Page 94 of Gilded Cage (Kovalyov Bratva 1)

I want to see her come with my eyes clear—without the distraction of my own imminent orgasm.

I can see little pearls of perspiration start to form on the skin just above her breasts. As I continue to delve into her, I drop my head down and lick the sweat right off.

A startled little moan escapes her lips before she clamps them shut again. Fueled by that sound, my tongue wraps around her plump, pink nipple and I start sucking hard.

And that’s when she starts to truly lose it.

Her mouth falls open once more with a little pop and I feel her fingers entangle in the hair at the back of my head.

But she’s not trying to pull me off her.

On the contrary, she’s trying to hold on for dear life.

Desperate to ride out the storm.

Her breath comes out in gasping bursts and I take advantage of her vulnerability as I slip a third finger inside her. I can feel her tighten around me, as her juices start slipping down my fingers onto my hand.

“Oh… oh, God… fuck…”

I release her nipple and look at her face. It’s flushed, uninhibited. She looks dazed, disoriented.

Utterly at my mercy.

“Yeah, you like that,kiska?” I rasp, looking her right in the eye.

I’m sweating through my shirt now. I wish I was as naked as she is, but I can’t bear to withdraw my hand right now, not even for a fraction of a second.

Not before she comes.

“You’re my slutty little fuck doll, aren’t you?” I continue.

Her gaze burns into me. She’s unable to stop me, and I know she doesn’t really want to, but she’s not going to give me what I want, either.

At least, not willingly.

“Fuck. You,” she breathes.

I grind my fingers deep inside her while my thumb lands on her clit. I circle fast, teasing her until she’s shuddering against me, her breasts sweaty and heaving, one leg raised high so that I can reach her better.

She’s laid open for me, but I can feel her still holding something back. One last shred of resistance.

“Come on, Esme,” I growl in her ear. “Come on my hand. Come on my hand like the fuck doll I know you want to be.”

Then I bore down on her clit and she screams, her back arching as she explodes over my hand.

And it’s beautiful.

Absolutely fucking beautiful.

I pull my hand out of her and wipe it against my pants before I reach to start unzipping myself.

The time for games is over. I need to be inside her now.

I’ve suppressed the urge to burst for too fucking long.

But then I look up and catch her expression. Her cheeks are rosy, her lips slightly parted, her hair a wild sweaty mess that’s pasted against her shoulders.

She looks so fucking satisfied.

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