I mean, he’s the brooding badass, I’m the feisty badass, and Alex is the adorable, pure-of-heart badass. It’s like we’re a goddamn badass trifecta.
My gaze is glued to him like a goddamn magnet, devouring him, and I’m too damn thirsty to look away.
His body’s ripped like a fucking battle tank, scarred and tatted like a roadmap to hell, hotter than the gates of Hades themselves. And the heat radiating from him, it’s setting me on fire, every damn inch of me.
D glances at me through the mirror, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “And you seem on edge. What kind of awful plan do you think I’ve got for you?” He turns slightly, his blue eyes locking on mine, that lazy grin growing.
Alright, heart, pipe down. And pussy, get a grip. We don’t need no damn fireworks right now.
“Awful plan?” I repeat, my eyes trailing down his body, my voice dropping to a low purr. “I’ll give you an awful plan, baby. And it’s gonna involve my hands and my mouth.”
I catch a shift in his expression in the mirror. That predatory gleam in his eye that tells me we’re about to have some real goddamn fun.
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Dturns around and steps closer.
My eyes trace the contours of his muscles, his heat enveloping me, and I can smell his soap, that familiar scent that’s become a part of my world.
“What are you thinking,krasotka?”
Fuck, how is his voice so goddamn hypnotic?
I stand there, letting his fingers curl around my chin, tilting my head up so he can peer into my soul. His eyes are like a goddamn vortex, pulling me in deeper.
I press my body against his, our lips hovering just inches apart. My eyes are wild with longing, my mouth yearning for a taste of him.
“Krasotka,” he growls, and in an instant, I am wet.
My hand slides under the towel, grabbing hold of his throbbing cock. He moans, his eyes narrowing with primal need as I stroke him.
In a flash, the towel is gone, and his massive, rock-hard cock stands proud. He growls, his eyes fierce with lust, and he pushes me to my knees.
“Put it in your mouth,krasotka,” D commands.
Yeah, right. Like I’m some submissive little bitch. Please.
I lick my lips, giving him a seductive glance, but I’m not gonna let him call the shots. I’m the fucking boss here, and he’s gonna learn that real quick.
My fingers tighten around his shaft, stroking him slow and hard, drawing out his pleasure, torturing him with my touch.
“You like that, baby?” I whisper, my eyes burning with lust.
“Suka,” he groans, his head tilting back, his muscles tensing under my grip. “Fuck, Wren, you’re gonna make me lose it.”
I grin.
With a few more strokes, I have him moaning with need. Then I lean in, my tongue flickering against the tip of his cock, teasing him, making him gasp with desire.
“Krasotka,” he breathes, his fingers tightening in my hair, his grip strong but not forceful, his eyes blazing with need.
I grin, my tongue flicking around the tip of his cock, teasing him, driving him wild.
His shaft twitches in my hand, and I can feel him pulsing, throbbing, begging for more.
Slowly, I open my mouth, my lips wrapping around the head of his cock, my tongue swirling against the sensitive flesh. I take him deeper and deeper, inch by inch, his tip pressing against the back of my throat.
