Page 79 of Knocked-up Bratva Bride
I lifted her dress, pleased to see that there was no underwear, and I dropped to my haunches and dragged her hips closer to my face, smelling her before tasting. I dove forward like I couldn’t wait one more second to taste her and sealed my lips around my clit.
She cried out, arched her back, and drove her fingers into my hair.
I groaned deep in my throat, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head while I sucked, licked, nibbled, grazed every inch of her. I felt like a starving man, and she was dinner.
Sweet, fucking dinner.
I’d never gone down on another woman, but for Elena, I could spend nights eating her out. The sounds she made…fuck! I could come in my fucking pants.
“Baby.” She ground herself against my mouth, shivering and whimpering chaotically. “Yes, Damien. Ah—yes!”
And I moved my mouth faster, barely able to catch my breath. My tongue dove between her folds and dipped into her pussy. She whimpered when I swirled my tongue around her clit slowly, and her fingers tightened against my scalp. Her thighs clenched, and she screamed in ecstasy as her orgasm hit with full force.
I licked her clean, savoring her juices until she was dry. Then, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and rose to my feet.
She didn’t even give me a second before crashing her lips against mine, forcing her tongue into my mouth to taste herself off me.
Her hands worked fast on my belt buckle, slipping it off and tugging down on my pants and briefs to free my achingcock. It sprung out, poked her thighs while her mouth hungrily worked on mine—teeth gnashing, biting, and sucking.
We groaned into each other, and I gripped both sides of the table while she spread her legs wider, wrapped them around my waist, and ushered me in.
I slid in, and she sighed into my mouth when I broke through her resistance. We weren’t going to last very long. One move of those hips of hers was going to send me spiraling without control.
I gripped her hip with one hand, fucking her fast, and furiously, because I’d lost control from the second she walked into this office.
I slammed into her, hard. My balls slapped against her pussy, and the wet, slick sounds bounced off the walls, accompanying her high-pitched moans.
I could feel myself slipping by the second. I was fucking losing it. Black stars dotted my vision, and I gritted my teeth to steady myself. But I was losing.
I thrust up at the same time she bucked her hips, and that was it.
Her second orgasm hit harder while I came so hard, emptying myself inside her, that my knees buckled, and my vision blurred for a few seconds before I could see her clearly again.
She laughed, kissing my cheeks, before sliding off the table. “I hope you’re not tired, baby. We are going again.”
“You’re in an awfullyhotmood today, sweetheart. What happened?”
“I spent all day thinking about you while you stayed cooped up in here.” Torturously, she ran her hand over my cock, dragged a bead of cum from the tip with her finger, and stuck it into her mouth. “I even touched myself.”
I could have sworn I stopped breathing.
She shimmied out of her lacy dress and bra, and I dove in to suck on her breasts once the materials dropped to the ground.
Her nipples peaked in my mouth, each of them hot and hard; I felt my cock growing again, stiffening with each flick of my tongue on her tits. I pulled her close and smacked her ass, enjoying the sound of her sighs in my ears.
She pushed up on her tiptoes, forcing more of her into my mouth, and I sucked on her full boobs with gratitude, tugging on each one like a baby in need of milk.
“Damien, I need you inside me. Now.”
“Look who’s giving commands.”
Lying face down on the desk, she turned around, round ass in the air, thick legs spread, and used her hands to spread her juicy pink pussy wide open for me.
The offer was so inviting, I wondered how I still found the strength to hesitate.
“Come on, baby.” She moaned. “Please,please, fuck me.”
Ah, fuck.
