Page 32 of Bratva's Vow
“I already showered.”
“Who said anything about a shower?”
His gaze dropped to where I was stroking my semihard cock. His eyes widened, and his mouth fell slightly open. “If you answer my last question, then sure.”
“Shoot.” I winced. Bad choice of words.
“Is there any family you would like to invite?”
I sucked in a deep breath. Definitely not a topic I wanted to follow up on. My living family members were not people he wanted to meet. I’d cut them out of my life for a reason.
“Sure, my cousin you met at the salon.”
“Oh yes, of course! I have to invite Vova.”
“Wren.”
“Hmm?”
“I need you.”
He chewed on his bottom lip a little, then jumped to his feet, tossing the tablet onto the bathroom mat. His shirt went over his head, and his shorts and panties dropped to the floor. I loved that he wore them all the time now.
He kicked them away, and I held the door open for him. He dove in. I snapped it shut and pounced on him, lips locked, hoisting him up in my arms, his legs wrapped around my waist.
“Can I be honest?” he said against my lips.
“Of course.”
“I was hoping for this when I came in. I knew quite well you could see my nipples through that top.”
“No wonder your boss is smitten with you,” I teased. “Such a horny little slut, you are.”
“Only for you.”
I groaned. “I fucking love how you’re always ready to be fucked.”
“Can’t help it. My boyfriend’s really hot. Now, please put your dick inside me, Mr. Morozov.”
“Such a filthy mouth.” I trailed kisses down his jawline to the hollow of his throat. His fingers twisted in my wet hair, pulling me closer. He squirmed against me, damp skin sliding with a delightful friction. I hoisted him higher, grabbing his ass with one hand while with the other grabbing the silicone-based lube, which was always kept in the shower niche. I devoured his mouth all while uncapping the bottle and lubing my dick.
“Hang on tight.” I bit his bottom lip. “This is going to be hard and fast, but you can handle it, can’t you, kroshka?”
“Yes!” he hissed. “I can take everything you give me.”
I guided him onto the tip of my cock, then shouldered his legs to give myself more purchase. “You’re my good boy. Always so ready for me.”
Then I punched up, driving into him in one swift, brutal motion, my body slamming against his into the wall. He cried out—loud, raw, beautiful—digging his fingers into my shoulders, head thrown back in a scream.
“Fuck, you’re still so tight around my cock,” I gritted out, breath stolen. “Squeezing me with that good pussy like you never want me to leave.”
His body fluttered around me, and it nearly sent me over the edge.
“Maxiiim,” he moaned, hanging on to my neck as I easily swung his ass up and down my dick while punching up. “Please tell me you love this as much as I do. Do you love fucking me?”
“Fuck, yes.” I braced one arm on the wall behind him, holding him up with the other as I ground into him. “Love the way you always take me into your body so well, kroshka. So fucking deep and you love every second of it. Don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, I do. Love the way you fuck my hole, Maxim. Love the way you make it yours.”
