Page 35 of Kidnapped Prisoner By the Bratva
His lips grazed mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity sprint through my body. Seconds later, he claimed my lips, sealing them with a kiss so hot and fervent it left us both breathless. His tongue invaded my mouth, his hand gripping the back of my neck. I could taste the coffee on his succulent lips, and while our tongues twirled in sync, my back arched into him, desperate for more.
He squeezed my breasts over the fabric of my nightgown, his body scorching against mine. Everything happened so fast, rough, frantic, and urgent. I’d never felt so horny in my whole life, and his palms on my breasts only unraveled me the more.
Breathless, I surrendered to his kiss, and when he slapped my ass, I moaned in his mouth. He yanked me up in the air like I weighed nothing and set me on the countertop. The cool island surface bit into my skin as the hem of my dress rode up, revealing my thighs.
My hand dared slide down his groin, reaching for the print of his cock while the other roamed his broad torso. I spread out my legs and stood between them, kissing me like his life depended on it. Val was such a great kisser, and his fresh breath fanned my desire. His hands caressed my thighs as I leaned into him, my chest against his.
I dipped my hand underneath his joggers, feeling the length of his cock. Fuck. He was already so hard and veiny, andI couldn’t wait to have him deep inside me. My fingers deftly tugged down to his waistband, and his cock leaped out into the open.
Lightning flashed outside amidst the heavy downpour.
He pulled me closer, hands on my lower back as his hot kiss swallowed the breath right out of me. We were both starving, and neither of us was holding back on our emotions. His possessive hands were all over me, claiming every curve of my body.
The moment he broke our kiss, I dipped my head backward, moaning out into the air. He slid the straps of my gown off my shoulders to reveal my breasts. And while he kissed the nape of my neck, his hands fondled my gentle swells.
A desperate moan tore from my lips.
His cock was heavy in my hand, weighing more than I had thought. Fantastic. I stroked his length, my thumb smearing his precum over his cap. A slight groan escaped him as he kissed my bare chest before taking one breast in his mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” I murmured, leaning into him.
I threw my head toward the ceiling, basking in the icy mint of his tongue on my nipple. As he sucked on one breast, he squeezed the other.
Val straightened for a moment and reclaimed my lips while his hands slid up my tunnel. Fingers grasped the waistband of my underpants, and he yanked them off with expert precision. He lifted the red panties to his face and inhaled the scent of my arousal before letting them fall to the floor.
My gaze locked with his in a split second, my heart hammering in my chest as I anticipated his next move. The fire in his eyes fanned the flame burning within me, leaving me wanting more of him. He slid my legs apart, lifted my chin, and stared deeply into my eyes.
His hands caressed my thighs, each stroke making me shake like a leaf. Val lowered himself between my legs, his hand gripping my thighs as he descended on me.
“Ohhhh—oh, God, yes,” I whimpered the moment his tongue landed on my cunt.
I gripped the edge of my counter, my chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. My face was contorted in pleasure, my nipples hard as a rock. He ate me up real good, his saliva mixing with my juice as his head moved between my legs like a pro.
My toes curled in ecstasy, and I bit my lower lip in an attempt to suppress my moans.
His tongue was working magic down my tunnel, and when he dipped his finger too, I lost my fuckin’ mind. My hand darted into my hair while the other gripped the edge of the counter, anchoring me to reality.
“Holy fuck….” My voice shook, cracked under the pleasure coursing through my blood.
He didn’t stop. He continued eating, licking my plate like a hungry beast.
I reached down and with my fingers in his hair, I pressed his head down, unable to get enough of him. “Yes, eat me…just like that,” I murmured, my moans drowned by the pouring rain outside.
His tongue parted my folds, licked my nectar, and left me craving more and more. My legs were trembling in the air while he ate. One careless swing, and I accidentally knocked down my cup of coffee. It crashed to the floor with a sickeningcrackand shattered into pieces. But neither of us gave a damn. All we cared about was enjoying the moment like it was our last.
Lost in a sea of passion, I let out a helpless cry, my eyes rolling backward in response to his touch. I bucked my hips,grinding over his mouth as he ate. He was so good at eating me clean that I almost said his name out loud.
Oh, Val…I whispered in my head.
With practiced ease, he licked my pussy like he owned it, and with each flick of his tongue, I drew closer to the edge of madness.
“God, that feels so good,” I whispered to myself, fisting his hair.
It was almost like he’d trained his tongue for pleasure, and boy was he great at it! He ate me like a man who understood the anatomy of a woman’s body—a man who knew his way around a pussy. He knew where to lick, where to suck, where to kiss, and where to graze deliciously with his teeth.
His timing was on point, as was his rhythm—not too slow, not too fast either. Just somewhere in between. He was so good at this that if he continued with this pace, I just might come; I’d never come from oral sex before. But with every flick of that magical tongue, I drew closer.
I was losing my goddamn mind.
