Page 42 of Bratva King's Secret Twins
His finger moves faster and harder, sending electrifying waves of pleasure coursing through me. I can't help but hold onto his arms tightly, digging my nails into his skin as I lose control to the overwhelming sensation. “Y-yes.”
But just as quickly as he inserted it, he removes his finger, leaving an empty ache behind. He brings his glistening digit to his mouth and savors the taste of me before speaking in a low, sultry voice. “First things first, Kotik.” Nik pushes me to my knees and I find myself face to face with his throbbing cock. “You have to take care of the raging hard-on you left me with five years ago.”
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NIKOLAI
My Gwen sits between my thighs, continuously licking her lips as she stares at the bulge in my slacks. Her eyes flicker up to meet mine, a look of defiance sparkling in those hazel eyes. “You’ve had a hard-on for five years?” She smirks. “I doubt that.”
Her fingers dig into my knees, her breath hot against my skin as she leans in, her eyes dancing with desire. I try to maintain composure, but my body betrays me as she moves closer and closer. Her hand travels up my thigh and wraps around my pulsing member. A soft moan escapes her lips as she feels its heat, but I resist the urge to pull her onto my cock, and instead, I give her a wicked smirk.
“No one compares to you, Kotik,” I growl, pressing myself closer to her. “No one even comes close to how good your pretty little mouth feels.” She flexes her fingers against my bulge, and I let out a low hiss, unable to resist the primal desire coursing through me. “Now unzip my pants and use that mouth of yours on my cock.”
“What if I-” Gwen’s eyes twinkle with disobedience and I growl at her, her bratty mouth twitching in a smirk. She says in a snarky tone, “I am so sorry, sir.”
I ignore her, finding satisfaction in the way my little kitty looks at me with widened eyes as if she forgot how big I am. The anticipation shows in the way her fingers tremble as they reach for the button of my pants. I guide her hand gently, making sure she knows what to do.
Her fingers manage to unfasten the button and pull down the zipper, and she strokes my cock out of my pants. A smirk crosses my face as I watch her. Her lips are slightly parted, her pink tongue flickering across them. "Do you like what you see, Kotik?" I ask playfully.
“Yes, sir,” she mumbles. Her eyes are glued to my cock as her fingers wrap around it, gently stroking as if testing its reality.
I let out a guttural groan. My breath hitches as her touch sends electric shocks shooting through my veins. “Fucking hell, girl.”
Her lips part and she leans forward, her breath warm against my skin. She hesitates for a moment, then her tongue darts out and licks the tip, tasting the precum that has already begun to bead at the slit. “Mmm.”
My head lolls to the side. “You like how I taste, baby?”
Instead of responding to me, she grips my cock tighter, a strangled noise crawling up my throat. My breath hitches as her soft lips press against me. “Mmm…that's it, Kotik,” I growl through gritted teeth.
Her velvet tongue circles around my head, and I damn near jump off the fucking couch. “You’re going to be a good girl and swallow me down, aren’t you?” I say in a rushed breath.
My words are met with a throaty moan from her as she sets a punishing pace, driving me fucking wild.
My hand threads through her hair, pushing her down my shaft, and just like I taught her, she relaxes, opening her throat for me. I see goddamn shooting stars flash across my eyes.
Her cheeks hollow as she sucks harder, her tongue swirling around my length, massaging every sensitive spot. The sensation is overwhelming, building a pressure deep within me that demands release. But I won’t let her off that easily. Not yet. Not after I’ve been stroking myself while savoring the memory of her velvet walls wrapped around my cock.
I grip her tangled curls tightly in my hand and pull her off of me, strands of saliva stretch between our bodies. Her eyes widen in surprise.
“Was I doing something wrong?” she gasps, her breath coming out in short pants.
A dark smirk spreads across my lips as I run my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp with just enough pressure to make her moan. “No, baby,” I purr into her ear, “you've been so good to me.” She whimpers as I tug on her curls before pulling her head back and looming over her. “And now, it's time for me to be good to you. Get on your hands and knees,” I command, my voice thick with desire.
She turns around, arching her back for me as she sinks her hands into the carpet with her glistening pussy on display.
“Fuck,” I whisper under my breath. I move behind her, my hand trailing down her spine, feeling the slight tremble in her muscles. My other hand reaches out and firmly grips her hip. “That's it, perfect,” I murmur against her neck. Ican feel her pulse racing, matching the rhythm of my own accelerating heartbeat.
Leaning forward, I press my body against hers. “Remember the last time we were together? Remember how I did everything I wanted to you?” My voice is a low growl that makes her twitch in my arms.
“Yes,” she groans, wiggling her ass at me.
“Well, I have one regret,” I say, my fingers tracing the delicate crease between her thighs and teasing the sensitive skin around her asshole. “I regret not owning every single part of you.” I press a finger against her puckered hole, feeling it clench in response. “You want me to own every part of you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her voice barely audible. Gwen arches into my touch with a moan, begging for more. “Please.”
“Please what, Kotik?” I tease, my index finger running over her slit, grazing over her throbbing clit, my finger wet with her juices. She whines every time I glide past where she really wants me. With a hungry glint in my eye, I press my finger inside her tightness and she inhales sharply.
“Please fuck me, Nik. Please.” She pushes her head into the carpet, her knotted hair partially hiding the blush flooding her cheeks.