Page 484 of Rage

I swirled my tongue around him, making Dimitry shudder and groan. More pre-cum filled my mouth, and I purred as I savored it. I pulled back, and to my surprise, he didn’t stop me. My hair was still in his hand, but he allowed me to move freely.

What’s his plan? Is he toying with me? What does he want to prove?

Dimitry was staring at me through hooded, lust-filled eyes, but apart from that, I couldn’t distinguish anything on his face. I channeled my attention on his cock. I should bite him.

But would that really help me escape?

I wanted to believe it was the rational part of me the one that made me lean in and suck on the tip of his cock instead of doinganything to hurt him. That was the only explanation I was going to accept.

A thrill of submission rolled down my back as I started to lick him, from the base to the mushroom head, coating him with saliva. I used my hand on his shaft at the same time with my mouth, and the way he groaned and throbbed sent pulsing pleasure through my entire being.

I had rarely done this for Ivan. Maybe once or twice at the beginning of our relationship. I had no idea why, but the position annoyed me, so when he’d tried to convince me to blow him again, I’d pushed him away.

I expected to feel the same disgust now, too, but it didn’t show up. I couldn’t even understand what I felt. Or why it actually was … good? Fuck, what the hell was wrong with me? I couldn’t actually enjoy this.

Even if I did.

I let more saliva drip down his length and used my tongue and hand to spread it along his length. His scent was intoxicating, and my pussy clenched with desire. It was a mix of his masculine musk and a minty scent from his shower products.

“Katya,” he groaned, pushing himself more into my hand.

The pet name he used stirred something deep inside me. Aside from my dad, no one ever called me that. It should have annoyed me, but it didn’t. For whatever reason, I liked hearing Dimitry say it almost as much as I enjoyed him calling me “kitten.”

I shouldn’t, but I did.

His cock throbbed, and I didn’t even think before taking him again in my mouth. Making my tongue flat, I teased the underside, making him spasm. I bobbed my head, welcoming more and more of him every time he slid between my lips.

“You’re such a good cocksucker,” he moaned. “A perfect slutty kitten.”

Those words should have frustrated me, but instead, they made me feel stronger. I purred, and he groaned at the vibrations.

Being on my knees in front of him, with his cock in my mouth, made me feel powerful. What the fuck was wrong with me?

I couldn’t comprehend it, but I liked knowing I was the one making him feel like that. The one bringing him so much pleasure and controlling his ecstasy. I instinctively doubled down on my efforts, sucking him with gusto.

Guilt twisted inside me. I’d never put so much passion or been so sloppy with Ivan. I shouldn’t do this now, I shouldn’t want it, I shouldn’t enjoy it, I shouldn’t…

“Fuck, Katya. You’re amazing.”

Dimitry tightened his hold on my hair, the pang of pain pulling me out of my thoughts. He fisted my long locks into a makeshift leash and used it to move me. I moaned as he started to slam me against his pelvis, burying my face into his pubic hair at every stroke.

“So good,” he grunted.

I braced my palms on his legs in an attempt to balance myself while he face-fucked me. God, I should have been angry, annoyed, humiliated. No one had ever treated me like this. But instead of that, I felt good. Powerful and in control. Knowing I was the one that brought him into such a state of desperate need.

I gagged as he shoved himself down my throat, so deep that I could feel him hitting the back. Tears of effort ruined my make-up, but instead of pushing him away or fighting against his grip, I surrendered myself to him.

My neck strained. My glurgs and slurps seemed to spur him on given that his movements turned even more frantic. The pleasure that washed over my body shocked me. I hummedaround his cock, the vibrations sending visible ripples of euphoria through him.

“Fuck, kitten!”

Dimitry treated me as a rag doll, turning my mouth into nothing more than a hole he used for his pleasure. My pussy pulsed with need, my entire being humming with arousal.

With every slide of his shaft between my lips I felt myself succumbing into a mindset of being nothing more than a fucktoy, melting into a state of blissful submission.

It shocked me how good it felt.

My brain shut off and nothing else existed. For a delightful second, I stopped thinking, worrying, fighting. I only felt. Pleasure coursed through me as an electric shock, Dimitry’s roughness pushing buttons inside me that I hadn’t even been aware of before.

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