I fist her hair, guiding her, my cock hitting the back of her throat, and she swallows perfectly.
Jesus.
She strokes the base of my cock, licking and sucking my balls until I feel it—until I know I’m about to come.
She nods, encouraging me, eyes burning with hunger.
"You gonna take it?"
She grins around my cock. "Yes. Give it to me. I want to taste you."
That’s it.
I come so hard I see stars, spilling into her mouth, and she swallows every fucking drop.
Her tongue circles me, teasing, stroking, milking me for everything I have.
Fucking perfect.
I needed this.
I missed this.
We collapse onto the bed, the smell of sex thick in the air.
She grins up at me. "I’m game for doing that again."
I chuckle, pinching her ass.
She squeals. "That hurts! You spanked the shit out of me."
"Didn’t give you half of what you deserved," I grumble.
She tilts her head, hopeful. "Is that a rain check?"
I shake my head. "Yeah, baby. It’s a rain check."
We lie in the quiet, my fingers threading through her hair.
I cradle the back of her head, pressing her to my shoulder.
It feels right.
Too fucking right.
"You’re better," I murmur. "But we need to talk.”
She freezes, but before she can say anything, I continue.
"Listen. I talked with Polina."
She stiffens.
I nod, my throat tightening. "Remember, Polina is loyal to Rafail. She has to report anything that could be… concerning. Anything that could impact our Bratva. Potential blowback."
Her brows knit, her lips pressing into a thin line. "Yeah. I won’t forget that."
I swallow, then go for it.
