Page 63 of Sexting the Bratva Beast
I smile. “I’ve no idea what the emerald weighs, but I knew that it would suit you. It picks out the green in your eyes.” I move closer.
“I could never wear it though.”
“Why not?” Closer still.
I can feel her breath on my face. Pick out the amber spears in her eyes. Watch her pupils dilating as she peers back at me, her breathing growing shallow.
“It belongs to your family, Andrej.”
I brush her collarbone with my fingertips beneath the neckline, and she instinctively tilts her head backwards.
My lips find hers of their own accord.
My fingers snake underneath her sweater, leaving icy trails across her warm flesh as they find her nipples. “They’re hard,” I murmur against her lips.
“It’s cold down here,” she whispers.
“Is that the only reason?” I tweak her right nipple, my cock throbbing inside my pants.
“I’m wearing your family jewels. It’s a huge responsibility.”
I rub my nose against hers and slip my free hand inside her sweatpants, finding the mound of her pussy. “You’re not wearing any underwear. Is that for me?”
“I was in a rush.”
My fingers slide between her legs, slipping through her slick and circling her clit. “You’re fucking dripping, baby, and I know that has nothing to do with the emeralds around your neck.”
“You’re sure about that?” Her voice is teasing.
My finger slides inside her, and she reflexively spreads her legs. “Fucking positive. You want me, Cartier. Tell me you want me to fuck you right here while you’re wearing the family emeralds.”
She gasps and leans on me as I hit the spot inside her. “I… I can’t do that.”
“Tell me!” I thumb her clit and smile when she starts panting.
“No, Andrej…”
I insert another finger, pumping her inside, my palm grazing her clit until she clings to my arms for support. “Tell me or I’ll stop.”
“I want you to fuck me right here.” She swallows hard.
“While you’re wearing the family jewels,” I prompt, fingering her harder.
“While I’m wearing the family jewels.” It’s barely audible above my fingers sliding in and out of her sex.
“Good girl. Time for your reward.”
I slide her sweatpants down over her hips, ease her back onto the table, toss them aside, and hook her feet over my shoulders.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Cartier.” Spreading her legs wide, I find the spot again with my fingers, sucking on her clit, her juices trickling between her ass cheeks. “I’ve never seen you so wet.”
“It’s the emeralds,” she gasps.
“It’s a done deal then.” I peer at her with my face buried between her legs. “They belong to you. Come all over my face, baby.”
I slide my fingers out, grip her thighs so that she can’t move, and focus all my attention on her throbbing clit. Licking, sucking, lapping her up until her legs are trembling uncontrollably.
“Tell me what you want.”
