Page 34 of Bratva's Vow
I obliged, slowing down and slipping a finger alongside my cock inside his ass. The sexiest purr escaped him. His whimpers were so fucking hot.
“You love that, baby?” I groaned, pushing another finger inside him. “Love the way I fuck you with both my cock and fingers at the same time?”
“Oh god, yes.”
I fucked him without mercy, rough and hard but with a silent plea for him to stay mine, safe and unharmed. He was all I had left, all I would ever need. Without him, nothing made sense anymore.
His body trembled, and his muscles clamped around me as he squeezed.
Fuck.
My nerve endings lit up and spread fire through my groin. I grunted, stiffened. Wren sobbed and bit his fist while I pumped him full of my cum, his beautiful neck exposed from the way I pulled his head back by his hair.
My legs trembled so hard they almost gave out. I grabbed the vanity for support, and with my free hand, I traced the contour of his hip. I kissed his nape, and with a sigh, he leaned back into me.
“I did it.” His grin in the mirror was wide. “I wasn’t sure I would, but I did it. Are you proud of me for not coming?”
“So fucking proud of you.” I gently took his erection in my hand. “Do you want me to make you come now?”
“No. It’ll go down in a bit.”
I rubbed his back. “You ever done that before?”
“No, never.”
“You enjoyed it, even though you didn’t come?”
“Yes, more than I thought I would. I can’t wait for you to use me like that again.”
How fucking lucky was I?
“Have I told you yet today how beautiful you are?” I murmured, then chuckled. “Can’t believe I once tried to convince myself that you weren’t all that pretty.”
“You did?” He was full on pouting.
Turning him around, I tugged on his bottom lip and sucked it between my teeth. “Yeah, but I was also trying to keep my hands to myself.”
Wren smirked. “How’s that working for you?”
“I’d say pretty well. Don’t you think? That’s the second time I’ve come inside you today, isn’t it? I could feel my cum inside your ass when I was fucking you just now. So I have absolutely no complaint.”
Wren wrapped his arms around me and buried his face against my chest. “I’m a slut, aren’t I? Maybe I shouldn’t be so easy. The things you do to me…say to me…I shouldn’t like them as much.”
I slapped his ass, loving the little jiggle, so I did it again, then forced two fingers into his hole. He fucking moaned. “Are you kidding me? It’s a huge turn-on the way you’re into what I am.”
We got back into the shower, lingering far too long, kissing, flirting, and touching until our skin started pruning. Only then did we leave the bathroom.
Wren grabbed his clothes and followed me into the bedroom, towel-drying his hair. “You should let me blow-dry your hair.”
“No time.” I rummaged through my closet, found the outfit I’d already selected, and placed it on the bed. “Because you distracted me in the shower, I’m running late.”
He watched me dress like he always did—stretched out on the bed, naked and unashamed, looking like the kind of sin a man would sell his soul to commit. He rubbed the towel through his curls lazily, legs crossed at the ankles like he didn’t have two loads of cum up his ass. I was pretty sure his ass must be sore.
“You’re really going out to a business dinner and not taking me?” he asked, his voice soft and petulant.
I paused at the mirror, adjusting my collar. “No, solnyshko. I’ll handle this. Just stay home and relax.”
He sat up straighter, blinking like I’d offended him. “You sure? I can be charming at business dinners. I can smile, say thank you, look pretty, flirt, and distract your business partner so you get the best deal possible.”
