Page 175 of Bratva Jewels Box Set

Right, well, I can’t deny what the woman wants as my hands reach out and pull up her t-shirt. Seconds later it’s on the floor with mine. She’s wearing a white satin bra that cups her breasts beautifully. Leaning forward, I kiss the center of her chest and then shake my head between each breast, motorboating her. This has her cracking up with laughter, and I hope it will ease any residual stress she might have about us taking this further.

“Not going to need this,” I tell her as my hand unhooks her bra and throws it over my shoulder. “I love your fucking tits, Wildcat,” I mumble as my mouth finds one of the stiff peaks and sucks it into my mouth while my hand gropes the other, my fingers twisting the other nipple which has her squirming in her seat. I’ll never get sick of touching her tits.

“I need you inside me, please, Max.”

If the woman wants my dick, then I should give it to her. Reaching into my pocket, I thank fuck I brought my wallet, and with one hand I pull it out and feel around for the foil square. Grabbing what I need, I throw my wallet on the ground.

Grace’s hands are on my waist, pushing down my sweatpants and underwear. My dick springs free and bounces between us. She reaches out and runs her little hands over my thick dick.

“So soft yet so hard,” she murmurs as her hands start to slide over my length.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip as the feeling has my legs turning to Jell-O. “I never want you to stop touching my dick. Do you hear me? It’s yours. All fucking yours, Wildcat.”

“Mine,” she hums as she jerks me off.

I don’t want her to stop because it feels so good, but I also want to be inside her. “Babe, you want me to come all over your stomach or inside your pussy?”

Grace stills and her tongue licks her lips as she contemplates my question.

“Fuck it, later tonight I’ll be coming all over these fucking tits, but right now I need to be inside of you. Is that okay?”

Grace nods and I quickly sheath myself. Seconds later the tip of my dick is slid between her folds and getting wet.

“Take me, Wildcat, and slide me all the way inside of you. I want to watch the way your mouth falls open as my cock fills you.”

Grace reaches down between us, takes my dick, and slowly glides me inside her. My thickness pushes past her folds stretching that pussy snuggly around me. Tiny gasps and moans fall from her mouth as inch by inch I fill her sweet pussy with me.

“Such a good girl. You can take more. I know you can.”

Grace shimmies into a better position, and I slide easily all the way in, both of us hissing at the connection. My hands move to her hips as I try and steady myself, her tight pussy is choking my dick, and I don’t want to embarrass myself with being a two-pump chump, but when her pussy is this fine how can my dick last when he feels like he’s fucking home.

“I’m going to have to move, Grace,” I warn her as I slide myself all the way out, her wetness coating the latex before I slide myself all the way in again. “Watch me, Grace, watch how perfectly we fit together. Your pussy was made for me. Look at her cream all over my cock. She is a hungry little bitch, watch her suck me into her darkness. Tightening around me, suffocating me with her walls. Such a good girl, isn’t she taking my fat cock like she does.”

Grace mumbles a moan as her teeth are embedded firmly in her bottom lip as her eyes are wide with greed as she watches me pump in and out of her.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Grace,” I tell her as my thrusts quicken. Her greedy fucking pussy is devouring me with each hard thrust into her. My fingers tighten around her hips as I continue to fuck her.

“Harder, Max.” She moans, throwing her head back as she arches her hips which lets me sink even deeper inside her. A slew of Russian curses fall from my lips as my balls tighten and my dick starts to throb. There’s a tingle sliding up my spine as I continue to fuck her. Those perfect tits bounce in time with me as I fuck her in my secret place, my favorite place, my safe zone. I’ve never fucked a woman down here before, no one has ever gotten this close to me. They were always a means to an end, one night, no questions, no names, nothing. I’m a professional at becoming a ghost which serves me well in business and pleasure. But with Grace Clark, I’m an open book. I no longer want to hide. I want her to know all my secrets and I hers.

“That’s it harder, Max, harder. I’m so close,” she screams as I give her what she wants. And then like an explosion we both go off together, her pussy squeezing my dick as my balls retract and I explode inside her. White hot heat sears up my spine before the world turns black and my legs shake after the intense orgasm. “Fuck, that was amazing. Can we do that again?” Grace giggles looking like a goddess before me. Her cheeks flushed, her blonde hair spilling down around her shoulders like an angel, those green eyes burning with heat as she licks her lips greedily wanting more.

“What my woman wants, my woman gets,” I tell her, leaning forward and kissing the ever-loving shit out of her.

“Your woman, huh?”

“Don’t pull no feminist crap on me while my dick is still inside you, Wildcat. You’re mine. That’s the end of the discussion.”

“Do I have a say in the matter?”

“The way your pussy greedily sucked my dick down and the screams and moans it pulled from your lips is all I need to know,” I tell her, giving her a wink.

“Who knew an assassin could have such a dirty mouth.”

“Sweetheart, it’s about to get a whole lot dirtier now it knows you’re his.”

Grace smiles widely. “Fine, I’m yours. That better mean you’re mine. I don’t share well with others. Ask my sisters, they know I don’t share at all.”

Reaching out, I wrap my hand around Grace’s throat, giving it a little squeeze. “When I say you’re mine, that also means I’m yours. I will not share you, Grace. I don’t play well with others.”