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Demyen’s expression flatlines. He slowly inches away from me and I’m suddenly filled with nauseating regret.
Shit, that was the wrong thing to say. I should have made something up?—
I’m pulled off the washing machine and spun around. His hands grope, fondle, stroke my body while he presses himself firmly against my back. I can feel the solid bulge in his pants rub against me and fuck, he’s practically throbbing.
“Oh, sweet Clara.” Demyen nips my ear as his hands slide up my stomach to cup my breasts. “All you have to do is ask.”
Fuck.Would he…? I mean,Iwouldn’t.
I don’t think…
“And then what?” His thumb and forefingers roll my nipples, gently pinching and tugging just to make me gasp. “Did I touch you like this while they watched? Were they jealous? Did they wish they could have you the way I do?”
Something deep within my core quivers with need. As if he knows, Demyen spreads his hand over my lower abdomen and presses. He kisses my neck and uses his other hand to undo his zipper and free his throbbing cock. I feel the heat and weight of it rest along the curve of my ass, and for a moment, I’m suddenly not opposed to him trying out that unexplored part of me.
“You’re mine.” There’s no arguing with him when he says it like that. I’m surprised to realize that I don’t actually want to.
I want him to do whatever he wants to do to me.
Demyen presses a hand between my shoulder blades until I’m face-down on the washing machine, the cold metal almost soothing to my nipples until it starts to stimulate them with the chill.
“You’re mine. And I’ll kill anyone who says otherwise.”
That should frighten me. Instead, it only makes me drip down my thighs as he kicks my legs wider apart and lands one, then two, then three stinging smacks on my quivering ass cheeks.
“Say it.”
I feel him line himself up to me, but he holds back. The tip rubs against my clit and it sends shivers of pleasure to my fingertips, but he still holds back from giving me what I want—what Ineed.
“Say it, Clara.”
“I’m yours.” I arch my ass up more just to prove it. Because, heaven help me, I actually mean every word. “I’m yours, Demyen. Only yours.”
“Mine.”
He pushes inside me, hard, and it sends the breath flying from my lungs. I barely have time to suck in a gasp when he tightens his grip and surges deeper, harder.
“Mine.”
Oh fuck, he’s filling me. He’s filling me and stretching me around him and God help me, I want more. I want more. “Please,” I whimper.
“Please, what?” Demyen growls with pleasure, his palms smoothing from my hips to my waist as he works his cock deeper. Only when his balls are nestled against my clit, every thick, throbbing inch of his shaft buried inside me, does he slow his pace. Instead of thrusting, he grinds, and I can’t hold back the guttural groan of pleasure.
“Please, Dem, fuck me.”
I can’t see it, but I can definitely hear the wicked grin on his face. “Fuck youhow?”
Oh, goddamn him!I need him to stop playing his fucking games and just fuckingfuckme already! I whimper, I whine, and I roll my hips until I’m shamelessly working myself on his cock without him moving.
Just like in my fantasy.
Fuck…
“Demyen, please!”
He answers with a firm smack to my ass, which makes my pussy spasm on his shaft. “Good, baby. Give it to me. Give me that sweet pussy. Work for me. That’s it.”
I give him what he wants and fuck, it’s what I want, too. I angle my hips so he rubs exactly where I need him to rub; I push back and pull off and push back at the speed I’m aching for him to give me.
