Page 136 of Shattered Cradle (Makarova Bratva Duet)

We’re quiet for a moment after I say that. Just breathing in sync as the car thrums all around us like white noise.

“It’s funny,” Aleks says eventually. He puts his finger under my chin and tilts up so I can’t avoid his eyes. “When I imagine the baby, I see a girl.”

“Hilarious,” I scoff. “I’m sure that would be your worst nightmare.”

“No,” he says solemnly—so solemnly I almost believe him. “Nothing of the sort.”

“Why not?”

He smiles. “Because in my mind’s eye, she looks like you.”

Leaning in to kiss him then is an instinct. I don’t have time to be scared or nervous. My lips come down over his and I’m consumed by the feeling of me against him.

His hand snakes around my neck, pulling me closer. He wants this, too. It’s obvious—in the heat of his fingertips, the strain in each breath.

Maybe that’s why I find the confidence to hike up my dress and straddle him.

He holds me close, his hands exploring my body so softly that I’m not even aware of him unzipping me. At least, not until my bodice comes loose and my breasts spill free.

Aleks growls deep in his throat and pushes me back against the limousine’s broad seat. He works the dress down over my hips, and I watch him, mesmerized by the way his muscles ripple even through the fabric of his shirt.

Then he pulls his own pants down, his cock springing free.

I lick my lips at the sight of him. I can’t help it. I’ve never been one of those girls who’s enjoyed giving head. For me, it was a necessary part of foreplay. One that I could never usually avoid.

But for the first time in my life, I actually want to do it. More than want—I need to.

I either have to taste him or die.

So before he can settle down over me, I sit up and grab his dick. Aleks slides up and over me, resting his knees on the seat on either side of me.

I stroke him a few times with both hands. He groans impatiently. When I finally bend down to drag my tongue over his tip, he shudders. That tiny motion makes me feel so powerful.

I lap up and down him from base to head and head to base. He’s so thick that it takes me a long couple minutes to graze over all of his cock.

Then, when I’m done exploring, I slip the head of him into my mouth. I mean to go slow, but I can’t restrain myself. I suck him deep into my throat almost instantly.

He splutters and growls again as I choke on his length. There’s something about having his cock down my throat. It’s not demeaning, not at all. It feels more liberating than anything else.

Power. Him giving it to me. Me taking it. I’m not sure which part is most intoxicating.

He curls his fingers in my hair, guiding me along his length as I pick up speed. I can feel that he’s holding back his orgasm. Part of me wants to push him over the edge with just my mouth.

But I want him inside me first. My pussy is aching, my body desperate to be filled.

I give him one last suck, pushing him down my throat as far as he can go. Then, with a mournful sigh, I let him fall from my lips.

Aleks is breathing hard. He pulls me back gently by my hair and tilts my face up to his.

“Fuck,kiska,” he growls. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

His eyes are wild with lust and desire.

And it’s all for me.

I tremble with anticipation as he slides down my body and rips off my panties in one swift tug.

When he pushes my legs apart, he snarls wordlessly. His exhale chills the wetness between my legs, but then the warm friction of Aleks’s tongue smooths over my clit.

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