Page 14 of Sexting My Bratva Boss

When her lips purse tight, I jerk the chair again.

“You know who I am Miss Wolfe. Don’t make me ask you again.”

She gasps, but answers quickly: “Yes! Y-yes, I did. I… touched myself after sending that text.”

With a low rumble, I grip her ankles before sliding my hands slowly up her calves.

She’s trembling under my touch.

“And what did you think about, while you had your fingers in that pretty pussy?”

“I—I thought about,” her eyes flash, feet planting more firmly, “I thought about how much Idespise you.”

All at once I want to destroy her, own her, lose myself in her. And teach her a lesson.

Yanking the skirt of her dress up, I dig my fingers into her thigh, massaging and nudging them apart.

“You despise me.”

“I do.”

She chokes the words out, but her chin is tipped up, defiant.

“Mmm. So, you were thinking of me.”

“What?”

She gasps again as I pull her panties down her legs, ripping through them when I reach her knees. They’re tossed somewhere off to the left.

“You thought of me. While you touched yourself. You thought of me doing… what?”

“I—”

Her eyes are glued to me as I grip her thighs and lift them, pulling the chair and her closer and placing her legs over my shoulders. She tries once to squeeze her knees together but atmy growl she ceases, letting me press a kiss and then a bite to her inner thigh.

Then I smack her ass.

Or as much of it as I can reach in this position.

“Ow!”

It’s a reaction, not a marker of real pain. I know because I can smell her desire now, the musky scent of her only inches away. Another kiss, then another?—

And I reach her center.

“Tell me what you thought of,” I murmur, letting my beard tickle her delicate skin.

Audrey whimpers.

“I thought of you—of us, here—of the way you bent me over the desk and, and…”

She stutters to a stop as I lick short and fast, just once, right over her bud. Audrey’s knees shake, bending to pull me closer.

There’s no more talking. I bury my face in her pussy, feeling how soaked she is without even having to do much. I knead her thighs, grip them tightly enough to leave bruises later, and suck her clit until her cries are half-pleasure, half-pain.

Then I stop.

Right when she’s about to come.