Page 19 of Kidnapped Bratva Virgin

Nodding, I nibble on a little food, finding Dimitri to be good company, and after another wine my nerves have untangled themselves from the jumbled mess they were, but the hot bed of feelings intensify, especially when Dimitri looks at me as if he wants to devour every part of my body. God. I want him too. Aching from the inside out, Dimitri drives the wedge of his knee between my thighs again, kissing my mouth abruptly.

“Hmm,” I murmur.

“Have I fed and watered you enough, Ms. Knight?”

“Yes. I’m good,” I reply breathlessly, knowing what I want to do, but not knowing exactly what I’m in for.

“You’re too sexy for your own good,” Dimitri retorts, the gravel in his tone, rumbling through the base of my stomach.

“Well, there’s plenty of it.” I chuckle as Dimitri kisses my bare collarbone.

“And I like that about you too. More of you to hold, and that can only be a good thing, but fuck all this talking, Ava. I want to show you what we’re going to do in front of the mirror.” Dimitri’s forward request spirals the ache between my thighs into overdrive.

“Yes,” I reply breathlessly. “I want in.”

Dimitri grins as we stand, and in a split second, he places a hand under my ass lifting me up and carrying me out into the corridor with ease. Giggling at his swift interception, he looks down at me with a smile. “I thought I would make things easierfor you,” he says smoothly, and I’m impressed there’s no sign of strain or struggle. Feeling just the right amount of tipsy, Dimitri lays me on my back, and I let myself go. I choose to trust him. What do I have to lose? Staring up at the mirror, Dimitri smirks, unbuttoning his shirt and revealing an inked-up chest, making my heart race.

His pants come off too, his bulge thick and hard…. Shit. All I want is for him to touch me now, but it’s exciting to watch him strip. “Enjoying the show, Ms. Knight?”

“Yes. So much,” I say in a shivery whisper as Dimitri boldly discards his black slacks and underwear, a thick glistening hard-on, staring back at me.

“This is your dessert.” He chuckles as he grabs at my foot, taking off my shoe and my socks. This hot mobster is undressing me and it’s the best adventure I’ve ever had in my life. He hovers over me, popping the button of my jeans open, yanking them to the floor, and kissing into the folds of my belly, kneading and caressing his way up, doing away with my top. His hands mold to my breasts perfectly, as I watch his body in the mirror, unable to help it.

“Shit. My God,” I call out, seeing how sexy it is to watch his tight bare ass snake up my body.

He grins as he unclicks my bra, feasting on my right breast. Moaning, I watch in the mirror as he tongues one down, taking a second to glimpse up at me. “See. Now you can watch the show. We haven’t got started yet, Ava. I can’t wait to pop your cherry and show you how good it can be.”

I’m already wet by the time Dimitri makes it to my mouth, pinning my arms to the sides as he works his way back down, and boy, do I watch. Every stroke. Every kiss and when he parts my legs burying that dirty blond head between them, I feel like a damn goddess.

It’s so good to watch him eating my pussy. Why didn’t I know about this earlier?

Because you’re a virgin, Ava. And you’ve been struggling to survive. Shutting off my brain, I immerse myself in the experience, letting Dimitri open me up like a flower, his tongue flicking into pleasure spots I didn’t know existed, all while I keep my eyes wide open and fixed on our reflection above us.

As my inhibitions tear loose layer by layer, Dimitri’s hard mouth plunges deeper into my slick tunnel, causing my internal walls to break down. Whimpering, I buck my hips up to meet his mouth, a pooling sensation of feelings gathering like a ball in the pit of my stomach.

I can’t help but watch. He’s so good down there, and I’m losing what’s left of my mind. His tongue doesn’t relent, taking a voyage over my clit and massaging, the swollen nub tingling.

I’ve masturbated before and brought myself to orgasm, but God this is better. Dimitri’s fingers dig into the flesh of my hips, his scratchy chin hairs adding to the sensation as he takes me to the stars, and in my head the mirror shatters from the intensity of my orgasm.

“Dimitri! Dimitri!” I hear the words fly amongst shallow panting as he comes up for air, quickly shoving himself in behind me and flipping me on my side.

“I can’t go slow with you this time, Ava. Not anymore. Think you can handle me?”

His arm firmly wraps around my breasts as I come down from the pulsing sensations running through my pussy. “Yes. I can handle it.” I don’t know what he’s about to do or what I can handle, but my brain’s already scattered throughout the cosmos, drunk on orgasm.

Dimitri slides his thick wet shaft inside me, spreading me, slowly pumping me from behind as he sucks on my earlobe. There’s sweat dripping from both of us as he grunts into my ear. “Look in the mirror, Ava. Do you like what you see? Like how I pound you like this?” he taunts, his cock thrusting in harder, my eyes watering as I feel something pop down there.

“I like it,” I reply in a hot whisper, watching as our bodies mesh together in the steamed-up mirror. His long, sleek body grinding into me is a sight to watch. It’s like watching a sex tape, only in real time.

“Good. Because I plan on making you come more. You deserve it.” Dimitri makes good on his promise as I feel him thickening inside me, the thrusting becoming fast and furious slapping against my flesh, and I love it. Every second of it, and when I hear him hiss in climax, it makes me feel powerful to know I’m the one who got him there.

He falls apart, sliding in behind, spooning me as I stare at us in the mirror with Dimitri watching back. “Wow.” There’s no words to describe my experience, but all I know is I want to do it again, and again. With the mirror.

“Now you know what the mirror’s for, Ms. Knight. Approve?” Dimitri kisses my shoulder as I rest happily in his arms.

“The mirror has my stamp of approval. Thank you for introducing me to it.” Dimitri grins into my back, kissing it as I giggle, worn out, but euphoric and sweaty.

“Anytime you want.”

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