“Fuck,” I gasp when I can breathe again.
For a second, I swear I see stars. My whole body’s shaking, clenching around him as he shudders against me. I can feel him fill the condom with a primal urgency, releasing himself inside of me at the exact moment I climax on his cock.
19
Dimitri
Iwake up, disoriented. My eyes snap open, adjusting to the darkness.
What fucking time is it?
A warm body shifts next to me. Wren.Blyat. I shouldn’t have brought her here. This place… it’s where I come to escape. To be alone.
But here she is, naked and tempting, in my bed. In my private lair.
My cock is already hard. Again.Suka. This woman is like a drug, and I need another hit to get her out of my system.
We’ve already gone four rounds. Four mind-blowing, earth-shattering rounds. And it’s not enough. I need more. One last time to purge her from my blood.
I know I want her again. Need to fuck her one more time. But we’re out of condoms. Used the last one hours ago.
I shift, trying to ease the ache. No use. I’m rock-hard and ready to go.
Wren stirs, those green eyes fluttering open. “Mmm… D?” Her voice is husky with sleep.
“Shut up,” I growl, but my hand’s already trailing down her side, squeezing that perfect ass.
She arches into me, a small moan escaping her lips. “Someone’s eager.”
I grunt, pulling her closer. The feel of her soft skin against mine is maddening. I need to be inside her again.
“We’re out,” I mutter, biting her neck hard enough to leave a mark.
“Out of what?” She gasps as I suck on that spot behind her ear.
“Condoms.” My voice is rough, frustrated. “Used the last one earlier.”
Wren pulls back, her eyes searching mine in the darkness. “Oh.” A beat of silence. Then, “Do you have any diseases I should know about?”
I bark out a laugh. “No. You?”
She shakes her head. “Clean as a whistle. And I’m on birth control.”
My cock throbs painfully at the implication.
She responds by grinding against me, her wet heat sliding along my length. “Then what are you waiting for, D? Fuck me already.”
Blyat. This goddamn woman will fucking finish me.”
I flip her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up. She moans, pressing back against me. I line myself up and thrust in hard, no warning, no gentleness.
“Blyat,” I curse, gripping her hips tight enough to bruise. She feels even better like this, hot and tight and perfect.
Wren cries out, her hands fisting in the sheets. “God, D… harder…”
I don’t need to be told twice. I start to move, setting a brutal pace. This isn’t making love. It’s not even fucking. It’s animalistic rutting, pure and simple.
The room fills with the sounds of our coupling—skin slapping against skin, breathless moans, muttered curses in English and Russian.
