Chapter 43

DIMITRI

Grazing my knuckles against her panties, I find her soaking. She whimpers at my touch, spreading her legs for me. I take that as my cue and twist her around, crushing her tits against the wall as I drop to my knees behind her.

Moving my mouth up her legs, I plant hot kisses on the backs of her thighs. She bundles up her dress and holds it out of my way as my fingers make quick work of brushing her panties aside.

I part her legs for me, drooling at seeing the pink flesh of her pussy and that throbbing clit. Her moans turn to soft cries when my mouth latches on to her from behind. Then I lick her entrance, sucking whatever I can into my mouth.

She tastes the same, just like I remember—she is still addictive. She will never not be addictive to me.

Continuing to slurp on her pussy, I insert a finger into her sleek, dripping hole. My middle digit disappears between her legs, and her walls hug it tightly.

I grin against her skin, my chest swelling with pride at the thought that my girl couldn’t stop herself from getting wet at just the sight of me even after all these years.

“Cazzo… You’re still so tight for me. Look here, beautiful,” I demand against her pussy lips. “Look how wet you are.”

She grabs onto wall hooks above her head as she looks down, watching me work her, devour her, destroy her.

I eat her while dragging my finger in and out, inserting another one until they are knuckles deep inside her wet cunt. After using my tongue to twitch her clit, I then pinch it between two fingers of my other hand.

Her thighs shake as she traps me between her legs, riding on my fingers and singing like my little bird, just like I taught her to. She curses, cries, and coaxes me to go on. Her words become muffled as my whole focus shifts to pleasing her.

Soon her thighs are shaking, and when I suck on her clit hard, she explodes, cumming all over my tongue.

Like the thirsty man I am, I drink her, not letting her shut her legs until my tongue has lapped up every drop. I lick her inner thighs before I rise behind her.

She turns slowly, panting as she leans against the wall. Her cheeks are red, and her eyes are hazy with lust. She is stunning.

Grabbing her chin, I plant my mouth on hers, put my tongue down her throat, and make her taste herself. Then I break away and say, “I missed you so much. So fucking much. You’ve no idea.”

She clings to me, climbing up my body like she always used to. Her thighs curl around my waist as she twists her fingers within my hair, raking her nails along my scalp.

I squeeze the flesh of her ass, bouncing her to give myself a better hold. She mutters to me the way to her bedroom, and once we enter, I carry her to the bed and drop her on the mattress. I get between her legs and pillow her head with my arm as we continue kissing.

“Fuck me, Dimitri,” she begs, pulling my bottom lip between her teeth and letting go with a ~smack~.

“No, love. I won’t fuck you,” I say, and her forehead creases with worry at my words, but I soothe her nerves with my next. “I’ll make love to you.”

I pull away from her, rise to my knees, and snap my belt buckle open to roll my pants down. I take off my shirt, exposing my skin to the smoldering erotic air of the room before I throw it onto the floor.

Anya sits up, dragging the hem of her dress up and exposing her braless tits, which jiggle as she lets her clothes join mine on the floor. Naked like sin, her skin glistens with a pinkish hue.

Pushing her down with my palm, I then crush my chest to those tits. I squeeze them between my hands, diving my nose in between before sucking each of her nipples into my mouth. She moans, using her hand on my hair to guide my mouth over her nubs.

My pelvis grinds against hers— the tip of my rock-hard cock teases her entrance. She spreads her legs invitingly, moving her hand down between our bodies. Curling smooth fingers around my girth, she guides me inside her.

Unable to stop myself, I slam into her so hard that she rocks over the sheets, sliding a few inches up. The bliss of being inside her tightens my muscles as pleasure shoots down my spine. “Fuck!”

I pound into her, locking our lips once again. As I fuck her, my hips slap against hers and move in a circle so that she feels every inch of me. She cries sweetly, holding on to my waist and curling her legs around my hips. Her tits jiggle with every thrust.

“Look at us, bellissima,” I moan into her mouth. A trail of saliva connects our lips when we part. “How perfect we are.”

“Oh…oh, Dimitri.” Her eyes roll back as she shakes. “More.”

Hooking an arm under her ass, I lift her to an angle that allows me to push deeper into her. I keep her up like this as she clenches herself around my cock, sending sparks of explosive pleasure through my body.

“How are you so perfect? Being inside you makes me the happiest man on Earth. I missed this pussy.” I place my other hand on the headboard, and the force of our lovemaking causes it to hit the wall with every plunge.

Between thrusts, I continue to speak. “I missed the way it clenches around me when I pound into you. When I make love to my baby girl. It’s my pussy, isn’t it, amore mio?”

“Yes,” she pants, pulling me to her and catching my lips between hers.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” I flip us around so that she is on top and grab her hips to rock her down on me. She bounces, using my shoulders for support as she dances over me. “How do you feel so good?” I rasp, taking as much of her tit into my mouth as I can.

She tries to speak, but her words come out only in indecipherable moans. She slams down on me, again and again, clenching me each time.

“Tell me you love me,” I beg, sliding a hand up her sweaty skin and bringing her mouth to mine.

“I love you,” she croaks as I kiss her.

Our tongues twirl together, mimicking the way our hips roll, and it is enough to drive me insane.

I grab her hips when I start to feel my pleasure climb. I slam up into her, and she gasps. “Tell me you’re mine,” I demand, growling as my cock disappears inside her.

“I’m yours!” she cries, sounding like her orgasm is here. One pump later, she cums with a scream, sending my name echoing against the four walls. She digs her nails into my shoulders as she rides out her climax.

“Yes, just like that. Just like my good girl—fuck!” I pump into her three more times before my cum fills her in thick jets.

She comes again as I pulse inside her, my throbbing cock filling her so much that my seed leaks out in a sticky mess. The sight is stunning, fueling my breeding kink as I watch the semen dribble down her beautiful, round thighs.

My body goes limp on the mattress, heaving, and she collapses too. My cock is still inside her, the soft aftershocks of her orgasm keeping it hard. She rises slowly, placing her elbows on my chest as she looks down at me with mesmerizing hazel eyes.

Her gaze is thoughtful as she runs a finger across my collarbone, gathering up a drop of sweat that has found its way to my neck. After licking the sweat from her digit, she asks, “So, can we do that again?” She gives me a devilish smile.

After I move a lock of hair away from her face, I smile back. “For the rest of our lives, babe.”

“Are you sure?”

I rise to sit, causing both of us to moan when the movement makes my cock graze her walls. “Want me to put a ring on it?” I ask, grabbing her hand and tracing the ring finger with my thumb.

“Hmm…”

“Say yes, and I’ll marry you tomorrow,” I declare, already imagining her walking down the aisle in white. “You’ll be tied to me for a lifetime, and once that’s done, you can’t even think of leaving me. Is that what you want?”

She curls her arms around my neck, smiling softly. “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

Hope lights a selfish flame in my heart. “You’re the other half of my heart, Anya. You make me complete. So marry me,” I coax. “Say yes.”

Anya teases me with her silence, pausing for seconds before leaning in to whisper her answer in my ear. “Yes.”

She will be mine…always.

^The End^