My yell stays bottled in my throat. I shrink back, my back scraping against the back of the wooden cupboard. His eyes bore into me, all-knowing. He just stripped away layers of my skin, revealing the crawling filth underneath. How does he understand me when I’ve never said any of this to him before? How does he hit those dark places in my psyche, the places that need to be seen?
I whine, “That’s fucked up.”
“It’s okay,” he murmurs, his breath hot on my cheek. “Your father never cared about you. He didn’t even know you existed. But I do. And I will do everything to keep you from leaving me.”
He gets more aggressive, using his size and strength to overpower me. I fight, but I’m helpless, so small and weak compared to him. He pulls me out of the closet, his hands gripping my body tightly. I kick and struggle, but it’s no use. He pins me against the wall, his breath ragged, his eyes wild.
His other hand presses between my thighs, and I instinctively try to close them. “Keep your legs open,” he orders. “You don’t close them unless I tell you to.”
I shiver, my body responding to his dominance. He lifts me up, throwing me over his shoulder as if I weigh nothing. The world spins as he carries me to the bed and throws me onto the mattress. I bounce, breathless, my heart pounding in my chest. My core is clenching, my pussy sore from convulsing with need. I’ve never experienced anything like this in my life.
Dmitry climbs over me like a ravenous beast determined to tear my flesh with his teeth. He grabs my camisole’s strap between his teeth and pulls. His hands tears away my shorts and the rest of my top, leaving me completely naked. His eyes rake over my body, and I feel a flush of embarrassment and desire.
My heart is flailing against my ribcage. My whole body is stinging with arousal like a swarm of bees stung me. My skin prickles with awareness. Even the cool rush of air over me makes my body cry with need. I’m so tightly wound, so ready to be devoured. My lower belly muscles are cramping. Every second that he makes me wait sends a wave of disappointment surging through me.
I’m completely at Dmitry’s mercy, pinned by his heavy body, slave to his lust.
And I need him to take me, to use me, to make me his. I will worry about the consequences tomorrow. Tonight, I will die if he doesn’t make me climax.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. “Perfect tits, tight little nipples, and a pussy that’s begging to be fucked.”
I gasp, my lungs burning. This is both magical and unbelievable. I’m anticipating his next move, craving it, when he grabs my thighs and pulls them apart. He dives between my legs, his hot tongue licking my slit. All the breath whooshes out of me as he begins to devour me.
His tongue is rough, demanding, as he licks and sucks my clit. I writhe beneath him, my hips bucking as he pleasures me. He growls against my flesh, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through my body.
“Soak my face like a good girl,” he whispers against my intimate folds. His words are dirty, filthy, and they make me even wetter. He’s rough, dominant, and I can’t get enough.
He fucks me with his tongue, his hands gripping my thighs, keeping them spread wide. I’m shaking, my body on the brink of orgasm. He sucks my clit hard, and I explode, squirting all over his face.
“Good girl,” he praises, licking his lips. “You taste so fucking sweet.”
I’m panting, my body limp from the intense pleasure. He climbs up my body, his eyes locked on mine. I can see my arousal glistening on his face, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“I can’t wait to feel your pussy tightening around my cock,” he says, his voice low and hungry. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to get up from your bed.”
I shiver, my body already craving more. His promises are like drugs. My head feels woozy when I hear the click of his buckle. He takes off his belt, then his jeans.
“Eyes on me, babygirl.” He cups my face, turning my head toward him. “Take a good look at the cock that’s going to ruin your pussy.”
He knees above me, his knees digging into the mattress on either side of my legs, as he pushes down his jeans. His erectiontents his boxers. But when he pulls them off, the fear churning low in my belly turns into pure, high-octane lust.
His cock is pure masculinity, sculpted to perfection. It’s huge, thick and long, with beautiful veins cording its rough surface. Pre-cum beads at the tip. He wipes away my slick from his face, using it to lubricate his dick as he strokes it.
“Like what you see? Or maybe you’re too scared that it’s not going to fit.” He grinds the tip of his cock over my stomach, drawing spirals over my naked belly. “But don’t worry, darling, I’ll make it fit. I’ll stretch your pussy and fill you to the brim.”
I shiver, my body already craving his brutal assault. He’s right. I’ll never have enough of him. And as he positions himself between my legs, his cock hard and ready, I know I’ve craved this all my life. And now he has me addicted to something that’s both dark and dangerous.
He teases my slit with his cock, running it up and down my drenched folds. Electric sparks run up my pussy every time his aroused head brushes my clit. Spirals of rapture curl inside me the moment he brings his head to my entrance, teasing my pussy hole until my back arches off the bed.
“Please…” I grip the bedsheets, frustration rallying up my spine. My core is melting into a puddle of ecstasy, and he hasn’t even penetrated me yet. Dmitry Antonov is a fucking beast in bed. He knows how to control me, make me feel pleasure, even without being inside me.
“I like when you beg.” His smile turns sinister. “Maybe I’ll let you beg more.”
Alarm goes off in my system when he pulls his cock away. My cunt clenches, desolate without the warm pressure of his cock at my entrance. “No, please…I need you inside me.”
I’m a mess of need and desperation, my body aching for Dmitry to fill me. He teases me, his cock grazing my entrance,making me whimper and beg. I can feel my own wetness dripping down my thighs, my body ready and eager for him.
He thrusts into me, filling me completely. I gasp, my body stretching to accommodate him. He’s so big, so thick, and it feels amazing. He begins to move, his hips slamming against mine as he fucks me hard and deep.
