Paying The Bratva’s Debt

manhood in a brown paper bag.
So, no. I may want Fiona with a fury that almost scares me. But when I take her to bed, she’ll be moaning for it.
I take a breath, calming myself. I turn away from her, ending the conversation because I have to. I climb from the pool and stalk across the patio to the outdoor shower. The small enclosure is only partially private. Through the slats of the wood plank walls, I watch her. The water streams over me, cleansing the chlorine from my skin and my shorts. But my cock aches as I watch her look back at her book. The sun glistens off of her creamy skin, beckoning me. Enticing me.
Goading me.
Fiona rolls over onto her front, still reading her book. I shut the water off, clenching my jaw as I watch her. I step from the shower, knowing I should go inside. But I don’t. I can’t. It’s like there’s a magnetism about her sucking me in. And for all my strength and toughness, I can’t resist her. I barely even realize I’m stalking towards her until I’m standing right beside her.
“You’ll burn.”
She gasps, startled by me. She glances over her shoulder at me, blushing. Her teeth drag across her bottom lip again, and it’s all I can do not to groan out loud. My eyes slide over her back, glistening in the sunlight. They slide lower, over her tight, curvy ass and smooth thighs. But then I drag them back to her eyes.
“The sunlight,” I growl. “Do you have any sunscreen on?”
She half smiles. I’m sure she’s confused and maybe amused at the dangerous, rough Bratva kingpin worrying about her getting a goddamn sunburn.
“I don’t actually. I wasn’t sure where—”
“Wait here.”
I walk over to the bar area by the side of the pool. Reaching into one of the cabinets, I pull out lotion and turn to walk back over to her. I don’t ask, I just squeeze some out onto my hands and look down at her.
“Oh,” Fiona blushes deeply. “I can—”
“I’ll get your back.”
She trembles slightly. Her teeth drag across her lip, and I can see her face burning hotly. But there’s a glimmer in her eyes. And besides, I know her secret. I know what she does at night under her sheets in the dark, after looking at pictures of me without a shirt on.
I sit on the edge of the lounger, reach over her, and lower my hands to her skin. I have to bite back the growl when my fingers touch her soft, warm skin. My cock thickens to steel in half a second as my hands slide across her back. The lotion slicks across her skin, and I feel her tremble beneath me. She lowers her head, her red hair tumbling across her face.
I slide up and down, kneading her skin and the muscles beneath. A low, soft little sound escapes her lips. I know it’s a sigh of contentment. But it’s so similar to a moan of pleasure that it ignites the fire in me. My fingers drag slickly over her skin. Without hesitating, they pluck at the tie of her top. Fiona gasps when she feels me do it. But when it falls to her sides and my hands are no longer hindered, she murmurs softly.
I bite back the growl. My desire surges as my hands slide down to the small of her back. I pour more of the lotion onto her skin and knead it deeply. She moans again for me, writhing a little beneath my touch. I can see her ass flexing and her thighs clenching together. It makes me want to yank those thighs apart and see where else needs my attention.
One of my hands stays on the small of her back. The other slides over her hips and then down the backs of her thighs. I rub deeply, my fingers curling down into the valley between her legs. Fiona whimpers, sending my hunger racing to the surface. Her body quivers under my touch. Her breathing gets faster. And then her legs spread—not overly, but just enough to make my balls swell.
Wordlessly, I slide my hand higher. And then higher still, up the inside of her thigh. She’s whimpering overtly now, moaning softly. My fingers brush higher until they stop just short of where her bikini bottom is pulled tight between her legs. Christ, I can almost feel the heat of her little cunt through the black lycra.
And then she moans. If she’d stayed quiet, I may have stopped myself. But that sound wrecks my control. She moans softly, and my hand keeps moving. I slide it up until my knuckles drag over her pussy, through her suit. Fiona gasps and then moans sweetly. She whimpers into her arms, and I feel her legs widen as she lifts her hips.
I grin hungrily. She’s as eager for this as I am.
I boldly cup her eager cunt, and I groan as I lean over her.
“You’re wet for me,” I growl.
Fiona whimpers, her breath coming in hitches.
“I—I—”
“I like that you’re wet for me,” I groan. My hand cups her pussy a little firmer, and I start to rub. My one hand is massaging the small of her back, but the one between her thighs begins to tease. My cock is straining against my shorts like it might tear a hole in them. But my focus is all her.
My finger drags up and down her seam through the black suit. I can feel her getting even warmer and wetter under my touch. She squirms, whimpering and moaning softly even as I keep teasing her. My hunger grows, surging inside until I can’t resist it any longer. With a low growl, I slide my fingers under the edge of her suit and slip them inside.
Fiona moans eagerly when my fingers slide over her bare pussy. She’s fucking drenched for me, too. I push my fingers over her slickness, parting her lips to seek her entrance. I