Page 58 of Daddy Brigadier

Each hand grips her ass cheeks while she rides up and down my lap. Sticking my finger into her mouth, she sucks it the same way she sucks my cock. When my finger coat with her spit, I rub her ass and stick the tip into her asshole. She squirms a little but doesn’t pull away.

Slowly, I push it in further, then ease it out repeatedly.

“Valentin!” she cries out before tumbling over the edge, her muscles tensing.

She bites down on my shoulder, her pussy juices soaking my cock. The moment—and her obvious pleasure—really gets me off, and my cum is imminent.

I thrust a few more times before letting go, coming forcefully inside her with a tremendous moan, every muscle shuddering, from my toes to my head.

With a soft groan, I lean back, taking in the moment. Her lips find mine, teasing my bottom lip as a playful nibble. I chuckle softly, wrapping my hand around her neck, drawing her closer, staring at her beauty.

“Good girl,” I murmur, stroking her cheek, then gently slapping her, not to hurt her but to reassure her that she did exceptionally well.

She settles back into her chair, a smirk on her face. “I don’t suppose I could get my panties back?”

I give her a knowing look. “Nope.”

I run my fingers between her legs, my cum lingering on her thighs. “From now on, I want you to go without panties.”

“You must be joking,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes.

“Misbehave, and I’ll reintroduce your ass to my belt.”

As we ride to my loft, I lean back in my chair, enjoying a glass of Scotch while she peacefully sleeps. Though exhaustion weighs on me, I can’t deny that I enjoy watching her. Something is captivating about her innocent, delicate features when her beautiful eyes are closed. She occasionally murmurs in her sleep, her words too faint for me to understand.

The vehicle slows as it enters the warehouse. I hold Lexi tightly, looking at my men gathering in the corner, drinks raised high, roaring in support of one of their own.

“What’s going on over there?” she asks, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“I don’t know.”

The men quickly disperse, rushing to open the door for us. “Brigadier.”

A loud buzzing fills the air as I approach to see a sharp needle sinking into the man’s chest. “What’s happening here?”

“He lost a bet,” one of the guys laughs, a cigar dangling from his lips. The man in the chair displays a woman’s face inked on his chest.

“Is she your wife?” I can’t help but ask.

Laughter erupts from the group. “Nah, she’s the girl from the strip club,” one of them jokes.

“You tattooed a stripper’s face on your chest?” Lexi chimes in, standing beside me with disbelief.

“Yes, ma’am!” he laughs, proudly rising to flex his chest muscles.

To relive the excitement of youth and boldness feels like a lifetime ago. I can’t help but wonder if my father viewed my actions as reckless in those days of doing stupid shit with Andrei’s father.

“Who’s ready for some ink?” The tattoo artist stands poised with his needle, waiting for the next daring soul to volunteer.

“I’m ready!” Lexi shouts as she steps forward, excitement sparkling in her eyes as they fixate on the needle.

I cast her a pointed glance. “Krasotka, please don’t ruin that perfect body.”

“Too late, I already have one,” she says, settling into the chair before I can intervene. “Tonight—or should I say this morning—is perfect for remembering one of my favorite nights.”

The man with the needle glances at me, silently seeking my approval. I nod and exhale sharply, “So, what are you getting?”

“It’s a surprise,” she says with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling behind her long lashes.