Page 88 of Bratva Menace

“Jesus fucking christ, what the fuck is happening?” he panted, squirming as I moved my hands lower and lower.

I smirked. “You’re enjoying yourself. There’s nothing wrong with that. But, if you want to stop, you need only say it, and I’ll stop.”

“Fuck no!” he burst out, looking down at me. “Please don’t stop, Huntress. Please. I’ll be a good boy. I’ll do whatever the fuck you want. Just please, don’t stop touching me.”

My lips curved into a genuine, loving smile. I brushed my fingertips across his face in a tender touch. “I love it when you beg.” I unwound the hair tie from his hair, and let the dark locks fall around him. “Fucking beautiful.”

I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I needed to taste him.

Placing my hands on his powerful forearms to keep him still and right where I wanted him, I leaned down and kissed the side of his neck. I moved my lips, my tongue over his skin, working my way across his throat. Down his chest.

He panted beneath me, his body tensing and untensing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted. The way he squirmed, like it was taking everything he had not to move, made my pussy throb. The fact that Lukyan wasn’t even tied down, that he could move if he wanted to and was just actively choosing not to, to please me, was fucking euphoria.

There was just something about having a big, strong, powerful man at my fingertips, completely at my mercy, that just did something to me. That I could make a man like him quiver at my touch, desperate to follow my orders, to please me…Fuck, it sent me on cloud fucking nine.

I circled my tongue around Lukyan’s nipple, my hands wandering further down his body to grasp his cock.

He choked, his hips bucking forward. The way he responded to my touch, dear god, it made every part of me yearn for him even more.

I moved myself further down until I was level with his cock, and then I pulled his sweats down. His cock sprang out, hard and thick and twitching.

“Oh, look at you,” I marveled in a whisper. “So fucking big and glorious.” I used both hands to grasp his dick and tugged up hard. His body shot up. I placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back down. “Don’t move,” I ordered.

“I won’t, I won’t. I’m sorry. I just can’t—fucking hell.” His voice was filled with desperation, and I fucking loved it.

“Look at me.”

He moved his head down, and his fiery gaze locked onto mine.

“Don’t take your eyes off me. Watch what I’m about to do to you.”

I stuck my tongue out. His chest rose and fell quickly with anticipation. I leaned forward and ran the flat of my tongue up his length in a soft, slow, languid lick.

The moan that fell from his lips sent a bite of pleasure through my body. I didn’t think such a thing was possible—that I could feel that kind of pleasure without prompting. But that was how good he sounded.

I wanted to hear it again. I needed to hear more.

I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and shoved it down until the tip touched the back of my throat, then I swallowed.

“Lyla!” he half-choked, his body trembling beneath me.

I felt dizzy. Dizzy on his pleasure and the control I had over him. I continued to work his cock, alternating between deepthroating him and running my tongue up and down his length. The entire time, he watched me, his heated gaze burning my fucking insides, the sexiest fucking grunts and moans falling from his lips.

My body begged for his touch. Begged for some kind of relief—anything. I wanted to jump right on his cock and ride him until we both were screaming out our pleasure.

But, as much as I wanted to do that, I couldn’t. I’d stupidly forgotten to bring a condom into the gym, and although I was dying to finally feel his cock deep inside me, babies were not something I was interested in right now.

I had to be the responsible one.

“Lyla, Lyla, I’m going to come,” he whimpered. “Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” He chanted it over and over again, begging me to keep going. I would have anyway, but hearing him beg like that for me? I was absolutely powerless.

In that moment, he fucking owned me.

His entire body locked up, and he groaned, a purely masculine sound filled with complete and utter satisfaction. Bliss. Euphoria.

Even though I wasn’t a big fan of it, I swallowed down his release, continuing to suck as more and more of it hit the back of my throat.

“Dear fucking God,” he choked out on a strained whisper. When his body stopped spasming, I rose up, swiping a thumb across my bottom lip, unable to keep the smirk off my face. His eyes flashed with something feral. Something deep and dark and full of desire.