Page 109 of Bratva Menace

His cock, long and thick and hard, felt so good it made my pussy pulse and spasm. “I’m going to come,” I all but whined.

“Yeah, you fucking are. Open that pretty mouth of yours,” he demanded, and I was powerless to do anything except follow his command.

He rolled his tongue along his bottom lip and spat right into my mouth. White-hot pleasure exploded throughout my body in an instant. I could do nothing but tremble at the severity of it. I cried out his name, unable to quieten myself.

Lukyan cursed and sped up. “Gonna fill you up so good.” He groaned. “I’m going to be dripping out of you for days.”

Dear God.

With a few more pumps of his hips, Lukyan locked up, holding my hips tightly in place as he unloaded his cum deep into my pussy. The sound he made—one of pure male satisfaction—sent me to an all-new high. A level I had never reached before. I could almost swear that sound alone gave me another mini orgasm.

Lukyan collapsed on top of me. The air whooshed out of me. Despite the fact that I was having trouble breathing, I secretly loved the feel of it. It was like one of those heavy, dense anxiety blankets. It was heavenly⁠—

“Hey! What are you doing to my car?!” a male voice yelled out.

Uh-oh.

Lukyan snapped into action far quicker than I did. His weight disappeared in an instant, and he yanked down my dress to cover me. He grabbed my hand with his while the other tucked his dick back into his pants, and then he turned, running the opposite way from the very pissed off man coming from the entrance into the alley, dragging me behind him.

“Run!”

“Oh my god!” I giggled. The heels didn’t make it easy. I could walk in heels. Dance in heels. Sometimes even fight in heels. But run? No way.

Lukyan must have realized that because he stopped suddenly. “Jump on my back!”

Yay. A piggy-back ride.

He bent down slightly, and I leaped onto him. I’d barely gotten situated before he took off running again.

“You little fucks!” the man screamed behind us. I glanced over my shoulder to see him throw a beer can at us. “You better hope I don’t catch you!”

Lukyan and I burst out laughing as we disappeared around the corner.

“You can’t be serious,” Lukyan snickered.

“I’m dead serious.”

“You would still love me if I was a worm?”

“Of course! I’d build you a nice home in a pot plant. Make sure you had plenty of water and the dirt was always nice and moist for you. Then, I’d carry you around with me every day so you never got lonely.”

He shook his head, laughing softly. “You are insane.”

“No. I’m thoughtful and caring.” I took a bite of my shrimp taco, an abundance of flavor exploding in my mouth. “Are you saying you wouldn’t love me if I was a worm?”

“I’m not answering this question.”

“Why not? Are you afraid of worms? Okay, how about a snail? Would you still love me if I was a snail?”

“I’m not answering it because it doesn’t make any sense,” he said, the biggest smile on his face.

“Sure it does! Imagine my consciousness was somehow transported into a snail⁠—”

“How was it transported?”

“I don’t know. An alien did it.”

“Why would an alien transport your consciousness into a snail?”