Page 99 of Hidden Empire
“Khristos,” he curses. “You feel so fucking good, Krasotka.”
One of my hands fall, and I use it to cup my breast, the sensitive nipple tightening under the light weight of my palm.
“Get them out,” he instructs, eyes on my chest.
I almost can’t follow the order, going dizzy as he pulls out and sinks back in. One plunge, and I can feel an orgasm buzzing within me, building in my core.
My hands shakily strip my top off, bra going with it while Dmitri starts a deep and slow pace, plunging in and out of me, testing the waters.
It’s too torturous like this, too teasing.
“Faster,” I beg, running my hands up his chest.
He complies without argument, driving his hips forward with more speed than before. Describing how good it feels is impossible with nothing to compare it to. I just know we’re going to do this a lot more.
My tits jump as we grind, drawing his eye.
This time, I don’t have to ask him to go faster, he does it all on his own. The deeper he thrusts, the harder his pelvis presses right against my clit.
Holy fuck, I’m on fire.
I can’t stop moaning and fucking him back, humping against his strikes. My pussy clenches with the particularly pleasurable hits, squeezing around his cock. It only heightens the impact, pushing me closer to the edge of bliss.
Hand cupping the back of my neck, Dmitri tugs me closer. “Look at that, baby.”
Watching as he pumps in and out of me, I whimper.
His cock is stained red.
“Do you think you could be any more mine now, baby?”
“N-no.”
“That’s right,” he agrees tightly. “How does it feel drenching my cock with your virginity, love? Does it feel just right?”
Of course, it does. “I love it.”
His teeth flash in a victorious smile. “Good.”
I start to lose myself in the heat, every touch becoming more delicious.
“I never want to stop.”
“The finale is the best part,” he taunts, leaning down to nip at my breasts with blunt teeth. “Don’t you want to come for me, Krasotka?”
The bud of building pleasure swells in my middle, my muscles growing tight in preparation for what’s coming.
I don’t know what to say or how to act, all I can do is feel what he’s doing to me.
“Dmitri,” I whine, lost in the moment.
“You’re so close, baby,” he encourages. “There you go, let it all in, show me how good it feels.”
“So good,” I echo, breathing out. “Want more.” I don’t even know what in particular I’m asking for, but I’m asking for it.
“Come for me, and I’ll give you another,” he offers through gritted teeth, trying to hold back. “You can do it, Krasotka. I feel you tightening up, focus on that feeling building right here—” he puts a hand on the lowest bit of my stomach “—let it take over, baby. I’ve got you.”
“I…” I lose my words and my breath, pleasure rushing through my body like white-hot lightning. “Oh, yessss!”