Page 73 of Innocent Bratva Hostage

I wrapped my arms around his neck, reveling in the heat seeping from his body and into mine as he carried me to our room.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his body pressing against mine and enveloping me with warmth.

We barely made it past the bedroom door when I shifted from the position in one fluid motion, wrapping my legs around his hips and tracing his lips with mine.

His arm snaked around me, and one of his hands slid under my swimsuit, finding my bare breast and cupping it.

I raked my fingers through his hair and kissed him. It was a hot, searing, primal kiss that evoked something deeper than lust from both of us. It was need, mixed with deep yearning.

He deepened the kiss, dragging his thumb across my nipple and twisting it lightly.

I moaned into his mouth, bucking when I felt his erection poke against my sex, and ground against him, desperate to ease the throbbing between my thighs.

He slid a hand through my thong and cupped my sex, and then, fisting the thong, he ripped it off me and pressed a firm finger to my clitoris.

I gasped, the ache in my core becoming more intense with anticipation. “Andrei,” I moaned.

“Get down,” he ordered as his gaze landed on my face, the look in his eyes dangerous.

I stopped grinding and stared at him with raised brows. “Why?” I asked. I needed him now.

“Because you’re riding me today.” He pushed a finger deep inside me, curved it, and thrust it a few times.

My body quivered at the contact, and a sultry cry left my throat. God, I needed to feel him inside me right now.

“Now,solnishko,” he groaned when he pulled his finger out of me.

I got off him and waited for him to take off his jacket. He unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it to the floor, and then reached for his pants.

“Let me,” I offered. I knelt in front of him, taking my sweet time to unbuckle his belt and salivating at the sight of his erection. He was hard, and I was thirsty to have a taste of him.

His dick sprung out as I pulled down his pants, and I swallowed at the sight of precum on the tip.

“Do you want to taste it?” he asked, his voice so rough and husky that it unraveled me completely.

I nodded.

“It’s all yours,solnishko. Do as you please.”

I wrapped my hand around the shaft and swiped my tongue over the tip. A smile pulled at my lips when I tasted the salty bead of precum. It honestly wasn’t as bad as I thought.

“You like it?”

“Yes.”

A pleased grin appeared on his face. “Stuff your face with it.”

Like a good girl, I took the length of his dick in my mouth, pumping with my fist and choking on the sheer length of him.

My jaw ached, my throat burning to stop, but I didn’t.

The satisfaction in his groans was all I needed to hear. The way he wrapped my hair around his fist and thrust it into my mouth sent a ripple of heat through me. The more I took him in my mouth, the more my pussy wept to have him inside me until I could feel the wetness of my arousal dripping down my legs.

My sex yearned for some pressure, so I pressed my thumb against it as firmly as he usually did and circled it until I could feel my orgasm build.

Holy crap! This was perfection.

The fact that I could bring both him and myself so much pleasure…. The feeling was heavenly, and it filled me with much more confidence than I could have imagined.

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