“Dmitry,” I moan, my nails digging into his back. He extends my hands over my head, pinning them onto the bed. I cry out and writhe as he slaps my breasts together. His eyes never leave mine. He likes torturing me, showing me what my body is capable of. I’m shocked at what I can endure for him.All of this is heightened, more intense than anything I could have dreamed. And as he continues to fuck me, his cock hitting all the right spots, I know that I’m lost to him, completely and utterly.
“Drench my cock like the needy slut you are,” he growls, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “Let me feel that pussy squeezing all the cum out of my cock.”
I gasp, my back arching off the bed as he hits a spot so deep inside me that it sends waves of pleasure crashing through my body. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, pulling out and slamming back in, over and over, each thrust more powerful than the last.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunts, his hands gripping my hips tightly, holding me in place as he fucks me. “So tight and wet.”
I can only moan in response, my body overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts. He’s hitting a spot inside me that makes my toes curl, my nails digging into his shoulders as I hold on for dear life. He leans down, his mouth capturing mine in a brutal kiss, his tongue mimicking the movements of his cock.
He pulls out suddenly, flipping me onto my stomach. Before I can react, he grabs my hips and pulls me up onto my knees, his cock pressing against my entrance again.
He slams back into me, his hips smacking against my ass, the sound filling the room along with my cries of pleasure.
“You look hot when your ass is up in the air and my cock is between your cheeks,” he growls, his hand tangling in my hair, pulling my head back. “You love this, don’t you? You love being fucked like an animal.”
I whimper, my body shaking with the force of his thrusts. He’s right. I do love it. I love the primal, brutal way he’s taking me, like he owns my body, like he knows exactly what I need.
He pulls out again, turning me onto my side. He lifts my leg, draping it over his shoulder as he slides back into me. This angle is even deeper, and I cry out as he hits my cervix, the mix of pain and pleasure sending me spiraling.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, my hands clutching his shoulders. “Nobody has ever been so deep inside.”
“I’m the first, babygirl,” he grunts, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into me. “And I’ll be the last.”
I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as he fucks me relentlessly. He leans down, his mouth capturing mine again, his tongue fucking my mouth in time with his cock.
“Come for me,” he orders, his voice a low growl. “Your pussy will look so fucking beautiful when it’s filled with cum,”
His words send me over the edge, my body convulsing as my orgasm rips through me. I scream his name, my pussy clamping down on his cock, pulsing around him.
He groans, his body tensing as he finds his own release. I feel his cock pulse inside me, his hot cum spraying my unprotected pussy walls, filling me completely. He keeps thrusting, his cum leaking out of me, coating my thighs, marking me as his.
“You cunt looks so sexy when it's drunk up all my load. You’re like a bitch that has been bred. Full of seed,” he says into my ear.
I shiver at the implication of him breeding me. I look down at my stomach, imagine it swollen with his child, and that sends an intense shockwave through my system.
He pulls away, my leg sliding from his shoulder as he slips out of me, and I feel the wet trickle of his cum leaking from my pussy, flowing out of the most intimate part of me and running down my pussy lips to my thighs. It is so primitive, like his animalistic marking, making sure that when he leaves I will still feel him. I will still have him on me. As though I'm his conquest.
His breeder, carrying is seed inside my channel.
That last thought imprints itself into my brain like a tattoo.
Dmitry strokes my cheek. “You look so pretty when you’re being real.”
He’s panting from all the exertion. He did all the work. I made him chase me, tame me, and fuck me. And it was amazing. I can’t believe I just lived my fantasy. “Fake sex with my fake boyfriend feels better than I imagined.”
He frowns. “It was real sex from your fake boyfriend.”
“Whatever.”
I take a minute to recover. As my pussy stops convulsing, I feel the cool air of the room gust across my wet folds.
I look down, Dmitry’s attention following my own gaze downward. His cum is still leaking out of me in a creamy, sticky flow. It coats my legs in a glossy sheen.
Dmitry places his hand over my hips, squeezing the flesh there. His fingers drum over my knees.
Dmitry’s touch suddenly changes, becoming tender and gentle. He runs his hands over my skin, soothing the marks he left, his voice soft and husky.
“You were so good for me, babygirl,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my temple. “So fucking good.”
