Page 112 of Bratva Butcher

His eyes rolled back into his head and he let loose a deep, masculine groan filled with nothing but pure satisfaction. Pleasure shot up my spine. “Oh, fucking hell,” I breathed out, my head falling back and thumping against the wall.

He fuckingfeasted.It wasn’t slow or soft. It was hard, forceful. He moved his tongue and his lips all over me, kissing my pussy like he’d just done with my mouth, full of eagerness and drive.

“Dimitri, shit. Fuck, yes. Yes.” I rolled my hips and gripped my breasts with both hands, squeezing tightly.

“Fucking show them to me. Now,” he demanded, and all I wanted to do was please him.

I pulled down the straps of my dress, followed by my bra. My breasts spilt out. He reached one hand up and closed his palm over one. He squeezed, and it felt ten times better when he did it.

His tongue, warm and wet, moved faster, circling my clit. Ecstasy swam in my veins. It felt so good. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.

Dimitri was already so attuned with my body that he knew. He fucking knew. Pleasure burst throughout my whole body when he rammed two fingers inside me, and turned his head to latch his teeth into my skin at the apex of my thighs. He bit down hard as he pumped his fingers in and out, and I screamed, pure euphoria drowning me. He rode me through the high perfectly, his fingers still moving inside me until my body stopped shaking. He took them out, absolutely covered in my wetness. He sucked them into his mouth, his eyes staying firmly on me.

My legs wobbled, but this time, Dimitri didn’t let me fall. His strong hands gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place. He kissed my pussy once before moving upwards, biting into me through my dress. Pain and pleasure mingled together beautifully with each delicious bite. He sank his teeth into thecurve of my hip hard enough to make me hiss. He moved up, biting the skin right under my breast next. He sucked hard, and I had no doubt there would be a mark there later.

“I want you fucking covered in my marks,” he growled against me as he moved across to my other breast. He sealed his mouth over my nipple, and I moaned as more pleasure burst inside me.

Why does the idea of being absolutely covered in marks by Dimitri Volkov turn me on so much?

He nibbled up my chest, biting and sucking into my skin. He gripped my face, turned it to the side forcefully so he could keep going up my neck completely uninterrupted, and I let him. I let him mark me. Let him bite me. I fuckingwantedit. More than anything.

“You’re fucking perfection,” he whispered huskily into my ear.

I shivered.

“I’m going to fuck you now,malen’kaya d’yavolitsa.” He moved his hands to his pants and pulled out his cock. I was desperate to see it. To put it in my mouth and give him the same pleasure he gave me. But he had other plans. He moved his head back slightly to look at me. “If you want to punch me again, go right ahead.” A dark smirk curled on his lips. “I fucking like it.” And then he rammed inside me with one, deep thrust.

We both moaned at the same time. He pinned my body to the wall and started hammering into me. No delicacy. No finesse. It was a pure rutting, and it was the hottest thing to ever happen to me. With each thrust, more and more pleasure assaulted me, taking me over.

“Give me your fucking mouth, Autumn,” he grunted, pounding and pounding and pounding.

I didn’t give it. “Fucking take it, Butcher.”

His eyes flashed. He gripped my chin painfully hard (I loved it) and he did exactly what I said. He clamped his mouth overmine and shoved his tongue past my lips. I kissed him back, our tongues dueling for supremacy.

His cock, gloriously big and thick, moved deep within me. My pussy rippled, the pleasure so fucking good that I bit down hard enough on his lip to draw blood. He hissed, fire blazing in those beautiful blue orbs. I reached up behind him and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling his head back roughly while still having his lip locked between my teeth. He groaned, and it was the best fucking sound I’d ever heard.

Dimitri Volkov liked it fuckingrough.

I let his lip go with a pop. Blood trickled down his chin.

“You’re not the only one who likes to leave marks.”

That seemed to excite him more. He started moving faster and faster, his hips pistoning forward so hard that my ass slammed against the wall over and over again.

“Mark my cock, then,malen’kaya d’yavolitsa.Cum all over it. Fucking do it.”

Usually, I needed a little more to get there, but that moment had been built up for so long, the sexual tension and desire blazing between me and Dimitri so combustible that, for the first time in a long time, I didn’t need my usual kinks to get off.

All I needed was him.

His tongue ran up the side of my neck in one long lick, and then he latched his teeth into my skin at the same time as he powered forward. White-hot, sizzling pleasure ripped through me. Waves and waves of ecstasy washed over me, and I moaned Dimitri’s name as I came so hard that I saw fucking stars.

Dimitri cursed in Russian, hiked my legs up higher and drove into me once, twice, three times before he flung his head back and groaned, low and long, the muscles in his neck straining.

What a fucking sight he made.

He slumped against me, breathing heavily. There was a few minutes of post sex bliss, him just resting up against me until his whole body stiffened.

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