Page 99 of Sexting the Bratva Beast

He spreads my thighs and drags his tongue flat across my clit. The effect is instantaneous. My pulse races, and my breathing is shallow.

“Enough?” He lowers his head back onto the cushion and grins up at me while I cling to the back of the sofa.

“No.” Wow, how the fuck did I get so husky? “Don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry, I haven’t gotten started yet, baby.”

His lips are warm on my inner thighs. He licks my pussy, deliberately avoiding my clit, deep hungry drags of his tongue. When his mouth reaches my mound, he sucks hard, drawing blood to the surface of the skin, and leaving behind an imprint of his kiss. His gaze latches onto mine, watching my reaction.

“Ready for me?”

“Always.”

“Good girl.”

His eyes gleam with mischief before he plunges his tongue inside me. He laps up my juices, sucking and licking, while my legs tremble with the orgasm that’s waiting to explode. I want to close my eyes, focus on the sensations swirling around my pussy, but I can’t stop watching him.

He stops licking and leans back. “Do you enjoy watching me lick you?”

“Yes.” I’m panting.

“What else do you enjoy watching me do to you?”

“Fucking me.” My clit is throbbing. If he doesn’t lick it, I’ll come without him.

“With my tongue?” He knows how close I am. He’s teasing me, dragging it out, seeing how long I can wait.

“Yes! I want you to suck my clit, Andrej.”

“Oh, baby.” He grips my thighs with both hands and spreads them wider. “I fucking love it when you tell me what you want.”

He teases my clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking it back and forth, sending shockwaves straight to my core.

“Harder, Andrej.”

He slides two fingers inside me, and they squelch with my wetness. “I’ve never seen you so fucking soft and wet. Did you miss me?”

“Yes.” I don’t want to talk. I want to come all over his face and keep right on coming until my legs give way.

As if he heard me, he sucks on my clit, tugging it between his lips, licking and nibbling until it’s all I can feel. All I can think about.

“Fuck my face, baby. I’ve waited too long to taste you.”

I rock my hips, grinding my pelvis onto his fingers, dragging my clit back and forth across his tongue. Somehow, he unfastens the satin ribbon, and it slithers off my body, leaving me naked.

“Are you going to come for me?”

“Yes.” I’m reduced to a one-syllable mess as my hips keep rocking of their own accord, and my clit takes exactly what it wants from him.

The orgasm shatters through me. My legs are like jelly. My entire body convulses, and it’s only the back of the sofa that’s keeping me upright, keeping my pussy on his face, and my hips rocking back and forth with a momentum that I’m powerless to stop.

Andrej sucks until I’m spent. I collapse on top of him, conscious of his chest wound, and barely supporting myself on my elbows so that he doesn’t take my weight.

His lips find mine. They’re desperate, demanding, his tongue filling my mouth while he fists my hair. “Taste your cum, baby,” he manages between kisses.

I suck my juices from him, cupping his face and whimpering as I lick my taste from his lips. But he stops me with his hands on my shoulders and slides out from under me.

“I’m not done with you yet.”