Page 35 of Forced Bratva Kidnapped Virgin
“Kiera, listen….”
“Are you gonna do it or what?” she cut me off, her voice dripping with a mix of anger and frustration. “You’re the reason I have this itch, and you’re the one who’s gonna scratch it.”
I paused, wiping a palm over my mouth. “Maybe you should slow down a bit—have a rethink.”
“Oh, please. You’re the last person to lecture me about thinking things through.” Her eyes dropped to my groin, thendarted back to my face. “You know what? Forget it.” She walked past me.
My hand shot out and grabbed her by the wrist. A short gasp escaped her lips as I pulled her to me. She raised her head, her eyes locked on mine, her chest heaving with anticipation.
I wrapped both arms around her waist while savoring the hunger etched on her gaze. “Just remember that I tried to dissuade you,” I whispered.
We held each other’s gazes in that position, the air thick with sexual tension. The next second, our lips collided in a heated kiss. She threw her arms around me, caressing my chest and torso.
I molded her ass, pulling her even closer as we devoured each other’s mouths. Heads tilted sideways, and tongues pushed through our lips, leaving us breathless. She tugged at the folds of my towel, causing it to slide off my waist.
My hands went under the hem of her shirt, fingers rubbing her inner thighs. She moaned in my mouth, her body trembling at my touch. I didn’t smell alcohol on her breath, nor did I taste it on her tongue.
She wasn’t acting under any influence—she truly wanted this. Perhaps she was overwhelmed with emotions, and this was the only way to clear her head. Whatever the case, this was happening right now. It wasn’t a dream. It was real.
I lifted her into the air, and she locked her legs around my waist. Her golden-brown hair spilled over her face as she kissed my lips, her hands on my cheeks.
She shifted on the bed, her eyes shining with desire as I hovered over her. I squeezed her breasts through the fabric of her shirt while teasing her underpants with my free hand.
“Fuck, yes,” she murmured, her teeth grazing her lower lip.
Her panties were soaked, her legs were trembling, and her breathing was labored. She sat up for a moment and yanked the polo shirt off her body, revealing her nakedness.
Damn!
I liked what I saw: perfect, glowing skin, perky breasts, hard nipples, and a shaved pussy. Clean. My cock straightened in reaction to the sight of her killer body.
When I leaned in and took her right breast in my mouth, she moaned softly. Her hands wrapped around my neck, her back pressed inward. I sucked on one while squeezing the other.
She fell back on the comfy bed, her legs spread out as if inviting me to take control. And I did. I kissed her from the neck through to her flat belly before settling on her shaved pussy.
“Oh my God.”
The words fell off her lips.
I glanced up at her, basking in the way her face contorted in pleasure. Her toes curled when I licked her folds while still maintaining eye contact.
“You taste good,” I whispered.
Her response was a look that begged me to take her already.
Not yet.
I went lower, inhaling the scent of her arousal as I ran my finger along her wet entrance.
“Fuck you, Nial,” she breathed, tugging at the sheets beneath us.
After teasing her some more, I began eating that pussy. She moaned, reaching down to press my head deeper between her thighs. I held her waist, holding her in place as I continued eating, enjoying the sounds coming from her.
Her legs were shaking in the air, her fingers clutching a handful of my hair. “Yeah, right there—right there.”
Her words, her moans, and her body language were clear indications that she was no longer in control. This version of her didn’t give two shits about what I’d think of her. She just wanted to get laid.
With my tongue, I drew the infinity symbol on her swollen clit over and over again. I paid attention, noticing her reactions to certain moves. That was how I knew she wanted me to stay on her clit.
