Page 48 of Defiled Innocence

I’ve never vocalized this need before.

“You want to what?” His grin gets bigger. Arrogant prick. “Ask.”

He squeezes his cock until a bead of pre-cum forms at the tip. I lick my lip as though I’m licking it away.

“Dmitri, I want to taste you.”

He takes a small step back. “Then get on your knees.”

He points to the spot on the carpet just in front of him.

The arrogance of it should piss me off. Instead, I find my pussy getting more slick, my nipples tightening at the domineering way he talks.

Slowly, I move from the bench to my knees in front of him. The masculine scent of his cock fills my nostrils, I’m so close to him.

When I reach my hand out to him, he pushes it away.

“Your mouth, Amelia. Open your mouth. I’m going to feed it to you, and you’re going to take it.” He rests his free hand on top of my head as he brings the tip of his cock to my lips.

As soon as I open my mouth, he pushes forward. The silky-smooth round head of his cock glides over my tongue, and further still until it hits the back of my throat. I swallow, trying to keep from gagging on the thickness of him.

“Fuck.” His fingers curl into my hair. “Good girl. Keep swallowing.”

He pulls back a little, only to thrust back in. Each time he hits my throat, I swallow, and he groans a little louder.

Working my tongue beneath his cock, I stroke the sensitive spot just on the underside of his head as he thrusts into my mouth.

He fucks my mouth faster as I suck hard. Flicking my tongue over him, I drive him as wild as he drives me when his fingers are torturing me. Payback is fun.

I cup his balls in my hand, squeezing just a little until he groans again.

“Fuck, yes.” He continues to fuck my throat, stretching me, choking me with his cock. Spittle forms at the edges of my lips, and he catches it, swiping it up and smearing it across my cheek.

“Good girl, sucking your husband like such a good girl.” He pats the wet spot on my cheek and continues to use my mouth as he does my pussy.

His balls tighten in my hand, and he stills.

“Up. Get up, I want to come inside you.” He yanks out of me and hauls me off my knees before I can really think about what’s happening.

Spun around and shoved between my shoulders, I’m bent back over the bench. A second later, his cock thrusts into my soaked and hungry pussy.

“Dmitri!” I fall forward onto my forearms as he fills me. There’s a sweet burn as my body stretches around him.

He reaches around our bodies, between my thighs, and flicks my clit. I rise up to my toes as the electricity shoots through my body.

“Look in the mirror, Amelia. Watch me fuck you.” He sinks his hand into my hair, pulling my head up.

Somehow, he’s moved the bench and we’re now sideways in the mirror. From this angle, I can see his cock as it pulls back from my body, glistening with my juices.

“Oh!” I fist my hands as the burn in my scalp matches the pleasure between my legs.

“Good girl.” He rubs my clit harder and the coil inside me tightens to unmanageable levels.

“Dmitri, Please. I have… fuck, I have to… oh, god!” Before I can even get out what I need, or want, or whatever half-baked thought was popping into my arousal-infused brain, an orgasm unlike any other rips through me.

As my body shudders with release, he lets go of my hair and grabs my hips. Dragging me back toward him, he plows forward, fucking me harder and harder.

Through glassy eyes, I see the mirror, see my ass bouncing each time his cock thrusts into me.

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