Page 41 of Forced By the Bratva

The air was now filled with the scent of her arousal, and it made my mouth water.

Iris held my gaze as I fingered her tight pussy while she moaned in ecstasy. She yanked my singlet over my head, and in the process, the towel slid off her skin, revealing her naked body.

I paused to admire her gentle swells for a second before lifting her and carrying her to the bed.

The towel stayed behind. I laid her down and followed, kissing her lips until they were swollen. I palmed the curve of her breasts with both hands, her arms slung around me.

My mouth left hers, and I began kissing her neck through to her chest. There, I sucked her breasts, twirling my tongue around her hard nipples. One at a time.

She let out a quiet whimper, her hands caressing my back. I traced the path down her body until I settled between her legs.

When I glanced up at her, her chest was already rising and falling, anticipation coloring her eyes.

I breathed in the scent of her, teasing her slick entrance with my thumb.

She exhaled shakily.

I stuck out my tongue, swiping it between her folds.

“Oh, fuck,” I murmured, reaching down to grab a handful of my hair.

The first taste of her pulled a rough sound from me. Soft, slick, faintly sweet. I licked deeper, slower, savoring every shift of her hips.

She writhed under my mouth, fingers twisting in the sheets, thighs pressing against my shoulders as soft, broken moans spilled out of her.

“Fuck—Ilya—” Her voice cracked. “That feels so good.”

I sucked her clit harder, sliding two fingers back inside her and curling them just right. Her back arched. Her face went tight with pleasure, lips parted, eyes glassy and unfocused.

I kept going, relentless, until her moans turned high and desperate and her whole body locked up.

She tried to pull away, but my grip on her thighs kept her in place. “You’re gonna make me come, Ilya,” she moaned, bucking her hips and straining her muscles.

Come for me, I thought to myself, flicking the tip of my tongue faster and faster over her swollen clit.

“Fucccck!” she cried out, thighs shaking.

I didn’t stop, not even after she came hard on my tongue with a broken whimper as she flooded my mouth. I licked her through it, greedy for every drop, until she was trembling and oversensitive.

When I finally rose over her again, she was flushed and breathing hard, still dazed from coming.

She reclaimed my lips, kissing more fervently while her hands pushed my pants down. She reached inside, withdrew my cock, and began stroking my length.

“It’s so big,” she whispered after glancing down at it. “So hard and veiny.”

Her voice fanned the flames of my hunger, causing my shaft to harden beneath her grip. She held my gaze while I settled between her thighs, the thick head of my cock pressing against her soaked entrance.

She tensed. “Wait.”

I stopped, staring at her.

“I uh…” She blinked, a hint of embarrassment flushing her cheeks. “I…I haven’t done this before.”

Shocked, I slowly arched my eyebrows, my gaze unwavering even as she tried to look away. “You’re a virgin?”

She nodded subtly.

The realization hit me hard.