Page 57 of Daddy Brigadier

I couldn’t stop thinking about her, both day and night. The memory of me fucking her over a dead body ached my balls and fueled me during my morning jerks in the shower. I had never wanted someone so desperately. Thoughts of how, if she didn’t want me back, I would kill her. If I can’t have her, no other man will.

“She did a great job,” Lev remarks, taking a drag from his cigarette as he leans casually against the vehicle.

“Yeah, she did.” I stand waiting, hands in my pockets, admiring the small building before me.

Walking in, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride for my girl. It’s opening night, and I wanted to celebrate with her. What better moment to give my Krasotka her collar back?

Which she accepted without a fight. I knew she missed me, too.

Lexi steps out, the door locks, and the lights dim.

“Hello, Krasotka.” My gaze instinctively scans to confirm that my collar is still on her. Perfect. Obedient and alluring.

“Hi.” She rises on her toes, meeting my gaze as she plants a kiss on my cheek, her hands rubbing my chest. The warmth of her body against mine has my cock half hard.

Her dress rises, and I can feel the bottom of her butt cheek against the palm of my hand, her skin naked, and her panties still in my pocket.

Still hungover on her pussy I pull her closer to me for a kiss. I’ve been patient and greedy waiting out here in the cold for hours, and now I’m ready for my fill.

I open the door for her, and she slips into the back seat.

Walking around the car, it occurs to me that I’ve never even picked up a woman from work before, let alone waited for them for hours.

What the fuck are you doing, Brigadier?

“Successful night?” I inquire, noticing how she oddly appears both drained and exhilarated, the adrenaline still surging through her.

“I think so,” she responds, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Robyn will finalize the numbers in the morning.”

I run my thumb across her cheek, drawing her gaze to mine. “I’m proud of you.”

A radiant smile, the brightest I’ve ever seen from her, spreads across her face. “Thank you.”

She leans in closer, her lips gently touching mine, sparking an electric connection. Then, with a playful grace, she shifts over to my seat, settling on my lap.

As if magnetically drawn, my fingers weave through her hair, pulling her into me, pressing our bodies together as I deepen the kiss. The soft moan she releases makes my cock stiffen, and now I’m completely hard.

I steal a glance around her at my guys. Lev manages to catch my gaze in the mirror, and with a playful smirk, he pulls up the glass between the front and back seats.

As I lean forward, my eyes drop to the area of my crotch. Her lips part sensuously as she playfully extends her wet tongue, teasing and tantalizing me.

Kneeling between the seats, she slips my belt free and unbuttons my pants, flicking my tip with her tongue, hardening my cock. Placing my hand behind her head, I help guide her up and down my shaft as she takes me whole.

I try to silence my moans, tilting my head back into the seat.

Her mouth feels so fucking good!

She spits on my cock, then her hands guide up and down my shaft with just my tip in her mouth. Precum begins oozing from my head, and she happily slurps it up. Her tongue licks me from the tip to my balls, placing each of them in her mouth and sucking them in turn; she is splitting her time between them in equal measure, as if she is afraid that one could feel left out.

She continues to put them in her mouth one at a time as her hand simultaneously and rhythmically jerks me. I’m trying hard not to nut on her face right now.

If women only understood how much influence they could wield by sucking a man’s balls perfectly, the male ego wouldn’t exist.

She climbs back into my lap, her gaze locked onto mine. I remove her dress, leaning in to immerse myself in the warmth of her big breasts.

Lifting her hips, I bury my cock in her, her nails digging into my skin as my entire length thrusts deep inside her. My mouth claims her hard nipples each time they bounce in my face.

Her hand hits the fogged window as she arches her back, leaning into the front seat. Her low voice fills the quiet vehicle with a soft moan. Of course, I feel somewhat uneasy about having my men in the vehicle with us, but she appears unfazed, as if enjoying having an audience.