Page 27 of Sexting My Bratva Boss
“Show me.”
She licks her lips, moving to take a step forward.
“No. Pull your skirt up. Slowly. And show me that pretty pussy,malen'kiy volk.”
The heavy, luxurious fabric rises as she inches it up her legs. She gets to mid-thigh and my mouth waters at the sight that I’ve only fantasized about. Already my cock is throbbing with interest.
There.
That’smine.
I’ve had her in my office, lapping at her folds, but in the golden light spilling through the window I can see every inch of her. She’s wet, pink, and inviting.
“Stay like that,” I command.
Audrey obeys. She’s straining to breathe, to get a rhythm as I move toward her, shoes echoing on the hardwood floor. I kick them off at the edge of the carpet and circle her, slowly, taking in her thick legs and round, exposed ass.
When I come near, she makes a sound close to a whimper and a gasp. My hands rest on her hips, then slip forward, slowly, caressing.
“Please,” she whispers.
My fingers hover over her heat. It’s taking everything in me to hold back, to tease her like this.
“What do you want, little wolf?”
Audrey leans back, her ass tucked up against me, making my dick throb more insistently. It wants out; it wants to claim what’s ours.
“I… I want you to touch me. Please.”
“Say my name.”
I’m almost ashamed to ask it of her, but I put force behind the words. I want to feel control. I want her to obey. And I want to make sure she knows just who is making her tremble tonight.
“Please touch me, Konstantin.” It comes out as a breathy request, and I can’t hold back anymore. Burying my face in herneck, sucking and biting the delicate skin there, I delve two fingers into her slick and come back to circle her clit.
She’s taut as a bow string, back arching and hands clenched in the skirt as she holds it up and lets me ruin her.
“Like this?” I ask, plunging into her entrance so abruptly that she cries out. “Is this what you want?”
Audrey whines, trying to find purchase on the carpet as she instinctually bends at the hips, pressing herself back on my erection. I grip her hip with my free hand, grinding against her ass.
It doesn’t take much to bring her to the edge but, like that day in the office, I don’t let her come. Instead, I spin her around, the surprise of the movement making her drop her skirt.
“Take it off.”
She quickly undoes the zipper, stumbling as I stalk toward her, guiding her to the bed.
This, all this, is for her.
And tonight, I’ll finally claim her as mine.
I’ll fuck her into this bed until she’s carrying my child.
“This, too,” I murmur, grazing the undone tie of the bow. There’s barely any space between us. Audrey crosses her arms, lifts the bottom of the shirt, and it slides off, mussing her hair even more.
She’s in nothing but a bra.
“How do you want to…?” she asks breathlessly, her eyes dragging down to my trousers, where my arousal is apparent. “I can turn around, or help you get close, or…”