Page 25 of Stalked & Bred by the BRATVA
I nod, because I was never anything else.
Mikhail
I should feel satisfied. I should feel sated. I came so hard I saw stars. Felt her clamp around me, heard her scream my name like a confession.
And yet—
I want more.
She’s beneath me, gasping, sweat-damp and limp, her skin flushed from her orgasm, her lips parted like she’s still trying to catch up to what just happened.
But it’s not enough.
Not yet.
I pull out of her slowly, watching her shudder as my cock slides free. She winces, over-sensitive, her inner thighs slick with everything we’ve made together.
Beautiful.
Destroyed.
Still notruined enough.
She blinks up at me, dazed. “I… I can’t feel my legs.”
I grin. “You will.”
Then I slide down the bed.
Her eyes widen as I push her thighs apart again, spreading her open with both hands. She tries to move, to protest, but she’s weak and too soft now to stop me.
“Mikhail—”
“I’m not done.”
I dive in.
Her taste is stronger now, muskier, the salt of sweat and sex clinging to her folds. I groan as I drag my tongue through her slit, lapping up everything I left behind.
She cries out, her back arching violently.
“Oh God—wait—I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.”
She tries to close her legs. I press them wider.
“Keep them open,” I growl against her pussy. “Let me finish what I started.”
She moans, loud and helpless, her hands clawing at the sheets as I suck her clit into my mouth. She’s trembling already, still raw from the first orgasm. Her whole body is twitching, spasming, overwhelmed.
But she doesn’t tell me to stop.
Shenevertells me to stop.
She sobs my name and grabs my hair, grinding up against my face like she’s forgotten where she ends and I begin.
Good girl.
