Page 17 of Auctioned to My Bratva Boss

But Matvey's face kept invading my thoughts.

"Good girl."

Just remembering his voice sent electricity through me.

What if—hypothetically—he called me into his office during work hours, grabbed my hair and bent me over his desk, or made me kneel at the window... He'd unbuckle his belt, expose that magnificent thing, press my head down... Stop! Riley! Why are you following his lead?

You should find that choking feeling disgusting! Not be soaking wet right now!

"Damn it..." I curled into the chair, but the heat wouldn't fade.

My hand slid toward my core without permission. Last night's images invaded again.

"Crawl to me. Kneel." His desire-roughened voice echoed in my ears.

My neck prickled, soft and numb. I slid from the chair, knees meeting soft carpet. I'd become too sensitive—the slightest movement made me tremble.

God... why was I reacting this strongly? Not what I'd expected.

I swear I didn't touch my breasts, but my nipples tightened anyway. The ache made me rub them, and heat immediately slid down my thighs. Seriously?

I'd done this before, sure.

Late at night, Matvey's face always appeared. I'd imagine him unzipping, stuffing himself in my mouth, making me get it wet. Then he'd shove it inside, rough... always kept me up all night.

I knelt on the floor like last night—except today it wasn't his rough fingertips at my core. His hands were stronger, more powerful, and felt so much better than my own. But just imagining his touch let me hear the wet sounds clearly.

"Oh... Fuck..." My clit stood fully erect, twitching at the slightest contact.

This position was so humiliating. My breasts nearly dragged on the carpet!

I pinched that little bud between two fingers, squeezed repeatedly, breasts swaying. The carpet's fuzzy texture grazed my nipples—the slight sting only excited me more.

I couldn't hold myself up properly. My limbs had no strength. But the wave-like sensation kept crashing through my lower belly.

Okay... this was incredibly hot, but I had to stop, lean against the sofa edge, and spread my legs.

My core opened completely to the face I imagined. If he were watching now, I'd feel his breath on me, scorching like last night. I thought I'd feel ashamed... but it was ready to gush like a spring.

"Oh, he's so good..." I bit my finger, murmuring, circling my clit with the other hand. "No one could resist him."

Had Matvey gone down on other women? He must be experienced, know how to make women lose it.

His tongue was broad and strong—I'd felt that when we kissed. I imagined it licking my pussy, even thrusting inside, his stubble scratching me raw. His mouth seemed made for me. I got wetter and wetter. Would he swallow it?

He hadn't gone down on me. But he'd definitely pin my thighs with those big hands when I tried to escape... he liked control.

Pleasure rose with the air currents, my opening pulsing like it was breathing.

He was maddening. I couldn't imagine anyone resisting his appeal. If he entered me now, I'd come instantly. My finger slid in, slick with my wetness. Something sinking into my flesh felt incredible.

That thing of his was huge, equivalent to three of my fingers... no, at least four!

I imagined him fucking me, touching my sensitive nipples and core. His thick cock driving in and out, hitting my stomach—terrifying and addictive.

"Ah!" My body jerked hard, tingling electricity sweeping through me.

Better than any previous session. More depraved too.