Page 37 of Sexting the Bratva Beast
Her orgasm explodes almost immediately. Her body folds. Her legs barely hold her up, but I don’t stop sucking and pumping my fingers inside her until she cries out my name.
“Andrej!”
I stand up, move Cartier back against the shower wall, and slide my cock inside her. “You’re dripping for me, baby.” I crush her lips with mine, smothering her gasp as my length fills her up.
Then I wrap her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck and support my weight with my hands against the wall. “Come for me,” I breathe into her mouth.
“Harder, Andrej.”
“Baby, you know how to fucking turn me on.”
“Do I?” she teases.
I grind my shaft deep inside her. “Hard enough for you?”
She slants her eyes, our breaths mingling, the rainfall spilling over our heads. “Harder.”
I let go of the wall and pull her hips down hard onto me to match my thrusts. Cartier arches her spine and tilts her head backwards, exposing her neck to my kisses. I suck on the spot beneath her left ear and fuck her until we both explode.
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CARTIER
The song penetrates my dream,the images that were making me feel warm and fuzzy inside evaporating instantly, lost forever to that invisible hole in which all beautiful dreams end up eventually.
It’s my cell phone.
I reach for the nightstand, cracking open one eye, and allowing my surroundings to battle with the ring tone that isn’t going to stop until I answer the call.
Mika’s name is on the screen.
“Where the hell are you?” she screeches before the phone even reaches my ear. “We have a new resident, and I’m flat out here, Car.”
Shit!
I check the time on the screen.
Double shit!
“I’m on my way.” I swallow, my mouth dry, and my head thumping from last night’s tequila shots. “I’m sorry, Mika. I’ll make it up to you.”
“You owe me, big style. And you’d better have some juicy gossip for me, my girl.”
Mika ends the call with a click.
Andrej’s side of the bed is empty. I didn’t hear him leave. I didn’t even sense the loss of his presence beside me until now, and I wonder how it’s even possible to know someone so intimately, to allow them to claim every part of you, inside and out, and then sleep through them leaving you.
I check my phone: no messages from him either.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed and sit up too quickly, the room spinning before it settles into place.
I don’t know how my phone got on the nightstand. I don’t even know where my clothes are, because the memory of stripping them off in the back of Andrej’s car comes flooding back filling me with heat.
Standing, my legs feel shaky, and my clit is sore and swollen.
But I would do it all over again in a heartbeat.
In fact, I’m already panicking at the thought of never seeing Andrej again. Sure, it’s irrational. How many times did he tell me that I’m his? But he has entered my life like a destructive whirlwind, and nothing will ever be the same again.
