“Fuck,” Dimitri moans on a growl when he lines up his cock before he drives home, sheathing me with one quick thrust.
He was right. It does hurt, but it also feels right. I’ve always felt a little lost like I don’t quite belong. I’m not experiencing that now. Fien is the cure to unlocking Dimitri’s misery, but I could very well be the key to the cabinet holding the potion.
My hips jerk upward when our exchange goes further than our previous attempt. With his feet splayed to the width of his shoulders and his eyes locked on my overstuffed pussy, Dimitri circles the bundle of nerves between my legs with his thumb, bringing the pain ripping through me down from a ten to a seven.
“I need you wet for me, Roxie. If I pull out now, I’ll fucking tear you. You’re clutching me too tightly.”
His unusual use of my nickname shocks me for a second. Not enough to stop me from hatching a wickedly intense plan, but enough to add a quiver to my voice. “Kiss me.”
When his eyes lift to mine, certain he heard me wrong, the pain lowers by another notch. “What?”
“Kiss me,” I repeat, smiling at the shock in his tone. “If you want me wet enough not to hurt me, kiss me.”
I grunt in pain when my request causes him to notch another inch of his cock inside of me. I doubt he’s all the way in, but I’m too in awe at how skillfully he kisses to worry about him never fully entering me.
Within ten seconds, I’m so caught up in our kiss, my clenched muscles relax.
Within twenty seconds, I’m kissing him as intensely as he’s kissing me.
Within thirty seconds, the rock of our conjoined hips sees his cock moving in and out of me in rhythm with his explorative tongue. We’re not close to fucking, but for how fast we got to this stage, I can see us reaching that peak remarkably quick.
“That’s better,” Dimitri says as he slants back so he can take in the sight of his cock pumping in and out of me. I don’t need to peer down to know the evidence of my excitement is tinged with blood. The tangy scent in the air is evidence enough, much less Dimitri’s increase in breaths. “But it could be better.”
I feel excruciatingly empty when he suddenly withdraws before he requests my eyes to his. It’s a void that’s filled by a blinding climax when the collision of our eyes causes cum to erupt from Dimitri’s cock. As my name tears from his throat, he coats my pussy with his spawn before he uses his still-erect cock to push the murky white substance inside of me.
He stuffs in two inches, pulls back out, swipes his engorged knot across my clit, then reenters with an extra inch. He continues doing this until the shudders making it seem as if I’m possessed, weakened to a shiver, and almost every inch of his impressive cock is inside of me.
As he rocks in and out of me, his speed increasing along with my moans, the ache of taking a man his size is notable. Although it’s painful, it is a good ache, one I’m certain I’ll crave time and time again.
“Lock your ankles around my back.”
I immediately jump to his command. He’s more experienced than me, and for now, I’m happy to use his skills to my advantage.
“Now, give me your eyes.”
Pleasure overwhelms me when his cock throbs from the collision of our eyes. I’m being stretched beyond repair and am certain I’ll be in pain for days after this, but the sensation roaring through me is unbelievable. My orgasm is coming hard and fast, but I want it right now. I’m barely grasping reality. I am too far down the rabbit hole to think about anything but my raging libido.
“More.”
Dimitri spreads my thighs wider before he drives into me on repeat.
“Faster.”
He grunts and hisses as he pushes me to the very brink of despair.
“Harder.”
He fucks me like he’s possessed. Pumping, grinding, and stroking every inch of me. His hands are swamping my tits, his pelvis is grinding into my clit, and his cock is commanding every inch of my pussy.
This is better than I could have ever imagined. Our fuck is raw and primal, but it’s also brimming with emotions. We should be enemies who hate everything about each other. He hurt people I loved, killed others I didn’t, and spanked me in a room full of spectators, yet, our bodies come together as if they’ve intimately known each other for years.
A sensation I’ve never experienced before gathers inside of me. It builds with every thrust of Dimitri’s hips and each lively glint in his eyes. No one could accuse him of being dark and dangerous right now. There’s too much light in his eyes—too much life.
When realization sinks in, a climax slams into me.
I’m responsible for the shift of color in his eyes.
Me.
