Page 20 of Her Darkest Possession (Baryshev Bratva #2)

I grip her thighs tighter, holding her in place as I continue my torturous feast, drinking down every sweet drop from her soaked pussy.

I slip two fingers into Indigo's dripping pussy, curling them inside her to find that spot that makes her lose control. Her walls clench around me, hot and tight. At the same time, I suck her clit between my lips, circling it with my tongue.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," I growl against her sensitive flesh. "I could stay here for hours until I fucking drown with your taste on my lips and my tongue."

Indigo's head falls back, a gasp tearing from her throat. Her hips buck against my face, seeking more pressure, more friction. But I pull back just enough to deny her the release she craves.

"Fuck you," she pants, her fingers tightening painfully in my hair. "Fuck you for teasing me like this."

I chuckle against her flesh, the vibration making her thighs tremble around my head. "That's the idea, britvochka. You're the one who told me you want me to make you scream."

I continue my relentless assault on her senses, pushing her closer to the edge only to back off when she's about to fall. Her frustration builds with each denial, her curses becoming more creative, more desperate.

Suddenly, she grabs my head with both hands, forcing me to look up at her. Her eyes are wild, and her cheeks flushed with need.

"You want to hear your queen scream?" she asks, her voice rough with desire.

I nod, unable to look away from the raw hunger in her eyes. "Yes."

Her expression softens for a moment, vulnerability peeking through her fierce exterior. "Make me come, Anatoly. Make me fucking come. I want to come for you. I need to come for you. Fuck!"

The desperation in her voice sends a fresh wave of heat through my body. My cock throbs painfully, still trapped in my pants.

"Please," she continues, her voice breaking. "Please! Fuck! PLEASE!"

How can I deny my queen when she begs so nicely? I increase the pace of my fingers inside her, curling them to hit that perfect spot with each thrust. My thumb replaces my tongue on her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with firm, relentless pressure.

Her eyes begin to roll back, her body tensing as she approaches her peak.

"Look at me," I command, my voice rough with desire. "Look at me when you come for me. Look at me when I make you scream like you wanted."

Her eyes snap back to mine, wide and desperate. Her mouth falls open in a silent gasp that transforms into a long, trembling shriek. Her pussy flutters and clamps down around my fingers as her orgasm tears through her, powerful and consuming.

"Yes, yes, YES! I'm COMING!" Indigo screams, her voice shattering the silence of my office.

I don't hesitate—I bend down and capture her clit between my lips, sucking hard as her orgasm tears through her. Her fingers twist in my hair, yanking me closer with surprising strength as her hips buck wildly against my face. I hold on tight to her thighs, riding out the storm of her pleasure.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Her words grow less coherent with each pulse of her orgasm. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around my fingers as I continue thrusting them inside her, prolonging her pleasure until her shouts dissolve into breathless whimpers.

Finally, her grip on my hair loosens as she collapses back against my desk, chest heaving. I slowly withdraw my fingers from her slick heat, savoring the way her inner walls flutter as if reluctant to let me go.

I rise to my feet, my knees protesting after kneeling on the hard floor. Indigo watches me through heavy-lidded eyes, her face flushed and lips parted. Without breaking eye contact, I bring my fingers to my mouth and slowly lick them clean, one by one.

"You taste so fucking good," I tell her, my voice rough with need. "And it's all for me."

She pants, her chest still rising and falling rapidly as she recovers. Then a smile curves her lips—not innocent, but wicked and wanting.

"Do you think we're done?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

I can't help but smile back, feeling the tension coiled tight in my body, my cock painfully hard against my zipper.

"I know we're not done," I reply, my voice dropping lower.

She pushes herself up, her eyes now burning with renewed desire. "You're damn fucking right we're not done." She reaches for my pants, her fingers brushing trembling as she frees my cock. "Fuck me, my king."

I position myself at Indigo's entrance, the head of my cock brushing against her slick folds. She's so wet for me, so ready, but I want to hear her say it.

"And how does my queen want her king to fuck her?" I ask, my voice rough with need.

Her eyes lock with mine, fierce and demanding. "I want my king to fuck me fast and fuck me rough."

That's all I need to hear. With one powerful thrust, I shove myself inside her, burying my cock to the hilt in her tight wet heat. She cries out, her back arching off the desk as her body stretches to accommodate me.

I don't give her time to adjust. Setting a relentless pace, I pound into her, each thrust making the desk creak beneath us. Her face contorts in pleasure.

"Yes!" she screams. "Yes! More!"

I grab her hips, angling them higher to hit that spot deep inside her that makes her see stars. Her pussy clenches around me with each thrust, so tight it's almost painful.

"Fuck me like you mean it," she demands, her voice breaking as I slam into her. "Fuck me as hard as you teased me. Fuck me knowing that I'm your dirty little fucking cockslut."

Her filthy words send a surge of primal possession through me. I reach up and grab the back of her neck, holding her half-upright so that she can look at me as I continue to fuck her mercilessly.

"Is that what you are?" I growl, tightening my grip on her neck just enough to make her gasp. "My dirty little cockslut?"

"Yes," she moans, her eyes rolling back. "Yes, I am. I'm your cockslut. I'm your cum whore."

I feel my control loosening, the familiar pressure building at the base of my spine. My thrusts become erratic, more desperate.

"I'm going to cum," I warn her, my voice strained.

"Paint me with your cum," she begs. "I want you to make me a fucking mess. Do it! Fucking do it!"

With a roar, I pull out just in time, wrapping my hand around my cock and pumping furiously. Thick ropes of cum shoot out, splashing across her face, her sweater, and her belly. She opens her mouth eagerly, and catches the drops on her tongue.

Then, her body convulses in another orgasm, triggered by my release.

She cries out as pleasure overwhelms her once more. Her screams send a shiver rushing down my spine. I collapse forward into her and close my mouth around hers.

Her tongue surges forward to find mine, coaxing and twisting as we taste the sweetness of both our surrender while our bodies twitch and shudder in each other's embrace.

Together.