Page 106 of Bought to Bear Bratva Heir

Slowly, I let my fingers slide from her body and pushed them against her lips. She opened them and softly sucked without breaking eye contact.

"Soon," I whispered. "There’s no rush. Let me take my time."

I knew what she wanted; even if she hadn’t just begged me, I would have known. Just from the look in her eyes.

Twirling her tongue against my fingers, she edged towards the edge of the desk and then slowly she slipped to her knees. Her hands reached for my belt.

Leaning back, I watched as she freed me. Squeezing my heavy cock at the base, she flicked her eyes up to mine and licked a long line straight up my throbbing shaft from base to head.

"I want you," she whispered, taking the words right out of my mouth because I wanted her too. I was so desperate to sink into her. As hard and fast as I could go, but at the same time so scared of hurting her.

"Can I—"

Reaching around to the back of her head, I pulled her hair up and away from her beautiful face. "You never have to ask permission to touch me, Daisy," I groaned.

Her smile was a little knowing, there and gone from her face in a second, and before I knew what was happening, she had her mouth wrapped around me. Slowly sliding her lips down my cock until I felt myself nudging at the back of her throat.

The hand I had tangled in her hair tightened.

"Sweet baby Jesus." I didn’t move as she bobbed her head over me. Taking in as much as she could until her eyes watered and saliva streamed from her lips, and even then, when I knew she was struggling to breathe around the thick cock lodged into her mouth, she kept going.

"What are you doing to me?" I whispered, my hips jerking up to fill not just her mouth but her throat as well. There was nothing gentle about it.

On her knees in front of me, Daisy moaned, the vibrations making me jerk. I couldn’t help it; I grinned. It didn’t seem like she minded how tough I was being, and if that was the case, then—

Reaching down, I took the front of my shirt and pulled it apart, sending buttons flying through the air.

"That’s better. I can see all of you now." Cupping the back of her head with one hand, I reached down and cupped her breast with the other, teasing the nipple up through the material of her bra.

It still wasn’t enough. I needed to touch her properly. Drown in her.

"Stop," I groaned.

She did no such thing; instead, she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked. My balls drew up painfully tight.

"I said stop." Gripping her long hair, I pulled her lips off of me with a wet pop. I stared at her for a second. At the way her eyes sparkled with unshed tears, at the full lips dripping with saliva, and a rush of need coursed through me before I could even pretend I was in control.

"Stand up," I ordered.

Stumbling to her feet, she stood expectantly in front of me, and I wasted no time in running my hands over her curves. Sliding the shirt off her body so she stood there in nothing but an underwear set that made me want to rip it off her body with my teeth.

"Is this," slowly I let my fingers curl over her breasts, "for me?"

"Yes." Arching her back, she thrust her breasts into my hands. "Do you like it?"

There was a knowing look in her eyes, and I rolled my eyes in answer. "Do I like it?" Yanking the cup down, I pinched her hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger, drawing a breathy moan from her. "No." I did the same with the other nipple. "I don’t like them. I love them," I ground out, closing my lips around one sensitive little point and sucking hard. "But," I bit down, and she cried out, "I think they would look better on the floor." Keeping my lips tightly around her, I reached behindher back and undid the clasp, only coming off her sweet-tasting nipple to let the offended garment fall between us.

"Mmm," I grinned. "That is better." Grabbing her hands, I pulled her to her feet. My eyes caressing every inch of her. "Tell me what you want." Pulling her between my legs, I began to lick at the white marks that striped her stomach.

I knew that some women had hang-ups after childbirth about the changes in their bodies, but Daisy had never been more beautiful to me. And I fucking loved her tiger stripes.

Using the tip of my tongue, I traced one upwards and then back down against another one. Shivering, she tangled her fingers into my hair.

"You."

"Then get up on the desk," I ordered. "Lay on it, put your head here." I tapped the edge.

There was something so fucking hot in the way she scrambled to do what I asked her to.