Page 74 of Sexting the Bratva Beast
“You haven’t answered my question.” I wriggle against him, and his erection nudges my spine, begging me to turn around and give him a blowjob.
I almost succumb too.
Me and my traitorous body.
“I’ve told you all I know.” His hands slip underneath my sweater and find my nipples. “So ready for me, baby.” His voice is husky.
“I missed you in bed.” It’s the truth. There’s no point even trying to deny it.
I extricate myself from his arms, turn around, and kneel between his legs, arching my spine, and dragging my pussy over his erection. His pupils darken as he grabs my hips to hold me in place.
“I could fuck you right here.”
“What’s stopping you?”
I lick his face, dragging my tongue slowly across his stubble, along his jawline, and stopping at his ear. Because, by this point, my pussy is in control, and I’m not arguing with her.
“I thought you were angry with me.”
“I was.” I go back to his mouth and part his lips with my tongue. “I am.”
“If this is you being angry, I must find more ways to annoy you.” He sucks the end of my tongue, dragging it into his mouth, and my pussy throbs with want.
I pull away and press a warning finger to his lips.
Then, pulling the blanket over my head like a tent, I shuffle backward along the cushions until my face is directly above his groin. I unzip his cargo pants and free his cock. It’s the only part of him that’s warm, and I grip the base, licking him like a popsicle, lapping the head with the flat of my tongue, and sucking up the pre-cum oozing from the slit.
“Warmer?” I ask.
“You have no fucking idea.” His voice is muffled through the blanket.
I think I do, but I don’t say it out loud. Because my nausea is forgotten now that Andrej is here. It’s as if my body reacted to his absence during the night with aches and pains that have magically vanished with our bodies pressed together underneath the blanket.
And I wasn’t the only one who was affected. Andrej is no longer shivering. He is totally relaxed, shifting his hips and freeing his balls from his boxers, trapping me between his legs.
I open my mouth wide and take his head, massaging his shaft with my hand.
“Deeper, baby. You can take more than that.”
Fighting the gag reflex, I kneel closer so that his cock slides down the back of my throat as I lower my mouth onto him.
“Deeper.” His hands find my nipples, pinching and squeezing and eliciting a soft moan from me when they sting.
Tears trickle from the corners of my eyes, but I don’t stop.
Andrej sits forward and slides one hand inside my sweatpants, his fingers slipping inside me and opening me up.
“You’re fucking dripping. Did you keep yourself wet for me?”
I can’t answer. He doesn’t want an answer.
He pumps my sex with his hand, his movements growing faster as I suck harder.
“You’re gonna make me come, baby.” His voice is ragged. Then, “Not like this.”
He pulls out of my mouth, and in one swift movement, he’s off the sofa and kneeling behind me. My sweatpants are around my knees, my naked pussy exposed to the warmth of the flames hissing in the fireplace, and his cock is deep inside me.
Andrej leans over me and twists my face around so that our lips meet. With his other hand, he works my slick onto my clit, grinding his shaft around my sex.
