Page 71 of Defiled Innocence

“But they’ll see.”

“They know better than to interrupt me.” I push her shorts to the side and fist my cock, lining up the head with her pussy.

“Dmitri—”

My cock impaling her as I shove her hips down onto me stops her complaint.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Exactly.” I push up at her. “Ride me, Amelia. Ride me hard.” I slap her ass to get her going.

“It’s tighter like this,” she breathes while moving her feet to the couch cushions and pushing herself up.

I tighten my hold to keep her from letting my cock slip from her warmth.

“Yes.” I grit my teeth. “Hard, baby, fuck me hard.” I yank her down on me again.

“Oh, god.” She plants her hands on my shoulders and rides me.

Urgency crosses her features as she bounces up and down on my cock.

I lean into her again, sucking on her breast while slipping a hand between our bodies and flicking her clit as she rides me hard.

“Such a good girl,” I mutter against her breast, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her.

It’s nothing in particular, not her body soap or her perfume. It’s just her. Everything about this woman makes me drunk.

“Oh, oh, Dmitri.” She screams my name as I thrust up into her, filling her with my cock as her pussy pulsates around me.

Her orgasm rips through her, silencing her cries of pleasure with quiet gasps for air while I continue to piston my hips, fucking her while she’s riding the waves of her release.

“Amelia. Oh, fuck, good girl, good girl!” I roar, thrusting upward once more and filling her with my cum.

Sparks fly somewhere in the background, or maybe it’s just my vision.

This woman does things to me no other women have ever been able to do.

“Shit,” Amelia whispers as she clings to me.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No.” She lays her cheek on my shoulder. “I just realized what the date is. We should have used something.”

“What do you mean something?”

“A condom. I haven’t had a chance to pick up my birth control.”

I press a kiss to her cheek. Like I would ever allow anything to come between my cock and her body.

“Dmitri?” She leans back as my cock slips out of her, my seed already spilling from her body as I place the material of her pajama shorts back in place. “You’d do that, right? You’d wear a condom?”

“No.” I move her to sit beside me on the couch so I can tuck my cock back into my slacks.

It’s sticky with her arousal still clinging to it, but I don’t mind.

“Why not?” she asks as I reach for the remote to the television.

“You know why not.” I pull the neckline of her shirt back up, fingering a spot that’s overstretched. “I tore it.”

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