Page 71 of Bratva Baby

She smiles with the kind of lazy satisfaction that makes me want to pin her down and start from the top. Her lips part when I run my thumb across them, still swollen from taking me deep in her throat. She flicks the tip of my thumb with her tongue like she’s tasting me again.

“What are you waiting for?” she murmurs.

“Nothing.”

I haul her off the desk and carry her to the couch by the window, dropping to the cushions with her straddling my lap. Her legs wrap around my waist instantly, hungry, needy, exactly what I want. I take her mouth with a savage kiss, tongue thrusting, my hands gripping her ass hard enough to bruise.

She moans into me, fingers digging into my shoulders as she rocks against my half-hard dick.

“You feel that?” I grind up against her, letting her feel the twitch under her wet heat.

“That you’re already hard again?” she says, biting my lip. “Yes.”

A growl rumbles up from my chest. I grab her hair and tilt her head back, exposing her throat. She gasps but doesn’t fight me.

Sofiya never fights me when I touch her like this, and it kills me every time. I mouth down her neck, biting, licking, rolling my tongue across her collarbone until she whimpers and claws at my back.

“Take the shirt off,” she says against my ear.

“You take it off.”

She leans back and does exactly that, yanking it over her head and tossing it away. I look at her, completely naked now, flushed, chest heaving, breasts tight with arousal. I palm one, squeezing, teasing her nipple with my thumb until it pebbles hard. She moans, pushes into my hand.

“I love watching you fall apart,” I tell her.

“Then make me fall apart again.”

I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, tweak harder when she gasps, then duck my head and suck it into my mouth. Her back arches, pressing deeper. I bite lightly, soothing the sting with my tongue, then move to the other breast.

My hands slide down, gripping her hips, guiding their movement over my cock. Each grind sends sparks through me.

“You’re teasing,” she says, voice wrecked.

“You teased me first.”

She rocks harder, rubbing along the length of me. I grip her tighter. “Tell me how badly you need me, Sofiya.”

“I need your cock.”

“Where?”

“In me. Everywhere. You know what I want.”

“Say it.”

“In my mouth, in my cunt,” she whispers, eyes blazing. “In my ass when you finally stop pretending you don’t want that too.”

My control snaps. I seize her by the waist and flip us, pinning her against the cushions. Her laugh chokes off as I loom over her, teeth bared, cock throbbing against her lower belly.

I kiss her hard enough to bruise. She wraps her legs around me again, heels locking at my back. I slide a hand down her stomach, fingers combing through the slick mess between her thighs. She’s soaked. My cock twitches.

“You feel that?” I press two fingers inside her again, curling, thrusting hard enough to make her groan loud. “That’s how hungry you get for me.”

“Yes.”

“Grip me.”

She clenches around my fingers, hips rolling up to meet each pump. I bite her shoulder, mark her skin, suck hard enough to leave a purple bloom.