Her head dropped backward, pushing into the mattress, exposing her neck to me.
“Mhm... just like that. Keep wetting me up, show me how your beautiful ass can take me. Show me you want it, princess.”
Natasha moved her arms from above her head and gripped my waist, drawing me closer. Then she raised to capture my mouth as she gave in to me.
“Yes, yes... yes…” she muttered against my lips. “Please don’t stop, don’t…”
I shut her up by biting her bottom lip. Then I lifted her to ride me, bracing her body on my thighs. She began shaking, but wasn’t riding me, so I smacked her ass hard and she bucked.
“Again.” I growled.
When she didn’t move the way that I wanted to, I smacked the other cheek, and she bucked.
“Just like that,” I warned.
Natasha rode me hard, each rise required her to bounce back to accept me in one shot. It was perfect for both of us. I knew because she was shaking harder after every drop. Her eyespleaded for mercy, and I spanked both cheeks at the same time. It knocked the control out of her and made her come, squirting over me. Loving it, I lifted her and pulled her onto the way I wanted to be rode, knowing she was coming again. I fucked her through three... four… more orgasms, and when she was so tight that she milked me with a vice grip, I came deep inside her.
Natasha’s eyes opened wide, and that’s when realization dawned on her.
“You didn’t use a condom!” she screamed.
Exhausted, I chuckled lazily. Trying to catch my breath, I nodded. “You’re right. I didn’t. I couldn’t. Did you feel that? That was us. No way I’m dimming that light. Never will.”
“What if…”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Pregnant or not, you’re mine, and any child that comes from that is mine too.”
Natasha squinted at me. “What am I going to do with you, Dmitri?”
“Gimme five and I’ll show you.” I winked.
Natasha
Had it been five minutes? Dmitri’s face was buried between my legs, and sucking on my pussy like it was the best thing he’s ever tasted. He smacked his lips, moaned, and slurped my juices up, and the crude sounds made me even hornier. Then he dipped his tongue inside and fucked me with it, too.
Straddling his face, his arms wrapped around my thighs, and he held me in place. I couldn’t move or go anywhere while he lapped at me. I’d tried to bend over to put him into my mouth, but I couldn’t from the way he held me. So, I put my hands on his chest to hold me up and accepted that my only job was to feed him right now.
I bounced a bit to give me the friction I craved, and Dmitri moaned deeply, smacking my thighs. His dick jerked, and that made him wilder below. So I did it again... and again… Until Irealized that I was coming again. Then it was too late to stop. I needed more.
“Dmitri!” I screamed as I came again.
Quickly, he slid from beneath me and he was on his knees, jerking his glistening shaft. Trying to catch my breath, I crawled over and licked the tip to catch his pre-cum. He pulled my head closer, and I sucked him into my mouth. I looked up to catch his head roll back. Damn, he looks amazing. I continued watching him as I pleased him, twirling my tongue, then swallowing him to the back of my throat.
“Princess…” he groaned. “Yes, good girl. Show me how it's done.”
I continued until his thrusts became shallow, and I knew he was close to coming. Then he pushed me on the bed on all four and entered me from behind. Gripping my shoulders, he pulled me into every earth shattering thrust. Then he came inside me again.
I followed behind him, so turned on that it hurt. I came while he massaged my clit and continued bucking inside me.
We collapsed on the bed, and Dmitri pulled me into his arms. “Sleep now, princess.”
I nodded because I was exhausted, and I had a feeling that I would need the rest.
Twice Dmitri woke me up, penetrating me. Each time he finished inside me. Both times he made me come, too. Now, I was sitting on the side of the bed trying to make it to the bathroom, but my legs were jello, and I had no idea how I was going to make it. Twice he broke me apart with his mouth, hishands, his body—dragging orgasms out of me like it was his right, like my pleasure was something he owned and collected.
“What’s wrong, princess?” he grumbled.
“Nothing, per se.” I swallowed, wincing at the ache between my thighs. “I just need to go to the bathroom.”
