Page 33 of Forced Prisoner By the Bratva

While sucking one breast, he was simultaneously fondling the other. The feeling was like none I'd ever felt before. The chill of his tongue and the sensation of his fingers deliciously pinching my nipples fueled my desire.

He was taking his time with me, his hands traversing my body, tracing my curves, and switching between kissing my lips, my neck, and my breasts. It felt so good, and all I could do was moan.

Clearly, he still remembered that I was a virgin, and maybe he wanted to make my first time memorable. Whatever the case, I loved what he was doing to my body; I loved how much attention he paid to every detail.

His tongue licked my skin, traveling up the nape of my neck and then reclaiming my lips. He was a good kisser with fresh, warm breath that had me burning with desire.

Erik unlocked his lips from mine and looked into my eyes. “Ever been gone down on before?” he asked, his breath fanning against my skin.

My heart skipped at his question, racing with anticipation as I subtly trembled beneath him. The thought of his mouth on my pussy fueled my desire and anxiety, leaving me breathless. My voice seemed to be lost in ecstasy, so I shook my head in response to his question.

A faint grin played on his lips as he kissed my skin—my forehead, my nose, my lips, then down my neck. My body quivered, my anticipation building as his kisses moved past my chest down to my belly button.

His hands caressed my hips over the fabric of my nightgown before sliding under, his skin smooth against my trembling thighs. He jerked his head up and met my eyes, my chest rising and falling with expectation.

I was consumed with longing, my pulse pounding with need as I hung on the edge, waiting.

A smirk twitched on the corners of his lips as he lowered his head between my legs. I steeled myself, my body stiffening, eyes fixed downward where I watched him draw in a deep breath, inhaling the scent of my arousal.

I was so wet down there and was a little embarrassed as I felt his fingertips delicately shift my panties to the side. He stole one last glance up at my face before going down on me.

“Oh, my God!” The expression fell off my mouth, unintended.

My breath hitched in my throat, and my eyes widened at the erotic feeling that jolted through my body. His tongue licked my entrance and sucked on my clit while his arms held on to my shaking thighs, keeping me in place.

“You taste so good,” he murmured and returned to work on my pussy.

The air was filled with my soft moans—a low, husky hum that seemed to vibrate through every cell in my body. My fingersclenched into fists, grasping the sheets and tugging on them as if anchoring myself to reality.

He was good with his tongue, eating me up like a hungry beast, his fingers digging into my flesh.

I arched my back, feeling the unbearable sensation overwhelming every cell and molecule in my body. I trembled like a leaf, my hip bucking upward in a silent plea for more.

The scent of my arousal wafted through the air, mingling with the sweet fragrance of my perfume.

I didn't realize how much I'd pulled away from the original spot on the bed until he yanked me back in place with his strong arms.

My hands flew into his hair, pressing his head deeper between my legs. The sensation was killing me, but I didn't want him to stop. I loved it—I loved the way he licked me up so good.

By the time he'd eaten to his satisfaction—bothour satisfaction—he raised his head, his mouth covered in my juice. It was so hot that I wanted to taste it, to lick it off his lips.

I reached down and helped him back up before claiming his mouth. I kissed him with so much fervency, tasting the remnants of my juice on his mouth.

Tongues danced, moving to the rhythm of the passion fueling our desire.

My hands traveled across his body, his canvas of scars brushing against my palms. We exchanged heavy, warm breaths, our eyes shut, basking in the euphoria that washed over us like a flood.

Without breaking our kiss, his hand descended to my pussy, and a finger gently slid up and down my entrance. I moaned into his mouth, my hardened nipples tingling.

He was just as great with his fingers as he was with his tongue. At this point, my mind was overwhelmed with ecstasy, and I knew instantly that I was ready.

I broke the kiss and looked right into his piercing green eyes, my voice soft but laced with desperation. “Take me,” I pleaded, urgency creeping into my tone.

If I wasn't so turned on, I'd never say those words. I'd die of shame and embarrassment. But at this moment, I didn't care—I didn't give two shits. I just wanted to feel him buried deep inside me.

My hands traveled down to his waist where I unbuttoned his pants with a kind of speed and precision that shocked me. But now wasn't the time to be amused over redundant things. My fingers grasped his zipper and pulled it down, exposing the boxers underneath.

He claimed my lips again, this time devouring them with an intense fervency that left us both breathless. I grabbed his waistband and yanked it down then withdrew his shaft from underneath his boxers.

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