Page 70 of Wicked Knight

I moan out loud as he sucks hard on my clit, teasing the orgasm from me.

Seconds later, he has me lost in delirium as I come, writhing in his grasp.

He holds me in place, pumping more pleasure into me with his tongue, then he stands and shrugs out of his clothes.

I admire the masterpiece of his naked body and his erect cock straining toward me. He grabs it and flexes his hand down his length as if showcasing it to me.

“Ready for me, Spider?”

“Yes.”

“Come here.” He reaches for me, lifting my leg around his waist and cupping my face. “Remember, I won’t be gentle.”

“I don’t want you to be.”

Dmitri leans close, until we breathe the same air. “Good.”

He lines up his cock with my entrance, pushes in, then thrusts deep inside my pussy.

My skin goes up in flames, and an electric shock paralyzes my soul from the impact. I cry out loud, unable to control the sound.

I was ready for him, but he’s so big, and the possession of his relentless thrusts has my entire body caught in a maelstrom.

We both groan as he slides back and forth in my passage. The sweet sensation then ripples through me, and we stare deep into each other’s eyes, as if marking this moment as the end of our friendship and the start of something new.

He’s not my friend anymore. The thought is almost bittersweet. It floats through my mind like leaves in the wind, and it’s gone when he pulls out a little and thrusts back in again.

Speeding up as he moves inside me, the gesture reminding me he was never reallyjusta friend.

Shoving me harder against the wall, he tunnels into my body, his hard cock going deeper, harder, faster, claiming me just as he said he would—not gently.

It hurts, but it’s a good sort of pain, and I cry out as such from the wild pleasure coursing through me.

He lifts me so I can wrap my legs around him, then he ruts into me like an animal, fucking me like he owns every part of me.

I come again, grabbing his shoulders and throwing my head back. That encourages him to fuck me even harder.

Dmitri pounds into me with desperation, locking me in the mad rhythm and holding me captive to his mercy.

The sloppy wet sounds of our arousal and slaps of flesh against flesh dominate the air. I’m glad he’s holding me, or I would’ve faded away the moment he slid inside me.

My body trembles from numbness and heat, and just when I think it’s too much, he gives me more.

A deep grunt rumbles from his chest as he fucks me faster, his vicious pace escalating by the second. I’ve never been taken in such a way.

It’s crazy, wild, and raw, angry fucking. He hammers into me, claiming my body like he’s making up for lost time and wants to cleanse me of anyone before him. Like there never should have been anyone but him.

That’s how it should have been for both of us.

His hand slides up to my neck and catches my throat. “Tell me you’re mine, Mackenzie.”

I gaze down at him pounding into me, looking like he needs to hear me say the words. “I’m yours.”

“Always. Remember that. You’re mine always.”

“I’m yours.”

Another orgasm grips me, and my shriek echoes in the air. My pussy pulses around his cock, my body convulsing. The wild orgasm tears through me like a tornado, and I’m helpless in its grasp.