Page 50 of Captivated By the Bratva

I crashed, sobbing and needing more air as my climax hit. It was hard and fast, barging into me like a visceral strike.

“Maxim. Fuck!” I trembled under the onslaught of his tongue and lips on me. He kept at it, humming his satisfaction as he ate at me. My thighs quivered. My chest rose and fell with frantic pulls of air. Dizzy, but in a good way, I slumped to the bed and damn near melted from the bliss drugging me so deeply.

“I want to fuck you here, too,” he rose to his hands and knees. Crawling over me, he looked like a sinister predator on the prowl, and I smiled sluggishly at the wicked intention he had in mind. Straddling me as I leaned up on the pillows, he trapped me to the bed. His thick trunks for thighs bracketed my arms. As he reached down to spread his fingers through my hair, he lined his dick up to my lips.

At once, I parted them, eager to suck him into my mouth. Just like he had when he went down on me, I maintained direct eye contact.

The smooth head slipped in easily, and as I swirled my tongue around the mushroom pushing in, I moaned at the tangy hint of his precum.

“Slowly, sweetheart,” he got out through clenched teeth.

I hummed my agreement, hoping he saw the respect and need in my eyes. I was new at this. I’d never given a man head before. He was my first to suck in and taste, and I wanted him to be my last too.

I lifted my hands to hold his ass, and after I managed to pull his dick further into my mouth, he put his other hand on my head. Guiding me, he thrust between my lips with a slow, agonizing pace. In and out. Back and forth, he slid, but the thrill of pleasuring him was addicting.

This was nothing like when he’d fucked me before. That time was raw, feral hunger. Hard slaps and frantic fucking.

The determination in his eyes showed me that he had something else in mind this time. Now, he seemed to want to savor me, to enjoy every second of fucking my mouth, of letting me worship his long, hard dick with my lips and tongue.

“Faster?” he teased when I pushed at his ass to get more of him in. “No. Not yet, sweetheart.”

Yet.Just hearing that one word sounded like the best promise of all.Yetimplied that he planned on giving me his cock again. And I couldn’t wait to learn all the ways to please him.

“You like that, you naughty little slut?” he crooned as he rammed his dick into my mouth.

I moaned, letting that sound be my reply. His dirty talk sparked my arousal to burn hotter. Even though I’d just come, I felt my pussy throbbing, my juices slipping out to smear on my thighs.

“Do you?” He went a little faster.

My lips strained, stretched around him so deep. My mouth was stuffed, and my eyes watered at the pressure to suck him in as deep as I could. I hoped he saw in my gaze how much I was loving this.

He grinned, a smug expression that thrilled me even more.

I wanted to make him smile. Just like that. Forever.

“Too bad.” He pulled out, and I panted. I missed the absence of his dick, his taste, and I frowned as he slid down the bed. Making room for himself between my legs, he picked up one of my knees and draped my calf over his shoulder.

“Too bad,” he said between rushed breaths. “Because I also want to fill you.”

As he lifted my other leg to set it over his other shoulder, he slammed his dick all the way into me. I arched my back at the instant tight fit. That wicked stretch, all the way to the hilt. He was in me, all the way, and it felt perfect.

“I want to fill your sweet, naughty pussy,” he said as he pulled back out. “Over.” He pushed in. “Over.” Another hard drive. “And over.”

He reached down to grip my hips, and holding on there, he pummeled into my cunt.

This was more like the other time, faster, harder, and brutal.

I lowered my hands to clutch his legs, and once I held on tight, I realized he wanted me to pull toward him too.

We met each other, thrusting and pulling in sync.

“I want you, sweetheart. So fucking much,” he growled.

The tendons in his neck flexed under the strain of clenching his teeth. His muscles bunched and tightened, all the hard bulges of his shoulders and arms, his wall of abs. He was a machine, honed to perfection, and working hard to force us both to come.

“You’re a bad little slut,” he reminded me.

“Only” —I groaned as he went faster— “yours.”

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