Page 86 of Bratva Bride

A confident woman could be just as (if not more) sexy than a drop dead gorgeous woman. And lucky for me, I had a bucketful of confidence.

Arturo’s eyes locked onto my pussy and he licked his lips.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Taste me,” I breathed, anticipation filling my bones.

He arched an eyebrow. “And what makes you think you’re in charge here?”

Slowly, methodically, he started to undress. First kicking off his shoes, then undoing his belt, drawing it free at a leisurely pace, his eyes never leaving mine. The belt clanged loudly when he dropped it to the ground. He reached behind him and fisted his shirt, pulling it over his head and off his body.

My breath hitched. My pulse skyrocketed. He was just…so…fucking…hot! All that muscle, all those tattoos. He was like every woman’s sexual fantasy. Over six-and-a-half feet of pure, masculine strength and energy. And it was all mine.

I went to sit up, to touch him, to run my hands over that immaculate body, but he pushed me back down.

“Did I say you could get up?”

Oh, Lord have mercy.

His voice was deep. Rough. The huskiness of it was making me even hotter. Not to mention the fact that I had a serious weakness for dominant men. Men who weren’t afraid to take control.

Arturo gripped my ankles and yanked me to the end of the bed. “Answer me,” he whispered huskily.

Heat coursed through my veins at his command, my body throbbing with need. “No, you didn’t.”

“That’s right. You’re going to do everything I tell you to do, aren’t you,kotenok?”

“Yes,” I answered instantly, because I seriously fucking was.

I might have had a problem with it if we weren’t in bed, but like I said before...serious weakness for dominant men.

He spread my thighs and stared down at my dripping pussy. My heart nearly stopped at the look in his eyes, the heat blazing down at me.

I squirmed, eager to have his mouth on me. Aching for his touch, his tongue. He pushed my legs back until the heel of my foot touched my ass. “Hands above your head. Interlock your fingers. Don’t move them until I say.”

My body rippled with tingles, desire igniting my soul. God, I was so hyped up I could barely think straight as I did what he said. My chest heaved. My breath quickened.

“You’re shaking,” he rumbled, dropping to his knees.

“I wonder why. I’ve got a sexy as fuck dude in between my legs, staring at my pussy like he’s about to ravish me.”

Arturo smirked. “Oh, I’m definitely going to ravish you. But I’m going to take my time doing it.”

The heat of his lips hit my inner thigh and I gasped. He kissed, nibbled, teased as he travelled up and up, so close to where I wanted him to be and yet so far away that it was killing me.

“Arturo,” I whined, my body trembling.

I felt the wetness of his tongue as he dragged it over my skin and finally clamped his mouth over my clit.

I jolted and moaned as he swirled his tongue over that sensitive bundle of nerves, a wave of pleasure crashing through me. “Oh, sweet baby Jesus.”

I arched into his mouth, my hips gyrating as he amped up the speed and pressure of his tongue. His hands clamped on my waist, holding me still while he licked, sucked and utterly consumed me.

He hummed and the vibrations made me jolt again.

“You taste even better than I thought you would,” he rumbled, nails digging into my skin. “So fucking sweet.”

His tongue was unbearably soft, his movements drawing moan after moan from my lips.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted, writhing against him.

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