Page 20 of Surprise Bratva Daddy
But the pleasure is all mine. He thinks he’s won me over somehow, but as I look up at his perfectly sculpted body littered with tattoos and mysterious scars, I know in my soul that I’m the lucky one.
He might have a lot of power and a lot of money, but none of that matters compared to the raw, animalistic energy emanating from him. That is what I crave. That is what I need, and if giving myself to him is what it takes, then I will give everything I have.
His body is huge, towering over mine, and I can tell by the way he moves that he is a hunter. He is the lion and I am the gazelle.
That realization should scare me, but it doesn't. In fact, it only arouses me more. I want to feel his teeth sinking into my shoulder, his nails clawing into my skin, and his lips pressed against every inch of my flesh.
The night air is cool against my skin, a welcome relief from the warm water and hot steam of the hot tub, and I feel like a new person. I have been reborn into something else. Something more.
His hands explore my body, his fingers dancing over the sensitive skin on the insides of my thighs. I shudder as he touches the apex of my thighs, the most intimate part of me.
"Open up for me," he whispers, and I comply, parting my legs as he runs his finger down the length of my pussy. "So wet," he says, grinning and meeting my eyes.
"I've been like that since the moment I met you," I admit, my voice quivering.
He chuckles. "Good."
He presses the tip of his finger against the sensitive little nub at the top of my slit, and I gasp.
"Is that where it feels good?" He asks, watching my reaction carefully.
I nod, whimpering a little as he begins rubbing his fingers around and around in a circular motion. It's almost too much to handle. The sensations are overwhelming. I feel like I'm going to cum and he's barely even started touching me.
"Please," I beg as he suddenly moves his hand away.
"Be patient, darling," he says, leaning down and kissing the insides of my thighs, working his way up to my pussy. He moves slowly, torturing me with the promise of unlimited pleasure. It's maddening, but I don't dare stop him.
When he finally makes it to my pussy, his lips brush against my skin and he begins sucking gently. His tongue explores my folds, and I can't help but to moan and cry out. It's the most amazing thing I've ever felt.
Zane takes his time, enjoying himself, and I love that he's so enthusiastic. He seems like the type of guy who's always trying to prove something, and this is no exception. He wants me to know exactly how talented his mouth is, and he's not letting up.
I grip the towel beneath me, my eyes fluttering closed as my orgasm builds. It feels so good that it makes me squirm, and I'm worried I'm going to fall out of the lounge chair. Thankfully, Zane's massive hands are pinning my hips down, and I can't move much at all.
He groans, his tongue delving deeper, and I lose it. I cum so hard that my vision blurs, and I feel like I'm floating on a cloud of ecstasy.
"Oh god," I moan, gripping the towel harder and rolling my head back.
"Good girl," Zane purrs, licking me a few more times before pulling back.
"Why are you stopping?" I ask, looking down at him.
"Because I'm going to fuck you, and I want to see the look on your face when I slide my cock inside of you."
I gulp, a tingling feeling rushing through my body.
He stands up, pulling down his swim shorts and tossing them aside. His erection is massive, and it's already leaking precum. I've never seen such a big dick in person before, and I'm suddenly very worried. Will he even fit inside of me?
"Don't be nervous," he says, reading my mind. "I'll start slow."
I nod, forcing myself to relax. "Okay."
He moves closer, putting his knees on either side of my hips and pressing his erection against my pussy. He rubs his cock up and down a few times, coating it with my juices. Then, he places his hands on the armrests of the lounge chair and pushes forward.
I gasp as the tip of his cock slides into me, stretching me wide. It feels amazing, but also a little painful. I'm so tight that even Zane's giant cock is having a hard time fitting.
"God, you're tight," he groans, closing his eyes and letting out a deep breath. "Relax, darling."
I exhale and focus on letting the tension go from my muscles. I have to force myself to loosen up. My body is fighting it, and it's a struggle, but Zane doesn't relent. He continues pushing into me, and as his cock finally slides fully into my pussy, I let out a long sigh of relief.
