Page 69 of Wicked Knight
“You can never miss metoomuch, Spider. If you have a limit, I’m not doing my job properly.”
He can do whatever he wants to me. I’ll take it. “I’m still waiting for you.”
“Oh yeah, that’s right. I still need to do the job. Let me show you.”
With a sinful grin, he carries me across the stage, and we move through the backdrop curtains. We stop between the decorated wall and the crates of stage supplies, where we’ll be completely hidden. We’re alone here, but even if someone were to come by, they wouldn’t find us.
Dmitri lowers me to my feet but pushes me up against the wall and kisses me like a man starving for oxygen.
His kiss is possessive with a hint of playfulness that comes out when he drags my bottom lip out with his teeth.
He smiles against my lips as I try not to giggle.
“You like that?” He brushes his nose against mine.
“Yes.”
“Good, little spider.” His hungry eyes bore into me, filled with wanton desire, making me shudder from the intensity. “I plan to unravel you piece by piece so I can worship every inch of your body. When I’m done with you, you’ll know who you belong to. Then you can worship me, too.”
My throat dries as if stuffed with sand and cotton from the rawness of his words. But the sensation is quickly replaced by the heat of his lips as he crushes them to mine again.
Wrapping his strong arms around my body, he molds his hard chest to mine, and I part my lips for his tongue to taste me, and me to taste him. That taste of power, masculinity, and sin.
Dmitri kisses me back with passion and need and hunger, pushing me harder against the wall. His hard cock presses into my stomach, the stab making my pussy heat and clench with that desperation for him to be inside.
He rolls his hips into mine, and I moan into his mouth.
Every nerve under my skin is ablaze and my mind adrift, charged with electricity.
His cock rubs between my thighs, and I remember how long and thick it is. My body responds to his like a magnet, and I get lost in his kisses and his touch.
Dmitri pulls away, leaving me panting and needing him to come back to my lips, but his eyes promise more.
With a flick of his fingers, he undoes the little tie on the side of my wrap-over sweater and peels it off me. Then he feels up my breasts with both hands and tugs at my leotard. “Take your clothes off for me. I want to watch you. Take everything off.”
“Okay…”
My hands tremble as I slide the leotard down my body, taking off my skirt and panties at the same time.
I take off my bra and slip out of my shoes, setting everything to the side by the nearest crate.
Dmitri grabs my arm and turns me so my back is to him. Then he bends me over slightly so he can run his hands over my ass, squeezing my cheeks.
“Fuck. I’m never going to get enough of you, Mackenzie Domachenkov.”
I glance back at him, holding his gaze. His fingers flutter to the slit of my pussy, and I flinch.
“You’re already so wet for me.” He slides his fingers into my wet folds and strokes my clit.
I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling the pulse in my clit throb from the stroke of his thick fingers.
I gasp as he flips me around, then he’s crouching and spreading my legs.
He buries his face between my thighs and licks me once across my folds before he starts eating me up, lapping, biting, tasting.
I breathe hard between the thrusts of his tongue, pressing into the wall while I relish the attention he’s giving my body.
This is unreal. He’s unreal, and I’ll happily go crazy on the pleasure he’s giving me.