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I couldn’t form a coherent sentence right now if he offered me a million dollars to do it. I’m so full, sensitive walls snugly holding him so tight inside of me that nothing else matters. Where I end, he begins. We’re so damn glued together, and I never want to be pulled apart.
“You turn me on so much,” I whimper the admission.
“This pussy is so fucking greedy today,” he says, proving my point. “She’s hugging me so fucking tight, baby. Trying to keep me buried in her for as long as possible.”
I tremble, running my nose along his throat before latching my lips around the side of his neck. I suck hard, playing with my tongue against the skin.
Dmitri can’t leave marks on me without starting a domino effect of consequences, but I can mark him up all I want. He hisses, and I move on to a lower spot, giving it the same treatment.
“Bruise me, baby,” he encourages. “Show them.”
He’s the absolute best. He knows what I’m doing and he doesn’t mind the little bite of pain if it means appeasing me. I release his neck to look at my work, admiring the blooming redness that will turn purple soon. Having never given one before, my hickies look pretty nice.
Dmitri reaches between my legs, fingering my clit with expert precision. He’s driving into me with so much force that the bench shakes and my walls clench hard. The desire to come hits me like a truck, climax cresting high.
“I love you,” I whine, letting the only words I can think flow freely.
“Right now, you love my cock,” he corrects, kissing between my tits. “Go ahead and show me how much, baby. Drench me in cum, Krasotka.”
I don’t care how long we’ve been in here or how loud I’m getting as I reach the edge of ecstasy. Dmitri pushes me over the limit, and I scream into his shoulder, the sound only slightly muffled against his skin.
My pussy tightens and releases like a vice, contracting around his length.
“Look how well you fucking take it,” he groans before meeting his own end. He’s so deep that when his cock swells, hot cum floods my damn cervix. There’s no way I won’t be sore tomorrow.
Hell, there’s no way I won’t be sore tonight.
Dmitri reaches for my panties, directing me to step into them before I can go wash up. He does the same with my shorts and starts to tame my sexed-up hair.
“Dmitri, I’m still full of cum,” I remind him, shifting on my feet with how wet and sticky my vagina is.
“Good,” he rumbles, sending a swift smack to my ass. “If I can’t mark you up visibly, you get to walk around with a firm reminder of who you belong to.”
“Don’t talk like that, or we’ll never leave this room,” I threaten.
He chuckles. “If we never leave this room, how am I supposed to have you bent over my bed, taking another pounding later tonight?”
And just like that, I’m ready to leave.
“Come on, I want to see her face when she sees your neck.”
It’s even better than I’d hoped. All of Dmitri’s men kept their eyes averted, showing respect no matter what they’d just heard coming from the locker room. But her, whoever she is, looks devastated.
Perfect.
Chapter 31
Jade
The next morning, I’m not just sore, I’m in pain. The lowest bit of my stomach hurts so badly that it cramps. If I didn’t already not have class, there’s no way I would be going. I can barely stand in the shower, wincing every time I shift to wash myself.
Did Dmitri really fuck me so hard that I have cramps?
Well, damn. That’s a first for us.
He took me so long last night, maybe I shouldn’t be surprised. There were a few times that he thrust so deep my cervix screamed in protest, but I devoured the discomfort. I loved that he could even get that deep.
Fuck, I’m definitely going to take some Ibuprofen or something. I know Matteo has some, and he won’t mind sparing a few. He always shares pain relief when I have cramps. I frown, focused on the word cramp.