Page 20 of Bratva's Secret Girl

I started jacking myself to take the edge off before I had the temptation of Hayley in my house, at my table. Eating my food.

Well. It did the job. Sort of.

It reduced the clamour of my cock, but only increased my hunger for her.

She touched me. The feel of her little hand was a searing white-hot pleasurable burn that I’ll never forget. So good.

I was barely restrained, and I should have held back. But it’s been a long evening, I’ve killed a lot of people, and I’m hanging on by a thread. I’m a second away from telling her that I love her and begging her to be mine.

Her back finds the tiles, and she stops. I keep on until she’s secure between me and the wall. This is the intimacy I’ve been craving for weeks now.

I press a kiss onto her inner thigh, and she gasps. “Say yes, malishka.”

“I don’t know?—”

“Just trust me and say yes.” I drag my mouth over her lips lightly. “I’m desperate to taste your delicious pussy.”

She makes a surprised noise as I gently bite the soft flesh of her inner leg.

“Maxim,” she breathes. “I’ve never…”

A grin spreads across my face, and I hide it on her soft skin. “I know, I know. I’ll look after you.”

She’s never been eaten out? My little virgin girl. That makes the vicious, possessive beast in my chest go berserk. I will be her first of everything she wants to try.

And then I can’t wait. She didn’t say no quickly enough, and I take a second long, greedy lick of her pussy, all the way up.

“Oh!” Her head falls back. “Yes!”

I agree. “You taste so good.”

Another lick of salty and sweet and then I’m holding her waist and her thigh, practically propping her up as I own her pussy with my mouth. I get my whole face in that soft pink flower.

She makes inarticulate noises of pleasure, surprise, and passion, and grabs my shoulder with one hand, and my head with the other, lacing her fingers into my hair, and digging her nails into my muscles.

Not pushing me away, no. Pulling me closer.

No need. I can’t get enough of her. Hayley’s pussy is as delectable as I dreamed. She’s soaking wet, her slickness coating my cheeks as much because she’s pouring with arousal as I’m desperate to get my face fully onto her.

The sound of the shower makes her mewls and gasps more difficult to hear, and the water running over us gets in my eyes when I look up to check her response to rapid licks rather than sucking on her clit. But it doesn’t matter. I finally have her, naked and with me. Part of my mind would love to take her and lay her on my bed to devour her at my leisure, but I know myself. There are too many steps between. The likelihood of me giving in and covering her with my body and my cock finding her entrance is high.

Claim her.

I think it was seeing her in danger. It broke every barrier. She’s mine, I’m not letting her go.

There are some formalities of seduction, declarations of love, marriage, and baby making. Not necessarily in that order. Orgasms first.

Defying gravity and refractory period, my cock is hard again.

Licking her is a joy, even as my jaw aches. Licks or sucks on her clit? The question remains as she shudders in my hands, because she seems to like both. She whimpers and chases my tongue with her hips.

No need to chase me, malishka, I live to give you pleasure. I could eat your luscious pussy all day, every day. Or three meals a day, at very least.

She’s perfectly plush on my lips, so soft and sweet. Her clit is a solid little bud, a tiny mouthful that makes me ravenous.

“Maxim!” She keens and tightens her grip on my hair. I redouble the speed and pressure of my tongue, even as that long-out-of-practice part of me screams with the effort, needing to stop. But I need to feel her come more.

She sobs and a savagely happy growl rises in my throat.