Page 136 of The Bratva King

Nikolai reaches for his belt, undoing the buckle with maddening patience. Then the button. The zipper. Each sound is impossibly loud in the quiet room. His cock comes free, thick and hard, the tip already glistening. I whimper at the sight, my fingers moving faster as my hips roll into my hand.

“That’s it.” His voice is rough. “Don’t hold back. I want to watch you come.”

I obey, spreading my legs even wider. I pinch my nipple, and the sharp sting sends a jolt straight to my clit. My breath comes in short, sharp gasps as I chase the pressure building inside me. It coils tighter in my belly, and my thighs tremble with the effort of holding back.

Nikolai’s hand wraps around his cock, and he strokes himself in slow, measured pulls. His eyes focus on my fingers. The sight of him touching himself while I fuck myself for him pushes me closer to the edge.

“Nikolai,” I pant, my voice breaking. “Please.”

“Please what?” His voice is a growl, and his hand moves faster on his cock. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I gasp. “I want your mouth on me.”

He groans and steps closer to the bed. He doesn’t stop stroking himself. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he says. “So wet. So desperate for me.”

I whimper, my fingers moving frantically now, and my body trembling on the edge. “I’m close,” I whisper. “So close.”

“Not yet,” he commands, releasing his cock. He climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between my thighs. His hands grip my hips, pulling me toward him. “I want to taste you. You know I can’t go without dessert.”

I cry out as his mouth closes over my clit, his tongue swirling with just enough pressure. I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him close. My hips buck against his face.

“Nikolai, yes. Just like that.”

“Then stay still and let me give it to you,” he growls against me, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through my body.

His tongue pushes inside me, then drags slowly back to my clit. He sucks hard, his teeth grazing my sensitive bud. My orgasm crashes through me. I cry out his name, my thighs closing around his head as my body pulses against his mouth.

His tongue keeps working over me as the orgasm rolls through my body in sharp, helpless waves.

“That’s it,” he says against me. “Give me all of it.”

When I collapse back onto the bed with a gasp, he pulls back. His mouth glistens with my arousal. He licks his lips, his eyes locked on mine.

“You taste so fucking good.” He drags his thumb over his wet lower lip. “I told you. I don’t go without dessert.”

I reach for him, pulling him up to kiss me. I taste myself on his lips as I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking him slow and firm.

“Fuck me,” I whisper against his mouth. “Please. I need to feel you inside me.”

He stills beneath my hand, then catches my wrist, holding it between us. He lifts his head, his eyes locking on mine.

“I don’t think you understand what you’re doing to me, Gabby. What you’ve done to my life. I want you in my bed every night. I want to wake up with you here. I want to come home and know where you are. And I’m done pretending I can ever let you go.”

"Then don't waste any more time talking," I murmur, guiding him to my entrance.

He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, then pushes the other up and open. I’m spread wide beneath him. His palm drags up my stomach before his fingers close around my throat.

“Lvitsa,” he whispers.

His hand is warm around my throat, and I want more.

“Tighter.”

Surprise flashes across his face. It takes a lot to shock him.

His fingers tighten a little more. I groan, feeling my pussy clench. With his free hand, he lines himself up and pushes inside. I grab his shoulders, my nails biting into his skin. His fingers tighten. My nails dig deeper. He stills inside me, breathing hard through his nose.

“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight, Gabby.”