Page 22 of Dark Truths

Ignoring her, I lean back to take in the beautiful sight before me. Gorgeous, firm, and ample breasts large enough to hold in my hands with dusty rose colored nipples. They deserve to be worshiped. And worship them I will. I cover one breast with my hand and roll her nipple between my fingers while my mouth descends on the other.

Gabriella moans and arches her back, pushing her chest further into my mouth and hand. “Oh my…God, Dimitri.”

I raise my head high enough to tell her, “No God here, angel. You’re with the devil now.”

“Fuck, yes,” she hisses.

“Language,” I warn before I nip at her breast.

She gasps before laughing between breaths. “Fuck. Shit. Damn. Bitch. Ass.”

I lean forward on my elbows until I’m directly in front of her face. With a coy smile on her lips and a playful twinkle in her eyes, it’s clear that she knows exactly what she’s doing. The little minx. “Ass is not a curse word. It’s a word to describe a donkey.”

She snorts, the harsh sound endearing. “Then neither is bitch. It is the correct term for a female dog, after all. Are you going to punish me now?”

A punishment isn’t a punishment if she enjoys it. “Not tonight, but soon. Now, about these shorts.”

Just like her tank top, her shorts tear easily in my hands. Before she can complain about those as well, I order, “From now on, you will be naked when in bed. I want you like this, ready for me always.”

She breathes out, “Yes.”

A light dusting of dark brown hair covers her pussy. It’s soft and thin to the touch like she waxes on the regular. I bury my face there, inhaling deeply her natural, womanly scent.

“Do you want me, angel?” I ask, nudging her inner thighs with my nose, enjoying how she squirms against the ribbons, like she’s trying hard to get my mouth where she wants it.

“Yes.”

I press a kiss to her pussy, teasing us both before standing beside the bed. I run my eyes down her naked body, enjoying the shiver that sends goosebumps popping up along her skin. Reaching up, I grab the back of my shirt and pull it up and over my head.

“Holy…your body should be illegal.” She admires with another squirm. I bet if I touch her right now, she’ll be soaked.

I smirk at her compliment. Before going undercover, I had a few tattoos. Now they cover most of my body. But if she thinks muscles and tattoos are illegal, wait until she sees this.

Grabbing my sweats, I tug them down, bending over as I do. When I stand back at full height, Gabriella gasps in genuine surprise, her eyes locked on my cock and the Jacobs ladder piercing it.

“Fuck…me,” she whispers.

There’s no fear in her eyes, only excitement and wonder. She likes what she sees. Good—because the feeling is mutual. I stroke my cock, the movements slow and precise, enjoying immensely how her eyes follow my hand.

Climbing back on the bed, I kiss her deep and thoroughly until she’s left breathless before moving down her body. When I reach the apex between her thighs, I’m greeted by a beautiful sight. Her pink pussy glistens in the moonlight, and I need a taste. I need to know if she tastes as good as her kiss.

Gabriella gasps, bowing when I run my tongue up her slit before circling her clit once, twice, and then closing my lips around the bundle of nerves to kiss it. I slip my arms under her thighs, grasping the top with my hands while I devour her pussy. My tongue dives into her channel. I need her nice and wet to be ready for me.

Gabriella buries her hands in my hair and tugs gently. “I’m close, Dimitri.”

I place one last chaste kiss to her pussy before positioning myself over her. “The only place you’ll be coming tonight is on my cock, angel.”

“Then hurry up,” she snaps back with a playful smile.

I reach down and notch the head of myself at her entrance. “This may hurt.” Capturing her lips, I push inside in one quick thrust. She cries out and I swallow the sound.

Leaning back, I leave her lips swollen and red, a sight almost as beautiful as the sight of her pussy swallowing my cock. The feeling of being buried in her is a blinding relief. My hips thrust between her thighs, setting a steady rhythm that takes me balls deep every time.

“You take me so well, angel. Like the good girl I know you are. So fucking good.”

I press my mouth to hers, enjoying every small gasp, every cry as I pump harder and faster. My Jacob’s ladder brushes against her deep inside with every thrust. Her hands wrap around my shoulders, her nails digging in until I know she’s going to leave marks. That’s fine. My angel has claws, and I’ll wear the proof with fucking pride.

I slow down, placing one hand on her hip to hold her to the bed as I roll my hips forward, my pelvic bone grinding against her clit with each roll.

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