Page 43 of Cruel Bratva King

“Suck it.”

I obeyed, knelt, and took his dick in my mouth like a blow pop. The taste of his precum settled on my tongue, and I licked it off.Salty.

He made a guttural sound as he tucked a lock of hair from my face and fisted it. “Yeah.” His moans made me even wetter. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his hardness before taking it whole in my mouth.

My jaw ached as my mouth struggled to contain him. Shit, it had to be illegal for anyone to be this big. I took him in slowly until he was bumping the back of my throat. Sucking him, I started to stroke his shaft, kissing the tip and massaging him with my tongue.

I was pulsating between my legs. My clitoris was hungry and needy, and Sergey must have sensed it because he gave another command. “Touch yourself.”

With pleasure.

I slid my hand up to my clitoris and started to soothe the ache. There was a pool of wetness there, needing to be dried off with the thrusting of his cock. But I had to be patient to get his reward.

Between having Sergey in my mouth and fingering myself to his moans, mind-blowing pleasure poured down my body. The feeling was out of this world.

Growing impatient, Sergey ripped himself from my mouth and turned us over. I was lying with my back to the floor now, and Sergey was towering above me on all fours. From this angle, he looked like a predator, ready to shred his prey to atomic pieces of intense pleasure.

His hand moved up my thigh, parting my legs. He crawled up me and surged into me with the force of a tornado. I arched myself up and wrapped my arms around him. We were both one now, bounded with a force greater than love itself as he drove in and out from me.

His hands took their rightful place around my waist, pressing me against his body as he fucked me. His thrusts were unforgiving and deep. I wrapped my feet around him, my nails digging into the solid flesh on his back.

I was completely engulfed in the flames of how good he fucked me. “Fuck me harder, Sergey. Har—” My stomach tightened, and I exploded as my orgasm surged. Sergey slammed his lips on mine, kissing me hard.

His strokes were relentless, his hips moving at an incredible pace to soothe the throbbing between my legs. He was so fucking deep I could feel him all the way to my womb. I was panting, breathless, with my legs trembling from the aftermath of my climax.

In a heartbeat, Sergey’s groan soaked in the night. He jerked, emptying himself inside me before lowering his neck to my head. “Fuck,” he grunted. “You’re so sweet,moy tsvetok.So fucking sweet.”

We were both breathless, greedily gulping in delicious air. I could only think of one thing as I stared up at the dazzling stars. I didn’t hate Sergey as much as I thought I did.

What I feel for him is far from hate.

Chapter 19 - Sergey

With a grunt and my eyes still shut, I rolled over to the side, grabbing a fistful of the blanket with me.

I flinched when my arm contacted something smooth yet solid, and I opened my eyes, groggily at first. The minute the blurred image of the woman lying beside me got clearer, weariness fled, and a sudden burst of energy took over.

I stretched my legs out and sucked in a deep breath as I propped up an elbow on the bed to support my chin, then gently swiped a finger over her forehead to tuck a stray strand of her soft brown hair behind her ear.

Watching her in such a vulnerable state as she slept left me with overwhelming satisfaction and sparked a sudden need to protect her. She groaned lightly, and her eyelids fluttered, but she lay still and didn’t wake up. Her intake of breath was gentle but sharp, like her tongue when she sought to cut deep with her words.

It was amusing and caused a small smile to play on my lips. I exhaled and leaned forward to place a feather-light kiss on her forehead; I couldn’t resist the urge.

Lilianna Anderson was fucking beautiful. Everything about her screamed perfection.

Before now, I never knew a woman could be as beautiful as the one that lay beside me. I had heard stories of people who experienced the butterfly effect after meeting someone awe-inspiring oroh! Just so amazing, but I never had such an experience—and didn’t bother to have one either—until Lilianna.

As I watched her mumble some incoherent mumbo-jumbo nonsense in her sleep, I could swear I felt butterfly wings flap somewhere in my chest. She lay on her side, and her hand was crossed over her chest, covering her breast but leaving the smooth bulge of her stomach on display.

I stared at her lips and mildly brushed my thumb over them. Memories of how roughly and gently I kissed them the previous night re-emerged. Heat crept up my neck, and blood rushed through my veins.

Strawberry cupcakes.

I was not sure why I suddenly thought of them, but they were closely related to the way Lilianna’s lips tasted. I felt my cock twitch but immediately shut down the titillating images.

I clenched my jaw, traced the outline of her curves with my finger, and let my hand rest on her smooth stomach. The tiny human inside must have felt my presence as my large palms rubbed her stomach because I suddenly felt a strange warmth all over.

My brows creased as I focused intently on Lilianna’s stomach, and her legs moved before I heard her silvery voice. I raised my head and met the kind gaze of her hazel eyes.

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