Page 29 of Innocent Bratva Hostage
He slid his free hand between my thighs and glided it upward. I groaned as it came into contact with my most sensitive organ.
Andrei grinned with satisfaction. “You’re wet,solnishko.”
My cheeks heated with embarrassment; he was right. I felt the pool of wetness between my legs the moment he started to kiss me, or maybe even before that.
Before I could think of a retort, he thrusted one finger inside me and pressed his thumb firmly on my clit.
“God…” I moaned, reveling in the waves of pleasure surging through me. “Oh, God.”
He tilted his head, sliding his fingers in and out of me as he circled his thumb on my clitoris. He smirked when he saw the effect he had on me, the pure ecstasy on my face, and how my cries grew louder.
“God isn’t here, baby,” he grunted in that deep voice of his. “But I am. I’m the only god whose name you’ll be screaming tonight.”
His bragging evoked something inside me. I wanted to challenge him, to drive him to the edge and see how far he’d take this.
I flashed a teasing smile at him and whispered, “Is that all you got?”
He smirked back, sliding another finger inside me, pushing it deep enough that I could feel it hit my G-spot, and then he started to thrust.
All I could hear was my own moans synching with his groans and the squishing sound of my juices as he made it his mission to pleasure me.
“You’ll have to find out yourself,solnishko,” he growled against my ear before dropping to his knees in front of me.
I breathed, “What are you doing?”
“Wondering what my delicate flower’s petals taste like.” Raising my leg to his shoulder, he shifted my panties to the side and buried his face between my legs, replacing the finger on my clit with his tongue.
I jerked forward when I felt the first swipe of his tongue on me. It was as if electric waves were sizzling through me, dragging me to a world far beyond.
It felt good, so good that my fingers slipped through his hair and clutched his head for support as he ate me like a madman. I moaned, groaned, and cried with pleasure as the sensation of his tongue stroking my clit threw me into a volcano of ecstasy.
“You like it?” he asked, his breath warm against the organ between my legs.
Like it? Hell, no.
I loved it.
Every bit of it.
I spread my legs further apart to grant him more access and buckled my hips, grinding on his tongue for pressure. “Fuck… Andrei…I love it.”
I felt him smile. “Good girl.”
My muscles contracted as I reached a crescendo. “Andrei,” I gasped, feeling my heart rate increase and my body thrum.
“Yes, come for me, baby,” he growled, pressing his tongue firmer on my clit and licking me harder.
A pang of jealousy seared through my chest at the thought of him doing this with other women, making it his life’s mission to pleasure them the way he was doing with me. He was skilled, and the only way anyone could learn a skill like this was through experience.
At forty-one, and given his reputation, I was certain he’d been with more women than he could even remember. I hated this; I wanted to be the only woman in his life.
Fuck, what waswrong with me?
My thoughts were halted, only allowing me to mutter, “God, Andrei.”
An orgasm surged through me at that moment. A cry tore from my throat, and my body spasmed uncontrollably.
Andrei didn’t stop fucking me with his tongue until my clitoris reached the limit of pleasure it could take. It was now more sensitive than ever.
