“You’ll only get to cum when I say so,” I say with a smirk as I crawl up between her spread legs. “And now it’s time for you to submit.”
In one swift move, I push my cock into Wren’s dripping-wet pussy. She cries out in pleasure as I fill her completely.
“Oh fuck, that’s it,” I grunt, spearing my cock into her tight, wet heat. “You’re mine, Wren. All fucking mine.”
Her legs tighten around me, pulling me deeper as she moans my name. “Fuck, yes! More. I need more!”
I grip her hips, slamming into her with punishing force. “You like being used like this? Being my little fucktoy?”
“Yes!” She arches her back, grinding against me. “Fuck, D. I’m gonna cum.”
“That’s right. Let me feel that tight little pussy grip my cock as you cum. Don’t hold back. I want to see you lose control. Cum all over me, baby.”
She cries out as her pussy spasms around me, pulsing and squeezing me so tight. But I’m not done.
I pick up the pace, our skin slapping together in a filthy symphony. She lets out a gasp, the sound only adding to my pleasure. I can feel the tip of my cock hitting that sweet spot inside her, the one that makes her squeal and clutch at the sheets.
“You’re gonna take every inch of me. I’m gonna fill you up,krasotka.”
“D! Oh God, fuck! I’m cumming!”
I rise up, balancing on my arms to get a better view of her face. “Da, krasotka. Cum on my cock,” I rasp out, letting her feel my breath on her neck.
I growl as her pussy spasms around my pulsing cock yet again. I watch as her eyes flutter shut, her mouth falling open in ecstasy as she rides the wave of pleasure.
Her pussy tightens around me, and I lose control. With a final, powerful thrust, I bury myself deep inside her, coming hard as her walls milk every last drop from me.
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Wren
The scalding water cascades over my skin, turning it an angry shade of red. Steam billows around me, thick enough to choke on. I close my eyes, letting the heat seep into my muscles, easing the delicious ache between my thighs.
Fuck. The sex… is addictive.
This wasn’t the plan.
A quick fuck to scratch an itch, nothing more.
Okay, a quick fucking amazing fuck.But still.
My mind races as I lather up. How the hell did I end up here? One minute, I’m minding my own business; the next, I’m knee-deep in D’s mafia bullshit.
I rinse off, watching the suds swirl down the drain. If only I could wash away this mess as easily.
My hand trails down my body, remembering D’s touch. My nipples harden.Fuck. Even thinking about him gets me going.
No. Stop it. This ends now.
I scrub my face hard, smearing off the last of my makeup. The real me stares back from the steamy mirror. Raw. Exposed.
I’ve spent years keeping everyone at arm’s length. It’s safer that way. No attachments, no disappointments. But D… he’s like a fucking wrecking ball, smashing through my defenses.
The water runs cold. I shut it off, the sudden silence deafening. For a moment, I just stand there, dripping, shivering.
I wrap myself in a towel.
It’s soft.
