Page 88 of Dmitri

Closing my eyes, I sit back and focus on her face, the trepidation in her ocean eyes, the frustration in her tightly knit brow… the way she pouts.

The way she screams my name.

The way she rides my cock.

The way she keeps eye contact with me while she orgasms.

I made her connect with me. It might have been brief, but it was the most erotic fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Considering I’m an experienced Dom in an elite sex club, that’s saying something.

She was just sopure. Daelyn’s sweet and raw and perfectly made for a man like me to spoil.

She said she was bad.

I think I like her bad.

Fuuuuuck.

Unbuckling my jeans, I pull out my hard dick, spit in my palm and start stroking.

I’d give anything to have her ride me right now. I want her to wrap her hands around my throat and squeeze until black eats the fringes of my vision. I want her to sink her teeth into my skin and break it to taste my blood.

I stroke myself harder, squeezing tighter.

I want to bury my face in her cunt. Rim her tight little ass. Hold her down and fuck her into oblivion so she can’t walk away from me again.

I want to tie her up and come all over her body. Hold her hostage and use her like a toy.

My balls draw up tight. Heat blooms down my back.

But I can’t come like this. Not without more stimulation. Not without pain.

Grabbing my balls, I tug so hard it’s a wonder I don’t tear them out. My eyes cross as my orgasm barrels out of me, ropesof cum spurting from the pierced head. Hips jacking up, my shoulders digging into the back of the couch, I fuck my hand until the temporary high fades, and I’m left with a mess to clean.

After a quick shower, shave, and clothing change, I give up waiting any longer. Weaving through traffic, I make it to her house in about half an hour and park my bike between the two dumpsters again.

Already, my head is a little calmer. Scanning the street, I count the number of cars parked. Listen to music playing from someone’s backyard. The smell of BBQ eventually wafts through the air. The sun finally sets.

I’m not even sure if Daelyn is home or not. Still, standing like a creepy watch dog lets me breathe a little easier. She said she does bad things. I can’t imagine what they might be, but I’m sure she’s not the only one in her circle of friends who does bad shit. At least that’s the rule of thumb in my world.

And Daelyn is definitely in my world.

A tiny, blue light glows inside her home. I think it’s from her computer. The house is otherwise dark, but I finally see her shadow pass the front window, and I’m suddenly like a puppy waiting for my owner to let me out of my cage to give me attention.

Heart galloping, I cross the street and sneak into her backyard where the sliding glass door awaits.

Without touching it, I look down and notice a four-by-two jamming the slider.

She doesn’t want me to come inside.

My heart sinks into the abyss that swallows all my joy whenever I manage to find some.

“Okay.” I step away, disappointment climbing up my body. “Okay.”

I have to respect her wishes. I need to walk away and stay away for good.

Heading back to my bike, I swear it’s like my limbs have turned to rubber. My legs can’t operate right. My joints are too loose. Climbing on my bike, I take one last look at her house, preparing to let go for good when my cell goes off.

Whoever it is can fuck off.

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