Page 88 of The Bratva’s Monster

For these few moments alone, I’m stuck in my own thoughts. I’ve never known anything like this before and it feels almost unbelievable. Part of me is sitting on edge, maybe waiting for her to return with a gun or a knife to finish me off. Or just to come back and tell me that she wasn’t serious. I’m not sure what would hurt more.

But she does return with a bowl of water that has a clean rag in it. She kneels down in front of me, positioning herself between my legs, and starts undoing my shirt buttons.

“What are you doing?” I ask her.

She gets my shirt open and runs her hands over my chest and my abdomen, then lingers over my more recent injuries. Stitches in the skin of my shoulder and arms.

“Just relax,” she says. She reaches back and takes the rag, squeezing out the water, then pressing it against my skin, wiping away sweat and dirt. She presses the rag over my wounds, and I wince a little. Pain that I’d forgotten was there comes back in a low, stinging sensation.

I let her tend to my wounds and my body and the warm water and soft cloth feels good… too good. I can feel whatever walls I’ve put up starting to melt away. I look up at her as she leans away from me and sweeps her hair to one side before she puts the rag back in the bowl of water. Then she starts undoing my pants.

I’m hard. But then, every little thing she tends to do will get me there most days. This is something different, however. Somehow, it’s more…personal than it’s ever been. She undoes my pants, and I help her get them all the way off with my underwear. Then she goes back to the warm rag and wipes away the sweat on my lower abdomen, my thighs and my calves.

One last dunk in the water and she returns the rag, wrapping it around my dick, her hands gently navigating me despite its resemblance to a large iron rod.

And I’m in bliss. I lean my head back as my muscles relax into the couch. This new, vulnerable sensation is welcome…maybe even needed. I’ve never been in this place before.

I lift my head and watch her as she sets the rag aside. She leans forward, her hands on my thighs, I’ve noticed that the beast inside me is still asleep. Content just to be with her.

She takes my dick in her hands and circles the head with her tongue, teasing me. I reach down, brushing strands of her hair out of her face. And as she takes me completely in her mouth, I realize that for the first time, this is more than just sex.

I watch as she sucks me off, allowing myself to fall deep into the pleasure. I’m watching with amazement as she slides me all the way down her throat over and over again.

“That feels so fucking… good,” I moan, resting a hand on the back of her head, gazing into the sea of her eyes.

I can feel myself almost reaching the point of no return, then she slows and reverts to licking my shaft up and down.

“Don’t tell me you’re done with me.”

She smiles and stands up, “No, sir.” She takes off her shirt, tossing it across the room, then her jeans. Just watching her makes me want her in a way so intense that it almost hurts. I sit up and grab her around her waist, pulling her onto my lap. She straddles me, taking my face in her hands and kissing me as she hovers over my dick. I slide the head between her soaking wet lips, moving them over her clit and back down again, making her wetter every moment.

“You’re practically dripping,” I whisper into her mouth. She bites my lip, her hips moving back and forth. “You want to ride, baby?”

“Fuck yes,” she says.

I position myself right against her entrance and hold her by the waist as she slides down. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she makes the slow descent all the way.

“Oh, my fucking God,” she utters in a gasping moan. “You’re so…big…”

She’s grinding her hips on me, taking it slow and easy while I hold her steady. Being inside her is the closest I’ve ever known to heaven. Her tight walls grip me tighter with every movement of her hips.

I lean forward, sucking on her nipples as she starts to speed up. She wraps her arms around my neck, her hands moving up the nape of my neck and into my hair.

And my beast is starting to awaken. Starting to want to take control of her and this moment. It’s all I can do to keep myself together.

Her thighs start to shake and her head falls back as she moans to the ceiling. She’s so close that I can feel her vibrations through my own body.

And then she tenses, tightening all over as she starts to come. I’m grabbing her ass, keeping up with the rhythm as she lets go, her juices running down my dick like a river.

I can’t bear it any longer. I wrap my arms around her and lift her up, then I lay her on the couch, lifting her legs onto my shoulders as I lean in, penetrating her shivering pussy with long, deep strokes. She grabs my forearms as her eyes roll up.

“Moy zver,” then in Russian, “give it all to me.”

I’m fucking her so hard, the slapping of my thighs against her ass almost take over the sound of our moans of passion. I have to slow down. I’m not ready to stop just yet.

I take her legs and wrap them around my waist, holding them up as I take my time, watching as she grabs the arm of the couch, her cheeks flushed as she braces herself.

“You feel so good inside me,” she moans in Russian as she arches her back. “I’m gonna come so hard, my great beast.”