Page 57 of One Love

“You getting jealous, Little Demon? Kinda ruined my game, but Iamhard as a fucking rock, though.“ The glint in his eyes tells me he knows the answer to his question.

“Wanna get out of here?” My panties are soaked and I’m more than ready to get pounded.

“Yeah, service here is shit anyway.” Dmitry smirks and winks at me, again, and I swear I’m addicted to the way it scrunches up his face when he does. Putting his palm against the bottom of my back, he leads me outside. “Ever been fucked in an alley?”

I furrow my brow a little then look up at him beside me. “Random, but no, actually.”

“Think you can ride wearing a butt plug?” The smirk never leaves his lips as we stand beside my motorcycle.

I actually take a second to think about it, because that’s not something I’ve ever tried. “Dunno.” I decide to be honest, shrugging.

“Oh, Little Demon, we’re gonna have some fun tonight. Go down that alley beside the bar, put your palms against the wall, and close your eyes.” He slaps my ass yet again, encouraging me to move, and I take a deep breath.

This is a trust moment. And because I can’t control myself around him, I choose to go with it.

“Fine.”

He chuckles behind me as I walk away, flipping him off at the same time.

Gotta say, the smell of an alley isn’t something that’s ever turned me on, but on the grand scale of alley-smells, this one isn’t too bad. There’s a dead-end, blocked off by a couple of dumpsters, and the bar’s back entrance is a large black steel door sunk into the brick wall. The opposite wall is bare and there’s a space lit up like a spotlight that is perfect for whatever Dmitry’s planning.

Placing my palms on the cold brick, I face the wall and spread my legs a little, sticking my ass out for good measure. I wait for two, then five minutes, quickly becoming impatient. If this fucker’s left me here, I’ll slice his dick off.

While I’m silently grumbling to myself and thinking of ways to damage Dmitry, I have lost concentration on my surroundings. The scuffle of feet makes me lift my head, suddenly alert once more until his scent hits me.

“Don’t turn around. Face the wall.”

I do as he asks, a smile tilting my lips when he steps behind me and shoves his nose into my neck. He sniffs, taking me in.

“Fucking divine.” He moves his head away and the sound of a blade being unsheathed makes me raise a brow. Bending down,he begins gently running the tip from my ankle to my ass, where he pauses to cut out what feels like a large hole from my pants.

“What the—“

“Shh. Just take it, Little Demon. Stop thinking for once and let me work.” His dark chuckle sends vibrations straight to my clit as he continues his trail over my back with the dagger. If he slices this jacket though, I’ll kill him. He must sense that because he doesn’t, but he does wrap his arms around my front, pressing his hard cock into my ass, and takes his time cutting through the front of my top so I’m bare to the elements.

“You’re still thinking too much. Trust me to make you feel good.”

I think I’m being plenty trusting by coming into an alley and standing with my back to him, but he’s right, I’m on edge, so I sigh. Closing my eyes briefly, I try to relax in his hold, which is surprisingly easy.

It always is.

It’s not something I care to try and understand just yet, but this man has become a new solid fixture in my life and I don’t think I can let him go.

He dips a finger into my pussy. “So wet for me,” he murmurs into my ear, adding another finger and hooking them just right. His palm presses against my clit and I’m close to combusting already. Dmitry seems to know exactly what my body wants and when, pushing his fingers in and out, grazing my clit again and again before he pulls his fingers out. Then I hear him sucking his fingers into his mouth and I smile.

“Oh, fuck!” I gasp as his dick quickly thrusts inside me from behind, right as one of his hands palms my breast. The other hand has dropped the knife and he’s now gripping my hip with a bruising hold.

The anticipation has already made me wet and the way this man handles a knife would make any woman like me light uplike a bonfire. The way he fucks me is pure, needy, and I think I need him just as much.

It’s quick, it’s brutal, and it’s fucking perfect as Dmitry pounds into me, pinching my nipple and marking my skin with his fingertips. Then he bites down on the back of my neck and I scream out an orgasm, pushing back against him with as much force as I can handle. But it’s not enough, I need to see his face as he roars out his own orgasm because it’s become one of my new favorite things.

Trying to move, to turn around, I’m stopped as he grips harder, saying, “Nah-ah,” before the palm gripping my hip disappears and slaps across my ass cheek. “I bet that looks so fucking pretty and red.” He soothes his hand over the now warm spot on my ass, squeezing hard again as his movements become erratic.

Our joined screams and curses echo through the alley and I dig my fingertips into the wall, pushing back on Dmitry with abandon. The world falls away and it’s just us, joined in a way so carnal, so natural, it’s impossible to deny our connection.

He roars out his release, holding himself deep inside me for a few seconds and resting his head against my shoulder. We’re both breathing heavily as he gently slides out, squeezing my nipple again for good measure.

“Let’s go finish this at home. I wanna try spanking you when I can see that ass turn red.”

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