Page 97 of Hidden Empire
Oh lord, finally.
I fumble with his belt but ultimately get it off of him, unbuttoning his slacks next, eagerly aiming for his zipper. Once I get his pants parted open enough, I greedily snake my hand into his briefs.
Soft but solid skin greets me, and I whimper, pulling away the cotton to expose him, finally.
I freeze, mouth watering at my first look. His skin is darker here, the head of his cock like a bruised red, blood pumping under his flesh. He’s long and thick, the weight of his erection thumping against his belly button as I let it go to wiggle more of him out of his pants. Once his balls are free, I start to explore him with my hands.
A pearl of precum drips from the tip, and I touch it, using the tip of my finger to drag the liquid down his length. I surround him with both palms, staking them up to gauge his true length. I’d need another hand to cover him entirely. Fuck if that isn’t a bit scary, but I’m greedy for it, fear and all.
I want Dmitri. Every bit of him.
Unable to wait another moment, I straddle the exposed cock, sinking down to feel it against my pussy. The immediate feeling has me hooked.
Desire rolls down my spine like a hot ball of fire.
It’s like…
Magic.
My eyes threaten to roll. “Wow.”
“Mmm,” Dmitri hums in agreement.
“It’s like I forgot how this works already,” I joke, nervously biting my lip.
“Don’t worry, Krasotka,” he rumbles, guiding my hips. “I’ll show you again.”
One rock forward, and I’m burning up.
“Oooooh,” I gasp, dropping my head back. “It feels so good.”
“That’s a good girl,” he encourages, helping me move my pussy along the length of his dick. “There you go, keep going just like that.”
By now, he’s more than aware of what his praise does to me.
His skin is like velvet against mine, so soft even though he’s rock solid. He’s throbbing, precum dripping from the tip that should be dripping into my pussy.
“Maybe we can put it in,” I suggest, almost pleading.
“Jade…”
“Just the tip,” I amend, circling my hips. “It doesn’t count unless you’re all the way in, it’s okay.”
He arches a dark brow. “Is that how it works, Krasotka?”
I nod eagerly. “Definitely. We just slip the tip in a little bit. I want the whole thing, can’t I just have a little bit to hold me over, love?”
“Goddamn,” he rasps. “Just the tip?”
I hold back a squeal.
“Just the tip.”
His head drops in a nod of approval, and I nearly come right there.
I don’t waste a second, refusing to let his mind change because of any sort of hesitation on my end. My fingers close around his shaft, feeling it wet with my own arousal, and I try to maneuver it to line up at my center.
Dmitri has to lift me up to get it there. With his thighs so wide and his dick standing so tall, my knees can’t get close enough together on the bed for the right height to hover above his length.