“Are you sure you want this, Roxanne?” Dimitri asks as he fists his cock to give it a hearty squeeze, “Because it’ll hurt. Your tight little cunt is going to feel me for days once I’m finished with it.”
I nod, a better response above me. I thought my earlier orgasm was as powerful as they’d get, but the image of Dimitri working his cock in and out of his fist while staring down at my drenched sex reveals I starkly underestimated their abilities. The one cresting in my womb now feels like a tsunami, growing more devastating when Dimitri loses the ability to harness his desires for the second time.
He doesn’t plunge his thick cock into me like my devious mind was hoping. He falls to his knees, spread my thighs wide, then burrows his head back between my legs. “You taste too fucking good for only one sample.”
After notching a single finger inside of me, he delves his tongue around his frozen digit, easing the burn his fat finger caused. He eats me for the next several minutes before adding a second finger to the mix.
I don’t realize how noisy I’m being until my moans bounce off the walls of Dimitri’s office. I grunt and moan on repeat while fighting the urge to tell him to stop. I don’t want him to stop, but if I don’t say something, I’ll explode into a blubbering mess of wetness and sin even quicker than I did the first time. I hadn’t considered the thought of him fingering me and giving me head at the same time. None of my college boyfriends could multitask. I either got one or the other, there was no option for both.
Seemingly linked to my inner workings, Dimitri grips my ass, thrusts my pussy off his desk, then eats the living hell out of me. I’m brought to climax by his tongue within seconds.
“Yes,” Dimitri hisses into my pussy when my nails grip the top of his shoulders. As scream after scream rips through me, I ride the intensity of my second climax like its more vital than my lungs needing air to function.
I’ve barely merged from hysteria when Dimitri attempts to squash a third finger inside of me. Unlike his earlier penetration, this one can’t enter without protest. I’m drenched from front to back, but no amount of wetness will simplify this process. It’s not meant to be easy.
“You’re close to taking a third finger,” Dimitri mutters under his breath as he swivels the two inside of me, “But it won’t be done without pain.” His bedroom skills are undeniable when he continues finger-fucking me without pause while standing to his feet. “I want to hurt you, but I don’t want to hurt you so much, you’re out of action for days on end.”
Any worries on me drying up fly out the window when he fists his cock in his other hand for the second time. He doesn’t choke it to calm it down. He strokes it to bring himself to climax like he did when his jealousy got the better of him. His pumps are fast and fluid despite the fact his eyes never once leave my face. He watches me watching him come undone, his stroke quickening the more my eyes dart between his face and his impressive cock.
I moan when the heat of his spawn mingles with the fiery warmth between my legs a few seconds later. Instead of coming on my chest to intermingle our scents, he ejaculates on my pussy, so his climax slicks with mine.
As his nostrils flare to cool his dangerous body temperature, he rubs his climax around the opening of my pussy before he pushes it inside of me. Once he’s confident I’m the wettest I’ve ever been, his cock’s head overtakes the helm of our scorching exchange. He coats himself in my juices before lining up, gripping my hips, then driving home.
I won’t lie. It fucking hurts—a lot.
While kicking out, I scream like I’m being murdered. This is worse than I could have comprehended. It makes me convinced I should have joined a nunnery. There was no way I would ever take a man the size of Dimitri without pain, but this goes beyond that. He’s doesn’t have impressive length, he’s got eyewatering girth too. I’m full to the brim and doing everything I can not to cry.
As shards of pain claw through me, Dimitri drops his thumb to my clit. His dedicated attention to my achy bud lessens my pussy’s vicious clutch on his cock. He circles the bundle of nerves on repeat, bringing me back from death one delightful swivel at a time. Within seconds, I’ve withdrawn my application to sainthood and resubmitted one to the fiery depths all orgasms come from.
It’s amazing how responsive my body is to his touch. He could beat me to the point of death, however, and I bet my body would still respond positively to him. It’s fucked up to consider, but the most honest I’ve ever been.
Only seconds later, I’m more frustrated with Dimitri’s calm than terrified about additional pain. Excluding his initial thrust that pushed me to the brink of hell, his cock hasn’t budged an inch. He’s inside of me—very very deeply rooted—but he isn’t rocking his hips how his delicious ‘V’ muscle is designed to move. He’s completely still, frozen like a statue.
The worry blistering through me nosedives toward the negative when I lock my eyes with his face. He is inside me like no man has ever been, but he isn’t in the room with me. He’s far far away from here.
“Dimitri?” I gabble out on a groan when he withdraws his cock as quickly as he jabbed it inside of me.
I thought the blood smeared on his rapidly deflating cock would have his chest swelling with pride—it was clear tonight the men in his realm view virginities as a gift. They’re willing to pay over a hundred thousand dollars just to secure a night with a virgin, however Dimitri’s chest is filling more with anger than smugness. He once again looks set to kill, and once again, all of his fury is directed at me.
After tugging up his trousers with enough aggression the thread around his zipper pops, he says, “Get dressed and go straight to your room.”
My hands instinctively move to cover my chest, suddenly vulnerable about the angsty in his tone. “Is everything okay—”
“Get dressed and go straight to your room!”
Tears almost spill down my face when his roar makes me jump out of my skin. When he spots their sudden arrival, the mask over his face is the sternest I’ve ever seen him. He appears as if he wants to strangle me until the light he lit in my eyes has been extinguished, or better yet, until I’m dead.
Confident I won’t defy him for the second time tonight, he pivots on his heels and stalks to the door. “I’ll be back to deal with you later.” The way he says ‘deal’ confirms my earlier worry. Dimitri Petretti no longer wants to claim my virginity. He wants my life.
Chapter Thirty-One
Roxanne
I brush away stupid blobs of wetness sitting high on my cheeks when the creak of a door breaks through my quiet sniffles. I’m so angry, so fucking mad, but more than anything, I’m hurt. I gave myself to Dimitri in a way I can never repeat, and what did I get for it? Another cold, hard rejection.
He made me come undone twice, marked me with his cum, then spat me out as if I was worthless the instant I fell for his tricks. God, I thought I was smart! I didn’t have the best upbringing, and my parents loved drugs more than me, but I’ve always had a good head on my shoulders.
Well, I did. Perhaps I lost more than my integrity in the alleyway all those months ago. Maybe this is punishment for my wicked sins.