The Bratva's Heir (Underworld Kings)

After a moment’s hesitation, she nods.

Our suite is stocked with toiletries and fresh clothes—this time, clothing actually purchased for Clare, not borrowed from Yury’s sister.

I turn the water on in the shower, all five faucets. The glass box fills with steam, water raining down from overhead and thundering out from two sides.

I had intended to let Clare shower first, but as soon as I see her naked body, slippery with soap, I join her.

She’s marked all over, not just on her ass. I was not gentle with her last night.

Perhaps remembering this, she soaps the washcloth and begins to wash my body, gently and carefully, like a servant. Hoping to please me.

Her delicate touch, combined with the hot water, is phenomenally relaxing. I lean against the cool glass, letting her soap my chest, my abdomen, and even my cock. It swells as she washes my balls, hanging heavy over the back of her hand.

Clare kneels down in the shower to wash my legs and even the tops of my feet.

There’s something impossibly erotic in her bowed head, her slim shoulders, her attentive touch. She bites the edge of her lip. I’m certain if I were to touch her pussy lips, I would find them wet with much more than shower water. She enjoys this as much as I do. It makes her heart race, kneeling before me.

Now my cock juts straight out, stiff enough to split the skin.

Clare looks up at me, waiting for the order to put it in her mouth.

Instead, I say, “Go sit on that bench.”

Confused, Clare rises and takes a new position on the shower’s bench seat.

Now it’s me who kneels before her, something new to my experience.

Clare has been such a good girl, she deserves a reward.

And I want something too—the taste of that sweet pussy in my mouth.

I push her knees apart, exposing her cunt.

I use my fingers to part her lips, examining her most private and intimate parts.

Clare blushes, raising her hand like she wants to push me away, but she knows better than to try to stop me.

With her pussy lips parted, I can see the smooth little nub of her clit, tiny and exquisitely sensitive. I rub the ball of my thumb across it. Her knees try to clamp together but they’re spread by the width of my shoulders. Her thighs quiver, and she leans her head back against the shower wall, panting softly.

Her nipples stand out stiff on her chest.

I lean forward, pressing my mouth against her cunt. I inhale her scent, barely discernible through the soapy steam, but present nonetheless—a sweet, rich musk, finer than any perfume.

I run my tongue up her slit, dancing the tip across her exposed clit.

Now she can’t help herself; she plunges her hand into my hair and moans helplessly, pressing my face against her pussy.

I lick her clit with long, flat strokes, reaching up with my hand to caress her soapy breasts. I was rough with her nipples last night, nibbling and pulling on them until she cried out over and over again.

Today I massage her breasts gently, running my palms over her nipples, making her moan deeply and helplessly, like she’ll do anything as long as I keep going.

I put her thighs over my shoulders, my hands under her ass, and in one motion I stand up, lifting her in the air.

Now she’s completely helpless, trapped on my shoulders, her hands gripping my hair. I plunge my tongue deep inside of her, her clit grinding against my face.

Her gasps are giddy and terrified. I’m sure she’s lightheaded from the heat of the shower, the water pounding directly down on her head, the steam filling her lungs.

Still, she rolls her hips against my face, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her buttocks as I fuck her with my tongue.

She starts to come. I can taste the rush of pheromones, the delicious chemical alchemy of her climax. I lap against her clit, drinking every drop of her sweetness, eating her alive.

As the first wave passes, I grab her waist and slide her down my body, lowering her down on my raging cock. She gasps as I penetrate her swollen, sensitive pussy, her thighs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck.

We’re fucking face to face now, something I do almost as rarely as eating pussy. I kiss her, letting her taste her own sweetness lingering in my mouth. Her lips are soft and swollen, her tongue warmer than I’ve felt it before.

She starts to come all over again, with almost no break in between, and I find myself coming too, without warning, without control.

Usually I have to work to come, I have to fuck hard and aggressive. This climax takes hold of me without my consent. I’m exploding inside of her before I know what’s happening. The force of it is so powerful that my legs go weak; I can hardly hold us both up.