for me. You want me to stretch out your wet little hole?”

I nod, unable to form words, and he laughs darkly. He’s in complete control, and I’m helpless to do anything but submit.

I nod, and he laughs as he frees his cock. I feel the heat, and then it’s there, thick and heavy between my thighs. He grasps it at the base, rubbing the tip up and down, catching my clit with each pass.

I use three fingertips to try and imitate Leon’s cock; not that I know what it would feel like, but I’ve never had a fantasy this vivid before.

Nothing I do can capture the solid warmth, the unyielding presence I imagine so clearly.

I’ve never been this desperate. I don’t just want to come; I want him tomakeme.

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