Page 89 of Bratva Menace

“Can I touch you?” he asked. Pleaded. Begged.

Smirk still in place, I shook my head. “No.”

Disappointment streaked across his features. It shifted when I got to my feet and took off my gym shorts, followed quickly by my underwear, kicking them away.

“Fuck me,” he breathed in reverance, his heated gaze locked firmly on my pussy.

“I’m going to use you now,” I rasped, moving up and dropping to my knees so his head was right between my thighs. He cursed, sucking in a harsh breath. “And you’re going to be the good boy you are and let me, aren’t you?”

“Hell fucking yeah,” he grunted out roughly. He reared forward, but I grasped his hair in the nick of time, keeping him just out of reach of my pussy. He whined as if he was so overcome with want and hunger that it caused him physical pain not to be able to taste me right there.

I didn’t let up. Didn’t let him touch me no matter how much I wanted it. How much my body was begging for it.

“Stick out your tongue,” I ordered.

He complied instantly, and his willingness to follow my commands sent another thrilling electric shock through me.

I kept his head still, right where I wanted it, and maneuvered myself until my pussy hovered over his mouth. I waited, letting the tension and suspense build and build. The waiting, the edging, was half the fucking fun.

“Please,” he begged. “Let me taste you. I feel like I will die if I don’t taste you.”

“Aw baby, I love when you beg. And you do it so well. Go ahead. Taste me.”

He dove forward, sealing his lips around me. The instant contact made me throw my head back, shouting out a cry of ecstasy. He groaned into me, like a man who loved what he was doing, the deep vibrations heightening my pleasure.

I moved my hips in time with the strokes of his tongue. “Yeah. That’s it. Just like that. Oh, you’re so fucking good with your tongue.”

Lukyan needed no pointers. No prompting. No direction. It was like he knew exactly what I liked. Could read my body, my wants and needs straight away.

He was almost too good, and I would have never thought such a thing could be possible. But fuck, it was, because I didn’t want it to end yet, and I knew I was already so close to coming.

“Fuck, baby,” I moaned, moving my hips faster. With jerky, hurried movements, I undid the flimsy attempt at restraining his hands, freeing him. He took that as the cue it was, tucking his arms under my legs to palm my ass.

His grip was hard. Rough. Tight. Again, exactly what I wanted. What I needed. Lukyan didn’t just place his hands on me—he helped move me, as if he wanted more. Wanted me to go faster against him. Harder.

“Please, choke me with your pussy, Huntress,” he groaned, kissing, licking, sucking. “I’ll be such a good boy for you, just please. Give me more. Use me.”

He was already so good at being submissive. “Because you asked so nicely,” I panted, and dropped all my weight on him, smothering him. I kept his head still with a tight grip of his hair and rode his face with quick, hurried movements, swirling my hips. He moaned, long and low, the sound spiraling my orgasm right to the surface.

Pleasure rushed up my spine. “Oh, oh. Yes. Lukyan!” My thighs clenched around his head as the most intense, white-hot pleasure exploded in my core. Lukyan didn’t stop. He ate my pussy like a man starved, frenzied and full of desperation. The soft flutters of his tongue along my clit didn’t ease. He continued to urge me forward, to continue riding his face even after my release had come and gone.

“It’s time to stop now, baby,” I gasped, attempting to pull back.

He latched onto me tightly, wrapping his arms around my waist in an unmoving grip. “Mmm. No. Not yet,” he mumbled, his mouth moving and moving. “I’m not done.”

Despite the new burst of pleasure making its way through my body, I squeezed my hand into a tighter fist and yanked his head back at the same time I raised up onto my knees, taking myself away from his mouth.

“Now, now, baby. You’ve been so good,” I whispered. I ran my tongue along his lips, tasting myself, and it made me moan. “You’re not ready to find out what happens when you disobey me. Not yet.”

A little bit of clarity made its way back into his gaze. He flopped back down onto the ground and released a big, shuddering breath. “Okay. What kind of drug do you have in that tight pussy of yours? Because fuck, it’s addicting.”

I shook my head and rose to my feet. “Come on.” I stepped away and stuck out both hands. Lukyan sighed, a slight roll of his eyes making me purse my lips before he placed his hands in mine, and together, we pulled him to a stand.

His cock was standing at attention again, big and proud. He didn’t try to cover himself, instead choosing to stretch his arms over his head.

I arched a brow. “Ready again so soon?”

His smirk was downright devilish. “I was ready the second I tasted you. I’d say let’s fuck now, but I have the sneaking suspicion you have other plans.”