Page 8 of Dmitri

I’m not in the mindset of good manners, which makes me so fucking dangerous.

She grunts in my ear. I bleed all over her tits. Her thighs quiver under my grip. My dick rams into her hot cunt. Every thrust brings my crazed mind more peace.

“You’re doing so good,” I manage to grit out.

She doesn’t respond because she’s still biting down on my leather belt. And as long as she keeps that thing in her mouth, she’s not calling red, which means I can keep going.

Her body takes what I give it. My brutality. My length. My frenzied thrusts.

Her pussy makes a lot of wet noises while I drive into her, and I focus on that while chasing my release. It hurts to breathe. I can’t see out of my left eye. The other one is blurry. My face throbs. My muscles scream. My bones ache.

I come hard, filling the condom.

The woman dangles from her chained wrists and when I let go of her, I finally notice her legs have been wrapped around me this whole time. Her hazel eyes blaze with wild desperation. Her nostrils flare with each ragged breath she takes.

I try pulling away, but her thighs tighten around me, keeping me right where I am. This girl is an anaconda. My ribs and bruised torso scream in protest under her pressure. It makesme want to fuck her more. I don’t think she came yet, and damn me for not giving her pleasure before stealing my own. I never would have done that if my head was on straight.

Then again, I wouldn’t be here at all if my fucking head was on straight.

“I got you.” Rubbing her clit with the pad of my thumb, I rock back and forth inside her, praying the condom doesn’t bust while I do this.

The woman spits out my belt and says, “Harder.”

She has the voice of an angel.

My hips turn to pistons, and I rub her clit more. The chains clanking from her shackles sound loud in my ears, and my gaze lifts to her wrists. Shit, her skin is red and cut up from the cuffs.

“Hang onto me, babygirl.”

Her legs tighten around me more, robbing me of breath. Grunting, half in pain, half in arousal, I press her flush against the wall for stability and flick the safety locks on the cuffs to free her.

She immediately wraps her arms around my neck. “Harder,” she begs again, but her eyes shine with unshed tears.

This woman’s a dark beauty.

“Please.” Her fat bottom lip is cracked and dry. “Please give me more.”

How can I say no to that?

With my dick still buried balls deep inside her, I shuffle us over to the bed. My blood is all over us. We both look down at the mess I’ve made on her sweet skin at the same time.

Unfazed, she swipes her fingers over her tits, smearing my blood, and then shoves them in my mouth.

Where did this woman come from?

My dick jerks in her cunt. Her eyes roll back when I suck on her fingers and drive into her again. I move slower, with better precision, to hit her deeper pleasure points. She’s stunning, allbloody and pale and perfectly limp under me. I want to taste her.

Pulling out, I sink to my knees and eat her sweet pussy like a victory meal.

“Oh my god.” She runs her hand over my buzzed hair. It makes me want to grow it out so she can pull it by the roots.

Sinking two fingers inside her, I hit her g-spot and let my Dom side out to play. “Don’t come until I tell you, babygirl.”

“Daelyn,” she pants. “My names is Dae…fuck…Daelyn.” Her head tips and back arches as she succumbs to the pleasure.

I relentlessly hit her g-spot until she screams with her release. Her voice cracks. Her body shakes. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers like she doesn’t want to let me go.

“That’s a good girl.” Happy to have given her a little release, I place a soft kiss on her swollen clit. Her cheeks are pink and flushed. There are dark circles under her eyes that I can see even with my blurry vision and the concealer she’s wearing. “Do you want more, Daelyn?”

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