Page 215 of Gilded Cage (Kovalyov Bratva 1)

Something more. Something deeper. Something more solid and real.

Her hands reach up to hold my neck. I grab her around the waist and pull her onto my lap so that she’s straddling me.

The moment she’s on me, my cock turns rocks hard and she grinds on it softly while my fingers twist into her hair.

I part her lips with my tongue and push inside of her, desperate for her sweetness, desperate to lose myself in her body. She whimpers and writhes against me.

I pull off her shirt and throw it to the side of the car, before I spread her out against the air mattress.

Her fingers rake over my shirt, pushing it off me. Then I pull of my pants and boxers and settle over her, my fingers twisting into the waistband of her panties. She raises her hips for me and I pull them off her slowly, my eyes lingering on her pussy.

Once she’s as naked as I am, I settle over her again.

Our bodies fuse together.

Her skin feels like silk. I bend my head down to her breasts and kiss them gently while her hands trace patterns on my back.

She parts her legs for me and I can feel my cock press against her slit. She’s slick with want already and I fucking love that I can do that to her. That she can do that for me.

She raises her hips just a little, but I don’t enter her yet. I cup her breasts with one hand and suck the hard nipple that sticks out at me.

I do the same for the other. When both are wet and taut, I pull myself up a little and start kissing her deeply. My hand snakes down between her thighs and I push two fingers inside her, exploring her depths and priming her for my cock.

Esme shudders against my fingers. Her nails dig into my back. They urge me deeper.

“Artem,” she gasps, as my fingers rub her clit and massage it slowly. “Artem, please… I want you inside me.”

No man can resist those fucking words.

I pull my fingers out of her and replace them with my cock. I slide into her smoothly, but she still gasps from the pressure of being joined with me.

She’s so wet that it hastens my own orgasm, but I want to draw this out. I play with her nipples as I lose myself in her moist depths.

When I feel myself on the brink of coming, I pull out and turn her on her side. Then I press my body against her and enter her from behind. Her ass works against my hips, a steady wind that tests my resistance with each stroke.

I reach over her body and start playing with her clit. She arches her head back into my chest. Her soft, downy hair brushes over my skin as she moans to climax.

Seconds later, I feel little bursts and whimpers as she explodes on my cock.

“Come with me,” she groans.

I let myself go at once, releasing my own orgasm seconds after hers.

Breathing gently, she turns back to face me, with a soft expression on her face.

She says nothing. I don’t, either.

It’s not necessary. Our bodies are doing the talking now.

Esme falls asleep with her hand on my chest. For a long time, I just lie there and stare at her.

The chaos of the Bratva seems a far-off problem, one that I’m becoming less and less inclined to care about.

This, right here… this is what matters now.

My fingers trace the swell of her breasts and then the curve of her stomach.

It feels like, if we stay here in the desert, we might have a chance at something. A future. Happiness. Fuck, I don’t know what to call it.

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