Stolen By The Bratva King (NYC Russian Royals #2)

Chapter 62

62

Emery

I ’m full of him . My skin is hot, and my throat thrums where Leon’s fingertips dug in, but I love it.

Leon wants me so much that he can barely hold back, yet he asked before taking what he needed from my body.

My husband is obsessed with me, but even more than that, he respects me.

It’s not a feeling I’m used to, but it’s beginning to stick, and I believe him when he says I’m worth it. Of the many good things I deserve, he’s the best of all.

Leon’s taut abdomen presses against the flesh of my ass. He groans, and I respond with a clench of my internal walls.

“Emery, for fuck’s sake,” he says, spanking me again as he presses harder on my clit. “If you keep that up, I’ll come, and there won’t be a thing I can do about it.”

Oh, I like that. What a delicious thought—with my pussy muscles alone, I could tense and release, edging him until he’s losing his mind.

In fact, I have an even better idea.

“Stop,” I say. “Stay still.”

Leon freezes, still buried inside me. “Are you alright?” he asks, his voice loaded with concern.

“I wanna try something,”

I rearrange my body so I can move more freely, leaning forward, and his cock slips slowly out of me until only the head is inside.

I flutter the muscles at my entrance, and with a groan, he grabs my waist in both hands to pull me onto him.

“Nope.” I throw a smile over my shoulder. “Stay still, and let me bounce on it. I’ll touch myself, and when I’ve got what I want, you can get yours.”

Leon blows out his breath through pursed lips.

“Hell. Alright. But if you love me, you won’t fuck me up for too long. I’m only a man.”

His hands relax, still wrapping my middle but moving with me, not for me. I make small motions with my hips, fucking myself with his cockhead only, and he growls.

“You’re such a tease.” His fingertips tighten, but he doesn’t drag me back. “Do what you want. I’m yours, and I can take it.”

“You sure?” I allow him in a little deeper and tighten my pussy hard around him. “I can do this all day.”

“I doubt it,” he says. “Make yourself come on my cock, val’kiriya . It’s all I really want.”

I stroke my clit with my fingertips. It’s swollen and responsive to the slightest touch, firing my nerves with pleasure so sharp it’s almost painful.

The sensation makes my pussy ripple on Leon’s girth, and I throw my ass back harder, feeling him bottom out.

I grind against him, growing wetter, his thickness stretching me to the limit. My clit is a powerhouse of jangled nerves, and a heated feeling spreads through my solar plexus, catching like the embers of a fire.

This is gonna happen soon, and Leon knows it. A rumble of satisfaction escapes his throat as I move again, skewering myself on his length again and again.

“When you come, I’m gonna pin you to the bed and fill you up,” he says, his hands twitching on my skin.

“Okay.” I pause with him halfway inside me, giving him an assertive squeeze, and he grits his teeth in frustration. “But only because I’m agreeing.”

“Oh my God, you keep doing that,” he says. “I was so close again. You keep pushing me to the edge and pulling me back. When I come, I might die, but I honestly don’t care.”

I find my pace again, bouncing him in and out of me, and a sting of overwhelming pressure pushes my breath from me each time he hits me deep.

Despite his bravado, I realize he’s losing his mind—his words flow unfettered, dirty talk mixed with a desperate, wretched pleading.

“ Moya zhena, ya umirayu zdes' .” I look around and see his eyes are closed as he speaks, as though he’s praying. “I’m dying here. Please, come for me, you beautiful slut. I can’t hold on anymore.”

Hearing him beg for release pushes me past the point of no return, and I cry out, my pussy spasming wildly as my juices flow.

It’s all the encouragement Leon needs, and he powers his weight into the small of my back, flattening me against the mattress as he slams into me.

My orgasm peaks over and over, pushed to new heights by his relentless thrusts, and I go limp, wrecked by the onslaught and pure, raw bliss.

Leon buries his face in my shoulder, his groan vibrating through me as he jerks rhythmically, unloading thick spurts of come into my shuddering pussy.

Neither of us can move for a few minutes. Then Leon shifts, rolling off my prone body and landing heavily at my side.

“You’re making a goddamn fool of me,” he murmurs. “I’m supposed to be a powerful man, but when you take control?”

He smiles. “I’m a slave. Your slave.” He throws an arm over me, pulling me close. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”