Page 115 of Hidden Empire

He looks like he wants to hesitate, but he can’t. “Pinch me if you need me to stop. You hear me, baby? You have to promise.”

I blink up at him, shivering at his tone. “Don’t worry, Dmitri,” I pur. “I’ll be a good girl and pinch you if I can’t take it.”

There’s a chance it’ll be too much for me. His cock is huge, and I gag almost every time I simply brush my tongue, but to hell if I’m not going to give it my best shot. Unless I’m about to throw up or suffocate, I’m not pinching him. No way.

His grip on my hair becomes tighter, using it to tug me closer. My lips wrap around him, covering my teeth. I have to breathe through my nose, needing air in my lungs to keep up with my racing heart.

Letting my hands fall to his thighs, I relax, offering him the ability to fully take control. My mouth becomes softer the more it waters, soaking his cock while Dmitri begins to use it. It’s easy to do it this way, all of the pressure to perform washing away. Instead of worrying about if I’m doing it right, I just have to suck while he fucks my mouth exactly the way he wants.

He’s cautious at first, but the more he moves, the better it feels and the less he can hold back. My clit is throbbing for some attention, and it goes ignored for now. I want him so close to coming that he could blow his load as soon as I sink down on top of him. Of course, I want him to pound into me for a while before he truly lets go.

I’m a slut for this man, who can blame me?

The head of his thick, warm cock starts to bump against the back of my throat, his thrusts becoming longer and deeper. I pull in more air from my nose rather than trying to struggle around his girth, fighting the instinct to choke.

“Fuck yes, that’s so good, baby,” he groans, making my stomach flutter and my clit throb. “You’re so fucking pretty on your knees for me.”

Dmitri’s eyes grow heavy with every glide between my lips, and his speed picks up, causing me to splutter more than once. He isn’t fazed by the gagging or the spit rolling down my chin, I think he actually loves it.

Dmitri loves me messy, I remind myself.

My eyes start to sting, water pooling in the corners and slowly seeping out. My mouth feels so swollen but pliant. Secretly I wish that he’d go even harder to really test out what I’m capable of. But this is enough for now.

I’m beginning to feel a bit floaty when he pulls out. “Stand up, Krasotka. I need your pussy.” I don’t even need to obey because he hefts me up before I can.

Cupping my sex over my clothes, he makes my clit pulse.

“You’re so fucking drenched, baby,” he groans, voice so heavy it borders on a growl. “You like your throat getting fucked this much?”

“So much,” I whimper.

“Too perfect,” he mutters, removing my spandex shorts. “Sexy as sin in your tight little workout clothes. What do I have to do to get you out of that class so no one can ever see you in this outfit again, hmm?”

So tempting. I’d drop the class right now if I thought he was seriously asking.

Watching as he sits down on the bench, I step between his legs. My red thong is tugged down roughly, pulled off of my legs, and left on top of my bottoms so they don’t touch the ground.

“Love?” I ask, cupping one side of his face.

“Yes, baby?”

“Don’t be gentle with me this time.”

Roughly, his hands grab my ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh. I gasp, and he grins, squeezing harder. “No problem.”

Dmitri pulls me into his lap, lifting me up to align us, and drives home.

My throat burns with the sound of sharp moans, my pussy stretching wide to accommodate his size. His hot lips surround one of my peaked nipples while I cry out.

“Fucking hell,” he curses, lifting me up by my ribs only to let me drop back down, using me like a sex toy to stroke his cock. The way he can just toss me around is so unreasonably sexy that I can’t get enough of it.

“Do that again,” I request, moaning the words.

“Yeah?” Dmitri asks, maneuvering me again. He lifts me up, my body hovering over his length with only the tip of his cock still notched inside. “Like this?”

He pulls me down this time, using more than just my weight to impale me. The way he forces us together, pumping his hips up and slamming me down to meet his thrust, has me instantly dizzied.

When I whimper, he uses his grip to circle my hips, grinding my clit against his stomach. “What’s that, Krasotka? Are you trying to tell me something?”

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