Page 18 of Bratva's Secret Girl

Looking away from his cock and up into his face, the intensity of the desire I see there melts me.

I glide my palms softly over his length, over the round ends of the bars and we stare into each other’s eyes. Every part of Maxim is compelling, but the way he looks at me right now, with my hands on his most intimate place, his breath catching every time my fingers snags on a barbell? It’s confirmation of everything that has fizzed between us since we met. All the lingering glances I thought I saw, and the butterflies that took off in my stomach whenever we were together.

My touch is exploratory as I learn him. He likes it most on the head, and over the first two bars.

“You can be rougher than that,” he says with a twist of humour, after a while. “I won’t break easily.”

Oh my god. Break? I snatch my hand away. Is that possible?!

“I’ve never done this before,” I confess in a rush, heat staining my cheeks. “I’m a virgin.”

There must be panic in my expression, because he smiles. “Want me to show you?”

My brain goes static. “How to touch you?”

“Yes.” Then his big hand covers mine and brings it back to his cock. And it’s my turn to groan when my fingers are trapped between his firm, warm palm and his hot, silky smooth, rock-solid erection. He moves so our hands cover the barbells, then squeezes his fist, tightening my fingers on him. “My secret virgin girl, I’ll show you anything you’d like.”

Arousal shudders down my spine as he begins to move.

He’s firm, and his hand totally encompasses mine in a way that makes me feel like his toy as he runs our fingers up and down, mainly at the top, rubbing over the barbells, just the first three inches or so of his length, leaving the rest almost untouched.

“That’s it.” He lets out a low moan and tightens his grip. “Such a good girl.”

I press my thighs together and it’s like sparks from the pressure. My nipples are pebbled, my whole body aching for this man as he uses my hand to pleasure himself. He moves so much faster and harder than I would have dared, especially given his Jacob’s Ladder.

“I’m not going to last,” he mutters, almost to himself. “Not with…” He cups his palm over one of my breasts, and his erection swells more, as though he likes that, but he’s looking into my eyes.

He angles our hands towards me, and I don’t understand for a second.

Then his cock throbs, expanding, the helmet getting bigger.

The moment he comes is an eruption. Hot, sticky liquid hits my chest and belly, and I gasp. It’s unexpected and dirty, and clearly deliberate. Like he wants to cover me.

It clings to my skin and the heat and slide of it is indescribably erotic on my nipples.

And there’s more, in multiple jets of white. He shudders. His mouth opens in an almost silent roar of pleasure, and his face creases as though sensation is wrecking him.

His hand slows and then stops as he spasms and his head drops.

I did that.

The pride is unexpected. I revel in the knowledge I made this powerful man come apart at the seams. His seed all over my chest is a momentary glow that perhaps he’s marking me as his.

I would love a tattoo of the marks, a permanent reminder of the moment I belonged to Maxim.

He’s still breathing hard as he shifts his fingers on my breast, smearing white across it and massaging it into my skin even as the shower begins to wash it away. Our hands remain interlinked on his cock.

Then he removes his hand from my breast and raises it to his mouth, then deliberately licks.

A bolt of fresh desire strikes me, and my clit pulses as he sucks his fingers, watching me.

And I lean closer. Greedy for more of this undoubtedly filthy act. More of him.

“Hayley,” he says brokenly, and shifts his hand from his mouth to brush my hair from where it’s plastered to my face by the water, and runs his finger across my cheek over to rest on my lip, so gentle after how he was fierce using my hand. My tongue slips out to lap up the seed he put there, and the taste of him fills my mouth, tangy and a musk undertone.

I shudder with need. I’d love to cover myself in him.

“I…” But instead of finishing that statement, he seems to bite it back, and releases my hand on his erection and cups my jaw with both palms, leans down, and kisses me.