Page 93 of Forced Bratva Hostage

“Come? Right now? In front of everyone?” I say cheekily.

“Mm,” he chuckles. “There she is, I told you cocktails made you naughtier.”

He pulls me away from the rest of the people, and as soon as we are out of sight, he lifts me in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carries me upstairs.

“Andrei—this isn’t our house.”

“Don’t pretend that’s stopped you before,” he laughs, slipping his hand around my ass and teasing me as he brushes his fingers over my pussy.

He pushes the door open with his foot and carries me into one of the upstairs bedrooms. He walks straight past the bed, though, and out onto the balcony.

The air is warm against my legs when he lowers me to the ground, turning me around to face the railing and pushing my dress up over my ass.

I giggle and wiggle my hips at him.

He slaps my ass, and I gasp in fright.

“You can’t do that—someone will hear,” I whisper.

“Bend over and be quiet, or the next smack will make you scream.”

My mouth drops open, and I stare at him in delighted shock.

“Yes, sir,” I mutter, turning my back on him and bending forward again.

He stands behind me, letting out a satisfied moan as he runs his hands over my back, around my ass, and slips them beneath my panties.

“You’re already soaked,” he growls deeply.

“I can’t help it. You’ve been teasing me all night,” I confess. “You know what that does to me.”

Andrei kneels behind me and pulls my ass cheeks apart. He presses his mouth over my pussy and licks me from behind.

My legs shiver with pleasure, and I grip the edge of the balustrade tightly to keep my balance.

“Oh,” I gasp as he pushes his tongue into my pussy.

He reaches around my front, playing his fingers over my clit while his tongue moves in and out of me.

I completely forget we’re on a balcony and there are people outside in the garden. Moaning loudly, I push back against his face.

“Be quiet, little bunny, or I’ll stop,” he warns. He’s never forgiven me for the time I stopped sucking him when he was stuck in bed, because I was scared he’d rip his stitches out. He threatens me with this all the time.

I giggle and press my lips together.

“I’ll be good,” I promise, bending over a little more.

He groans with pleasure as he slides his fingers into me. “I can’t wait anymore.” He says, as he stands up.

I glance over my shoulder and see him tugging his pants open. I bite my lip, watching his cock as he frees it, and it stands straight up, the thick vein throbbing over his shaft.

Andrei pushes me forward, forcing me to bend over more. I arch my back towards him, desperate to feel him inside me.

He hooks his fingers in my panties and pulls them to the side.

I whimper when he rubs his cock over my pussy, spreading my wetness onto his cock.

When he slides into me, he does it slowly, controlled, taunting me as I try to rock back against him, to push myself onto his cock.