Page 81 of Bratva's Intern

“Oh god, Max.” He clutched my hair, his viselike grip oscillating between pushing me away from the overwhelming sensation and drawing me closer.

Pulling back, I watched as his rim twitched lightly in response to the loss of my tongue. Flicking my gaze upward, I met Wren’s glazed-over eyes, which eyed me with a mix of desperation and desire. A glance down toward his throbbing length was enough to confirm what his face mirrored. He was close.

“Beautiful.” I kissed the inside of his thigh. “Every inch of you. Especially here.”

I released him long enough to grab the lubricant. I quickly spread it onto two fingers, then pressed the slick digits against his hole. His gasp filled the room.

“No one else gets to see you like this, Wren. No one.”

I slid one finger in slowly, savoring the tight warmthclamping down on me. A pang of regret swept through me that I hadn’t lasted to feel him around my cock.

But if I had, I wouldn’t have gotten to see Wren this way, lying like a sacrifice, legs spread, hips tilted, baring himself to me.

“More…” A whispered plea escaped him as he arched against me.

“That’s it. I love the way you beg like a whore. Are you my little whore, Wren?”

“Yes,” he whimpered. “I’m your whore, Maxim.”

“Yes, you are. Look at the way you ride my finger.” I chuckled harshly and slid another finger into his waiting heat. He bucked his hips back and forth, slipping up and down the sheets, every cry, every moan, every gasp, begging for more.

“You want to come, Wren?” I asked.

“Yes, please.”

“Then let me taste what’s mine. You’ve earned it.”

Leaning forward, I captured the head of his cock between my lips while quickening the pace of my fingers shoving inside him.

“Ooh. Oooh. Yes… Feels so good. Please.”

He babbled, his cries becoming louder—none of that fake nonsense noise some of those boys made when I brought them home. His stomach quivered, and a rosy hue dusted across his skin.

“Harder.”

Perfect slut.

“That’s it, baby. I love it when you tell me what you need.”

I smacked his hole with my fingers and plunged them in as far as they could go while taking him down the back of my throat.

“Yes, yes, yes. Harder, Maxim. Harder.”

“That’s right, baby. Beg for it.”

I jerked his hips up, angling him perfectly as I drilledmy fingers into him with a ruthless pace, curling them just right to hit his sweet spot. His panting grew erratic. Wren braced himself on his arms and drove his ass back onto my fingers.

“That’s it. Fuck yourself on my fingers.”

“So close. So, so close. Don’t?—”

I swallowed him down to the back of my throat. A cry tore from his lips as he spilled his seed into my mouth, his body twitching. Sweat glistened on his strained neck as he thrust his head back, riding the waves of my finger, fucking him while still working my lips up and down his length.

“Oh god, oh god. It’s too much. Maxim, please?—”

He tried to pull away, but I pressed a hand down onto his stomach, holding him down.

“You can take it. I know you can.” I smacked his hole hard twice, and he yelped. “You’re so beautiful like this, falling apart for me.” I shoved my fingers back in, milking every drop of cum out of him and into my waiting mouth.

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