Page 70 of Stolen By The Bratva King

I can’t even form words, let alone arrange them into coherent sentences, not with his fingertips pressing the thin material of my underwear into my sensitive clit.

I moan loudly, unable to keep it in, and he claps his hand over my mouth.

“Quiet.” He moves up my body so he can see my expression as he works my clit through my panties. “If you can’t keep your slutty noises under wraps, I’ll fuck your throat until you lose your damn voice.”

He releases my mouth for long enough to place a deep kiss on my lips before covering them with his palm again. “Now, let me watch your pretty face while you come.”

He’s gonna unravel me with his hand, and he hasn’t even taken off my underwear yet. My pussy feels almost painfully empty, and I close my eyes, waves of bliss washing over me as he does his thing.

Without warning, Leon raises his hand and spanks my pussy with his open palm.

I hear the slap a nanosecond before I feel it, but dear God, do I feel it. My eyes fly open, and I yelp into Leon’s hand.

“Look at me,val’kiriya.” He can no longer resist, and he delves inside my panties, teasing my slick entrance. “I want you to look me right in the eyes and say my name. Will you behave?”

I nod, and he takes his hand away from my mouth. He watches my face with heavy-lidded eyes, propping himself on his elbow while his other hand roams over my pussy.

He nudges two fingers inside, stretching me, and I bite my lip.

“Who do you want?” he asks, his voice thick with lust.

“You.” I arch my back, trying to get him to push deeper. “I want you, Leon. Please make me come.”

With that, he shoves his fingers firmly into me, his thumb finding my tender clit. His face is inches from mine, his cock rubbing my hip as he moves, his eyes never leaving mine.

He’s sointoxicating. He never lets up, making me feel his obsessive need for me in every way he can, all the time.

How am I gonna learn to handle him? Do I even want to?

Or should I just lose myself to his roaming hands, those eager lips, and his big cock that’s always ready to service me?

Imagine that.Leon Vasiliev, my husband, happily caught up in slavish lust and always ready to worship at the altar of my body.

The thought pushes me past the point of no return, and I squeeze his fingers as my climax rolls through me.

“That’s it, beautiful.” He slows down, massaging my clit to extend the ecstasy as he smothers my cries with his lips. “Give it to me.”

My pussy squirts, wetness gushing onto the coverlet beneath me, and I sigh as my orgasm recedes, Leon’s fingers still pulsing inside me.

He pulls free and sits up on his knees, his erection tenting his pants, and he undoes his fly, letting it spring free.

“We’re not done here,” he murmurs, stroking his cock. “Catch your breath,moya zhena. You’ll need it.”

38

Leon

I’m gonna fuck Emery on her old bed, in her family home.

There’s something perverse about it but that won’t stop me. In fact, it’s only adding to the experience.

My wife has that punch-drunk look I’m starting to crave, the look of a woman who is warming up fast to the reality of having sex with a man who adores her.

I love to see it: heavy lids, flushed chest, tangled hair. Skin gleaming, lips swollen and reddish from being kissed hard, like she deserves.

I have another use for those lips.

“Get your mouth around this, beautiful girl,” I say, brandishing my erection. “I have an idea, but I need some attention first.”

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