Page 87 of Bratva Bride

He laid open-mouthed kisses all over my pussy, his tongue gliding through my slick folds until he reached my entrance, and then he speared his tongue inside me.

“Oh my god!” I squealed.

“Mmmm, you’re so tight.”

My hands gripped his head tightly, holding him against my pussy. I couldn’t help it. The combination of his tongue and that deep gravelly voice made it impossible for me to keep my hands off him.

He moved so quickly that I barely registered it. He pinned my wrists above my head, eyes blazing with fire and lips glistening wet. “I told you not to move.”

“I can’t help it,” I whined, aching for him. “I want to touch you.”

“You’ll get your turn. Right now, it’s my turn.” He ran his tongue up the side of my neck and sucked my earlobe into his mouth. “Now, do you want to come?”

“Mmhmm.”

He slapped my ass. “Words, Illayana. I want the words.”

“Yes, I want to fucking come!”

He bit into my shoulder and I yelped in surprise. “Watch that attitude or you won’t get to come at all.”

That motherfuck-“You wouldn’t.”

He leaned back and smirked down at me. “Wanna risk it?”

No, I fucking didn’t.

I shook my head.

“Didn’t think so.” He traced my lips with his tongue and then moved lower, trailing kisses down my neck and over my chest. He latched onto my nipple and sucked hard.

“Oh fuck!” I arched into his mouth, desperate to touch him but I knew if I moved my hands again, he’d stop.

Releasing my nipple with a wetplop, he moved onto the other one. “Such perfect, gorgeous tits.” He swirled his tongue around the taut bud before lightly biting down. “I want to come all over them.”

“Mmm, you should.”

“Next time,” he whispered, nipping the underside of my breast.

He wedged himself between my legs, placing them on his shoulders as he spread my folds with his thumbs. The flat of his tongue travelled from my opening of my clit in one long, giant lick, and he groaned, his eyes rolling back. “So fucking good. I could lick you all day.”

His glorious tongue swirled over my clit, achingly slow, and it only increased the pleasure shooting through my body. He moved his mouth like he was kissing me, his lips and tongue touching me everywhere, roving over every inch of my pussy.

White, hot pleasure shot through me, that blessed tongue driving me higher and higher as he flicked, lapped and thrust inside me.

I moaned, my fists clenched so hard, my nails dug into my palms and my legs shaking so badly he had to hold me down.

“Arturoooo,” I groaned, bucking into his mouth. “I’m gonna come.”

“Fucking come for me thenkotenok, give it to me.”

He speared two fingers inside me and my pussy clamped down, a blazing hot orgasm rippling through me. My back bowed, a choked cry falling from my lips as the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt tore through my body, lighting up every nerve.

“Mmmm.” Arturo lapped at my pussy, licking up all my juices at a slow, leisurely pace. He curled his fingers and gave one more quick pump before pulling them out, the digits glistening wet. He sucked them into his mouth and closed his eyes. “Best thing I’ve ever tasted. I just want to feast on you all over again.”

Even though I just came, my body started to wind up all over again, that look of pure male satisfaction making my arousal skyrocket.

He got to his feet, the bulge in his pants snagging my attention straight away. He stared down at me. “Up,” he barked, breathing hard. “On your knees.”

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