I steal his words by taking him as deeply into my throat as I can. My impatience wasn’t just to stop him saying something he couldn’t take back, it was also because I couldn’t wait a second longer to have his beautifully thick cock between my lips. My mouth is watering at the thought of tasting his cum, and I won’t mention the slick wetness between my legs.
The pain I experienced last night makes sense when my lips burn from being stretched beyond what’s comfortable. His eyewatering girth and length also explain why he’s lax on protection. The condoms my nanna shoved into my hand not long after my sixteenth birthday will never get close to covering him up. He’s too thick. Too long. Too delicious for the threat of a little STI to stop me from devouring him.
There’s also the thought of bringing a man as powerful as him to his knees. I’ve barely strived for a single thing in my life, but I want this more than anything. I don’t want to take his power, I merely want him to share it with me for just a second.
An orgasm builds like a tornado in the lower half of my stomach when Dimitri’s wish to clutch my hair sees him licking the fingers he had inside of me. He cleans them as if my juices are tastier than the breakfast we shared.
Once all the evidence of my arousal is cleared away, he rakes his fingers through my hair as if his hand is a comb before he secures it in a tight ponytail at the back of my head. I anticipate for him to steal all the control from here, so you can imagine my surprise when his grip on my hair doesn’t alter the speed of my sucks. He just drinks it all in, loving that not even a strand of over-bleached hair blocks his view.
Stroke after stroke, I take him deeper. I’m greedy, so much so, every suck has the head of his cock bottoming out at the back of my throat. I gag but continue, more than happy to suffer the injustice if it keeps him moaning the way he is.
When his dick jerks several long minutes later, I swivel my tongue around the rim circling his knob, moaning when my eagerness to taste his precum produces more of the sticky substance.
“You like this, don’t you? You’ve wanted my cock between your lips for months.”
I don’t deny the cockiness in his tone because everything he said is true. I wanted this even while in the room he tortured my father in.
After flattening my tongue to ensure his impressive manhood sinks to the very back of my throat, I raise my eyes to Dimitri’s. His are showcasing his triumph, smug as fuck I didn’t deny his claim.
“Finish me.” This isn’t a command. It’s a beg. He’s as undone as me and just as desperate. “Then, perhaps if you’ve shown you can follow orders, I’ll let you come with us today.”
Although his response has me all types of excited, it has nothing to do with him bending the rules. I love how on edge his voice is. Anyone would think this has been in his dreams as often as mine the past few weeks.
“It’ll be my pleasure.”
My husky words draw his balls in close to his body. He’s on the brink, and the realization that I’m going to push him over the edge has me hollowing my cheeks to the point it’s painful.
“Fuck, Roxie,” Dimitri growls on a moan, his hips rocking. “You’re such a wildcat, a dirty, filthy fucking minx.” I love his use of my nickname, not to mention the dirty words that followed it. The way he loses control is as intoxicating as the taste of his mouthwatering cock. “I’m going to come down your throat, then I’ll give you everything you want.” His arrogant smirk should be one of his less stellar features. It isn’t, especially when it’s directed straight at me. “Well, as much as you can take. I don’t want to ruin your sweet little pussy before customizing it to my cock.”
My moans whizz out of my nose, forced there by Dimitri’s dick commanding every inch of my throat. He pumps in and out of me, burying himself deeper with every thrust. He face-fucks me until I forget this is supposed to be about getting him off. His dirty words, the taste of his scrumptious cock, and the tight grip he has on my hair has me right there with him, on the very peak of the cliff, ready to fall, but I hold back, remembering he needs this as much as me. Keeping your head above water is exhausting in general, let alone when you’re dealing with all the shit Dimitri is. I doubt he’s let go of the reins like this in months, if not years.
“Look at me.”
My hands fly out to get a grip on Dimitri’s thighs when the collision of our eyes sees him losing control. With his head thrown back and his hand holding my mouth hostage to his cock, he pumps into me two more times before the saltiness of his cum floods my tongue.
Giving head isn’t supposed to have this level of fireworks associated with it. I never enjoyed doing it to my college boyfriends and usually spat out evidence of their excitement within a second of their bodies expelling it, but this time around, I suck it down as if it’s liquid gold, moaning when its slipperiness soothes the burn of my throat from my hearty screams.
I’ve hardly mollified the blister when I’m plucked from the ground, spun around, then curled over the kitchen counter. My knees knock when the lowering of Dimitri’s hand to my pussy is quickly chased by a growl. “You’re still swollen. If I take you now, you’ll be all types of fucked by sunrise.” My knees join for any entirely different reason when he adds, “Perhaps that’s the solution to your disobedience? Maybe I should hurt you so bad, the only thing you’ll consider doing today is soaking in a tub for hours on end.”
My worry he’s reneging on his offer doesn’t linger for long. His fingers are too wondrous to instigate any emotions not fueled by need. He drags them through the folds of my clenching sex before circling them around the nub dying for his attention. “You’re so fucking wet for me. You are dripping like my head didn’t leave your cunt the past hour.”
I don’t respond. I can’t. He’s barely touching me, and I’m on the cusp of a climax.
“You better get a heap louder than that if you want me to give you permission to come.”
He doesn’t need to ask me twice. I moan like I’m possessed while grinding down on his hand as if it’s as ribbed as his cock.
“Please,” I beg a short time later. “I need…”
“Me,” Dimitri fills in like anyone else is on my mind. “Because that’s all you’re going to get from here on out. Me and only me. Do you hear me, Roxanne?”
Sweat rolls down my cheeks when I frantically nod. It’s more submissive than when I was on my knees being fed his cock one marvelous inch at a time, but he still wants more.
“Say it.”
“You,” I squawk like a canary, my fantasies shattered by a reality better than any dream. “I’ll only ever want you.”
Dimitri pinches my clit until my every sense is being held captive by a madman. “And the walking out part? What about that?”
