He grinds his palm against where I’m most sensitive and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Have you been walking around this ready for me the whole timemoya dusha?” His voice is like gravel. Low and powerful, cutting deep into me and I feel like I’m on fire.
I nod because his hand is still covering my mouth ensuring nobody hears a single noise I make.
“And you didn’t think to tell me?” He asks and I shake my head, delirious and lost to the fact that he’s now pulling my underwear to the side and I can feel his bare hand against my skin. I try to tell him to please go back to what he was doing, but it comes out muffled against his palm. He removes his hand and strokes the side of my face.
“Tell me what you need Willow.” He says roughly, like all his restraint is about to snap.
“Do what you were just doing. I want to feel you, properly. Please.” I whimper against him.
He looks around us as if he’s just remembered where we are and he sucks the front of his teeth before swearing and pulling away from me.
“Come with me. Quickly.” He drags me through the doors leading to the main floor of the club and all the way up to his lounge. He shoves the door open and pushes me inside. Looking around the room to make sure nobody else is here, he turns and locks the door.
The lock turning sounds a million times louder in the anticipation of what I know is about to happen, as if that sound has finalised that this is real.
I’m about to have sex with Dragna and I feel like once I do, there’s definitely no going back with him. I don’t do this with anyone. Sex for me is special, if it happens with Dragna then I’m finally fully letting him in.
He turns from the door and stalks towards me like a predator. Where he was slow and sensual five minutes ago, he’s all raw power and commanding now. He reaches me in seconds and picks me up by my thighs, setting me down on one of the poker tables. He wastes no time in beginning to pull my jogging bottoms down my legs, teasing me with every inch they lower until they are completely off and he skims his bare hands back up my legs to my hips.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” He asks and I lean on my elbows to look at him.
He’s standing between my legs, the sides of my underwear in his hands, ready to snap them off me with my signal. He looks like an absolute God and at the same time, he’s looking at me like I’m the one who’s worth worshipping. A buzz snaps through my body and I swallow hard before nodding my head.
“No Willow, if we do this, I need your words.” He says as he begins pulling my underwear down my thighs painfully slow.
“Yes.” I breathe.
“I’m ready.” And that’s all it takes before he sinks to his knees, grabs my hips and pulls me towards him.
Chapter Twenty Seven
Dragna
Growing up and attending church regularly with my mother I never denied the existence of God, believing we all went to Heaven or Hell when we died. Now though? I know it has to be bullshit because right here between Willows soft thighs, this is fucking Heaven.
I slowly lick up her centre finding where she’s most sensitive and suck her into my mouth.
Fucking hell I could live here. I could die here. Let me spend the rest of my life with my face buried in her and I’ll be the happiest man on earth.
“Shit!” She breathes quietly.
“Oh God, Dragna, keep going.” She moans and it takes everything in me not to take out my cock just to relieve the pressure of it being confined in my trousers.
I’m so fucking hard I’m in physical pain. I want to bite her, kiss her, devour her, cover her in myself just to mark her as mine.
“No God,moya dusha. Just me.” I speak against her clit and her back bows off the table as I bring a finger to her entrance and slowly push inside. The noises she makes are obscene. She’s so fucking tight I have no clue how I’m going to fit inside her, but that doesn’t mean I won’t.
“Dragna, I’m… I’m coming!” She screams as I pump a single finger in and out while lapping at her like I’m a man starved.
I feel her contract around me and all I can think about is how it would feel against my cock. Jesus she would squeeze the life out of me.
The noises she’s making along with how she pulls on my hair as she writhes around in pleasure have me ready to come with her but I’ll be damned if I let that happen and waste a single drop without any of it touching her.
“Stop! Please, I can’t take anymore!” She pants, yet her hands hold my head hostage against her like she doesn’t want me to ever come up for air.
I slide my finger in and out of her, slower now, giving her a chance to catch her breath. She lets go of my head and I look up to see her laid out completely on the table, sweatshirt pulled up past her breasts, hair splayed everywhere and I shake my head in disbelief that she’s mine.
