Page 37 of Brooklyn Bratva

When he went down on me again, it was without the barrier of the cotton and I cried out as the tip of his tongue traced over me, firm and purposeful. Everything was so much more intense and he was insistent, his hard, dexterous tongue tip flickering over me without mercy, thoroughly abusing the engorged bud of my clit until I was a writhing, delirious mess.

The sounds that came out of my mouth were pure gibberish and my fingers buried themselves in his hair, desperately trying to cling on, because this was a rollercoaster I had no idea how to ride.

If he hadn’t forced me down onto the mattress with his hands on my hips, I’d have squirmed away. His mouth on me was the most intense thing I’d ever felt in my life and the survivalist in me knew I couldn’t take much more before I came apart entirely.

Ivan was unrelenting, pulling me down by the ankle when I tried to curl up to shield myself from him. There was no arguing with the solid grip he had, pushing my knees apart and keeping me at his mercy. I didn’t struggle long. I didn’t want to.

His mouth moved down, tongue sliding between my folds and plunging into me, making me gasp at the unfamiliar intrusion. I let out a shivering whimper as his free hand twisted around, thumb rubbing over the hood of my clit as he sucked and nibbled at my sex, between plunges of his tongue.

He clamped his mouth down over me, and his tongue did something magical that made me think he had to be part lizard, until I was shuddering hard against him. The strength of my orgasm took me by surprise and it was his name on my lips that I was groaning, over and over again.

Nothing I’d ever experienced came close to what he’d done to me, and I couldn’t wait for more.

Letting me up, he barely gave me a moment’s pause before he was kissing me again. I could taste myself on him, and the thrill of that was one I wasn’t expecting.

Ivan

Becca arched her back under me like she was trying to throw sparks. The pair of us were molten hot, and I could believe it. She made me feel like some kind of god, and I wanted to make her feel like my goddess in return.

The way she struggled to give in to herself, it was obvious she’d never had a man go down on her properly. The selfishness of her previous partners enraged me. But that quickly faded once I had her mewling under me. I knew how to make her body come alive and she’d remember me forever.

I’d make sure she never thought of another man again.

Her orgasm wracking through her had my cock throbbing angrily, desperate for some satisfaction of its own.

I almost winced when Becca reached down and closed her fist around me, stroking her plam along my length with not nearly enough pressure, despite how hair-trigger I was.

“Christ Becca, I’m not going to break.”

Her eyes flashed to mine, and she dragged her teeth over her bottom lip, eyes still hazy from her orgasm.

“Sorry – I haven’t. I mean, I-”

Suddenly it all made sense. I ducked down to kiss her, groaning my appreciation against her lips. I threaded my hand over hers, and her grip tightened as I rutted against her soft belly and the warmth of her splayed thighs.

“You’re a virgin,” I clarified, my smile growing along with my cock even before she confirmed it. Just the thought that I was the only one to touch her made the animal side in me flare to life. There were no other man who’d left her wanting. I was the only one who was ever going to claim her.

But Becca looked embarrassed. Her eyes hooded like she didn’t want to look at me and her head bobbed in the smallest of nods.

My free hand cupped her jaw. “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Her nose scrunched up and she squinted up at me. “Really?”

I nodded. “No one’s ever touched you the way I get to touch you. I get to make you mine. Completely, totally, and I’m never going to let you go.”

Becca’s breath hitched and I knew I’d said the right thing. She wanted that too. “Yes. Take me. I’ve never wanted anyone apart from you.”

“And now you get to have me.”

She wiggled out of panties and I shook off my pants and underwear, and pulled her legs wide. I let my cock drag against her, over the hot, sticky mound of her sex until her lips guided me to the right place. No one had ever touched her like this, and no one else was ever going to. The thought of that was almost enough to tip me over the edge all on its own.

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