Page 71 of Stolen By The Bratva King

She doesn’t need to be told twice. Emery gets into position, and I sigh as she takes me deep into her throat.

I will never take this feeling for granted. Mine is the only cock she will ever suck, and she goes at it like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.

My groan is a low rumble in my chest as I rake my hands through her hair, pulling her mouth onto me as I thrust.

“I love the way you do that,val’kiriya.”

Emery gags, and I let her recover before shoving my length deep again. “Open up and take it.”

Her hands are on my thighs, squeezing in time to my movements. The sensitive head of my cock smashes into the back of her throat, and the smooth muscle constricts, seizing against my girth as I surge back and forth between her wet lips.

Without warning, my climax sprints toward me, ready to drag me over the edge.

Fuck, no.I can’t come, not yet.

I pull free and grab my throbbing cock, gripping the base firmly as I fight it back. Emery drops back onto her hands and watches me, her jaw slack at the sight.

“That’s so hot,” she gasps, her chest heaving as she recovers from my onslaught. “Why did you stop?”

“Remember I said I had an idea?” I shed my pants and sit on the end of the bed. “Come around here and sit on my cock, facing the wall.”

She frowns. “I don’t know if I can cope. And I’d rather face you, not the other way.”

“Because of the mirror?”

I noticed it as soon as I came into the room: a full-length wall mirror that perfectly reflects the end of the bed.

That’s not all I spotted; pinned to the frame are pictures cut from magazines and catalogs—Victoria’s Secret models, swimwear photoshoot poses, that kind of thing.

Teen Emery’s thinspiration.

Emery’s voice is laced with embarrassment.

“Yes, because of the mirror. I don’t want to see myself, especially not when your perfection is right there to make me look worse.”

I pull off my shirt, and now I’m naked. I pull her to her feet, guiding her around the bed to me, and she perches on my knee, keeping her eyes on my face and away from her reflection.

“Take a look at me first,” I say softly as I stroke my cock. “What do you see?”

Emery glances at the mirror. “You’re amazing,” she whispers. “So strong and fit and sexy. Those tattoos only accentuate the effect. I’m still not over the video you sent me, either.”

“Let me ask you something,” I say, my free hand delving between her thighs. “What do you think made me obsessed with you from the moment we met?”

She looks confused, and her lips part as I slide my fingertip between her pussy lips, grazing her still-sensitive clit.

“I don’t know,” she says. “My capability as a doctor?”

I laugh and press my lips to the hollow of her neck.

“Cute, but let me clue you in on something important. Your good heart, professional competence, and sweet nature are all things I love you for now that I know you better. But I went gaga for your body, Emery. My gaze lingered on those stunning curves, and I was gone.”

She giggles. “How objectifying.”

I work my fingertip more firmly against her, and she parts her thighs wider with a shuddering gasp.

“Don’t tell me you don’t like it,” I say. “You’re gonna bounce on my cock and watch your glorious body as it moves with me. Now stand up and get on it.”

I push her to her feet, and she squats over me, facing the mirror. Her big round ass sits neatly in my hands as I guide her, biting my lip as the tip of my cock finds her tightness.

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