Page 500 of Rage

“Are you sure this is what you want, Katya? To show your husband and everyone here what a perfect slut you are for me?”

I smiled and pushed back, teasing him, purring, “Yes. Fuck me! Please!”

The group of men watched us, visibly shocked, amused, curious, and aroused at the same time. Given that I caught sight of a few of them adjusting themselves, I assumed seeing me acting like a little whore was pushing their buttons.

I could feel their eyes on me, traveling along my body, and it surprised me how thrilling this was. It made me feel like the star of a porn movie. Ivan’s strangled gasp cut through the silence, but I completely ignored him, his pain only fueling my pleasure.

Electricity pricked my hair as I felt Dimitry’s cock touching my legs. Spasms of excitement floated through my core as my lover used my pussy juices to prepare my ass. My muscles tensed as he slowly pushed his fingers inside my tight hole.

“Relax, Katya,” he murmured.

His voice was soothing and calm, and I tried my best to obey. I trusted him. Looking back, that had been another reason I had always refused Ivan, aside from his being completely unable to satisfy me in bed. I didn’t trust him.

I moaned and squirmed as Dimitry repeatedly pushed his fingers inside my virgin hole, forcing my ring of muscles to stretch. I glanced at Ivan. He was petrified, clutching the armrests of his chair so hard that I was impressed the wood hadn’t broken yet. He looked at me as if he wanted to throttle me, and I couldn’t hold myself from smirking.

Well, since he so easily called me a whore, I find it perfectly fair to act like one. Just not for him.

“Are you thinking about all the moments when you begged me to let you fuck my ass?” I taunted him. “When you whined and pouted because I always refused to let you put that tiny dick you didn’t even know how to use inside me?”

“Listen here, you fucking wh-” he growled, but I assumed Dimitry gave him a harsh glance because Ivan swallowed hard while looking at my lover and bit his lips shut while his face turned completely red.

“It doesn’t even matter what he thinks about,” Dimitry laughed, pulling his fingers out of my hole. “I bet this is an image he will never forget.”

I tensed as I felt his cock probing at my entrance. My heart thumped. I tried to focus on my breath and relax when my lover whispered “Easy, kitten. Calm down, trust me.” I did. I fucking did, more than I ever believed anyone else.

Pain shot through me as he pushed inside, inch by inch. Every cell in my body vibrated, and I cried out and squirmed as he stuffed me.

“You feel amazing, Katya,” he groaned. “So fucking tight!”

I dug my nails into the back of my palms and closed my eyes as he continued to advance. I gasped and whimpered as he forced the last inches inside, but once completely nestled, the discomfort vanished.

Dimitry allowed me to get accustomed to the sensation of fullness, the throbbing of his cock sending gentle ripples of pleasure. This was new and different, but also so good. I moaned as he caressed and stroked my body, and my mind turned mushy as he whispered, “Good girl.”

My lover grabbed my hips and started to thrust slowly. Given how fucking huge he was, I expected a new wave of pain, but it didn’t happen. My muscles were still pulsing, and it definitely felt different, but it was good. I could tell Dimitry was holding back, his movements careful and calculated.

Blinking my eyes open, I glanced around the room, and a thrill of arousing embarrassment ran down my spine as I noticed some of the men were stroking themselves. What the fuck? I didn’t expect that, but this was so naughty that it turned me on like crazy.

Ivan looked as if he was dead inside. If until then his ego had been at least bruised, now I bet it had been completelydestroyed. I assumed now I clearly was a ruined slut, as he’d called me. Well, he wasn’t going to be married to me for too long.

“Fuck, Katya,” Dimitry groaned, slowly increasing the pace. “This pretty, tight hole of yours is amazing. And so fucking mine.”

I moaned, pushing back and mirroring his rhythm. His words sent flutters of excitement through me, and my core pulsed as he started to hammer into my ass. My body jostled forward at every thrust, my nipples so hard that they grazed the wooden surface through the thin fabric of my dress.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I whimpered, meeting each one of his movements with one of my own.

Everything around blurred and ceased to exist. All that my brain cells could focus on at the moment were the amazing sensations of having that pole claiming my once virgin hole. His thrusts turned shorter and quicker with every passing second, tides of ecstasy rushing through me at every penetration.

“You’re so fucking good,” Dimitry groaned.

Stars played in front of my eyes as he snaked his hand between my legs and attacked my clit. My screams of pleasure increased in volume, and every cell of my body pulsed in arousal. Tension coiled in my core, and I could feel my orgasm building fast, in layers.

“Are you going to come for me, little slut? Right here, right now? In front of your husband?”

All my muscles tensed, his dirty words making my head spin. All I could do was moan and beg him to not stop while he railed me like there was no tomorrow. I could hear groans and grunts from around, so I assumed the other men loved the lewd view. The scent of sex was intoxicating, and my body purred as I spiraled toward my release.

“Look at him, Katherine,” Dimitry growled, tugging at my hair and making me face my husband. “Keep your eyes on himwhile you come. Let him watch you having a real orgasm, not a fake one.”

Ivan looked as if he had just been kicked in the balls. Dimitry used his hold on my hair to balance himself while fucking me rougher. With his other hand, he continued to torment my clit while he shoved that glorious cock hard and deep inside my ass.

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