Page 100 of Hidden Empire

My pussy starts to convulse, squeezing and releasing around his thick cock. Shaky intakes of air keep me lucid while he takes me to a level I’ve never experienced before.

“Mmm, there you go,” he growls, keeping pace. His pubic bone brushes against my clit with each consistent thrust, and my mind begins to break.

Noises I can’t describe fall from my lips, damp wisps of hair clinging to my neck and chest. My skin burns with a delicious heat, and every touch to my clit radiates through me gloriously.

“Look at the mess you’re making,” Dmitri tsks with a sexy gleam in his eyes. “Your sweet little pussy is soaking me, baby. Look at you being so good for me, coating my cock in your cum. Do it again, Krasotka.”

“A-again?” I gasp.

“Again,” he confirms, picking up his rhythm. The hand on my stomach drags down, finding my clit with ease. He starts to twirl it between two fingers before I can ask how to do it again. The first orgasm hasn’t even finished when the second one crashes into me.

Every sensation becomes too much, hitting me with a blinding pleasure so unexpected that all I can do is scream.

“Aghhhh!” I cry out, goosebumps peppering down my arms and ribs.

My throat aches, and my eyes slam shut while I fist the bed beneath me, holding on tight. It’s too much and yet I can’t ask him to stop. I can’t even stop myself.

My hips lift and shift to meet his every stroke, addicted to the pleasure he provides.

“Mmmm, perfect,” he purrs, dragging his tongue up my breast to wrap it around my peaked nipple. He sucks while he continues to drive into me, teasing every bit of me that he can reach. “My perfect girl, taking everything I give her.”

My mouth drops open in an O. “D-Dmitri.”

“One more, Krasotka,” he tells me, looking up from my tits. “Clench this needy little pussy around my cock for one more peak, baby. I want you coming for me when I fill you up. Come on, you can do it.”

“I can’t?—”

“Uh-uh,” he disagrees. “Yes, you can, love. You’re right there, I can feel it. Just a little more—ohhhh, there it is.”

I almost don’t believe him when he says it, but it’s true. I’m fucking coming, again. My hands latch around his biceps, holding on as tight as I can while his muscles flex in my grip.

Dmitri cradles me close, putting his forehead to mine as he lets go. Thrusts become less controlled, movements become shakier, his cock swells up, and eventually, warmth floods me.

“Fuuuck, Krasotka,” he groans, coming deep inside of my pussy.

Our lips meet and we kiss each other through it, panting for air while intertwining our tongues. His taste is almost as addictive as his touch.

As our orgasms subside, reality comes crashing back in, and I have no regrets. Everything feels light and airy, like I’m floating among the clouds above us. That was fucking amazing, and I only have Dmitri to thank for it. He didn’t just take care of me, he rocked my whole world.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly, pulling his softening cock out of me.

“I’m incredible,” I respond, smiling up at him. Looking down, I wince slightly. “Except maybe I should clean up, I feel a little sticky.”

He chuckles. “You’re so soft and wet right now, though. It’s very sexy.”

“Is it?” I grin. “I’ll have to remember that. Dmitri loves me messy.”

“Dmitri loves you, period,” he corrects, kissing my nose.

My heart races, a confession bubbling up my chest.

“Such a sweetheart,” I tease, kissing his nose back.

“Only to you.”

“Just the way I like it.”

“I didn’t pressure you too much, did I?” I ask, biting my lip. “You’re not mad at me, right? You didn’t feel like you had to?”

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