Page 80 of Stolen By The Bratva King

“You gotta come,moya zhena,” I say, my voice tight with strain. “I can’t take much more?—”

Emery thrusts her hands into my hair so I can’t get away. She’s lost in it, her hips surging as she rides my face, sliding her dripping pussy along my fingers as I keep working her clit.

With a final jerk of her body, she throws back her head and gushes a fresh surge of juice into my mouth as her orgasm takes her.

“Oh my God, Leon!” she cries. “Holy shit!”

For a moment, I don’t understand what’s happening in my body. Then I convulse, ecstasy seizing me like I’ve been plugged in.

“Oh fuck, yeah,” I groan, tensing as the dam breaks. My cock pulsates, swelling and flexing, and I’m coming.

I ejaculated in my goddamnpants?! Atmyage? Is eighteen-year-old me gonna call and demand I return his balls?

Emery hasn’t noticed a thing; she’s too caught up in her own pleasure, the aftershocks quaking through her luscious body.

I ease myself out from beneath her and sit her in my lap, enjoying the look on her face as she catches her breath.

“Are you alright?” she asks as she drifts back down to Earth. “What’s wrong?”

“You made me come.”

Her eyebrows shoot up, and I shrug. “Don’t laugh. I feel weird.”

It’s true; Idofeel weird, and it’s not just the physical aspect.

It’s the vulnerability—how easily I handed her control without more than token resistance. But I don’t feel like I lost. How could I, with Emery in my arms?

With her, surrender feels like winning.

She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me tenderly. The gentleness after the storm—soft lips, slow breaths—hits me harder than the orgasm.

“That’s not howIfeel about it,” she says. “That may be the hottest thing that happened to anyone, ever. I hope you do it again.”

“You didn’t get to ride me,” I say, tugging her ponytail gently, “but I guess we’ve got time.”

A cloud crosses her face. “More than a couple of weeks?” she asks. “Because I’m reconsidering our deal. I might have to hang around a bit longer. You know, just to make sure I don’t like you.”

I grin and slide my hand to the back of her neck, drawing her closer.

“Fair enough,” I murmur. My lips find the hollow of her throat. The place where her pulse flutters—a reminder that she’s real. “Now we need a shower and a nap. When I recover from the ordeal you just put me through, I will do my part properly.”

“Whatever do you mean?” she asks, pretending not to understand.

I slap her ass playfully, and she gives a delighted squeal as I bite her throat.

“I mean I’ll come in your tight pussy and not my goddamn Calvin Kleins.”

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Emery

The water feels so good as it courses over my body. Sitting on Leon’s face was more of a workout than anticipated, and my legs ache from the exertion.

“You’re glorious,” Leon says, loading a sea sponge with soap. “I don’t think I’ll need a nap after all to get my energy back. Seeing the water run off those fucking incredible tits is enough to get the motor revving.”

I roll my eyes as he applies the lather to me, massaging it into my breasts and stomach. It smells of pink pepper and ginseng, a lightly spicy aroma that revives me as Leon’s strong hands go to work, loosening knots and releasing the tension.

“Better,val’kiriya?”

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