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Almost negligently, he threw a decorative pillow from the couch to his feet. She followed its progress, her mouth going dry in anticipation. She wasn’t to be disappointed.
“Kneel,” came the simple, powerful order. She did as she was told.
The cock he presented her was hard, long and ready for action. She wanted it inside her, but first, she wanted a taste. She wanted to make him writhe as he’d done to her. She wanted to show him how much she appreciated his demands and all that he gave when he made love to her. It was a subtle give and take that brought them both to the ultimate pleasure and it was her turn to give. More than that, it was her pleasure, though she’d never really enjoyed giving head in the past.
With Dmitri, everything was new and exciting. He made things that she hadn’t experienced, or hadn’t really liked before, better than they’d ever been. He made her want to do anything and everything—for him.
“Suck it down, Carly.”
He fisted her hair in one hand, watching her progress as she leaned forward, her eyes straining upward to watch him as she took him into her mouth. She loved the look of nearly painful satisfaction on his face as he watched. She loved that she could bring this pleasure to him. She just plain loved him .
“Take it deep, darling. Suck hard now.” He coached her with grunting words as he pushed into her mouth, never giving her more than she could handle, but pushing her limits with each new thrust. She felt his excitement, and it drove her wild too.
“Enough!” He was trembling when he suddenly pulled free.
With impressive strength, he lifted her to her feet and positioned her in front of the couch. He bent her forward, facing the couch, but not on it, much to her surprise. She could see her reflection in the dark window, her gaze rising to capture the rough look of possession on Dmitri’s beloved face as he looked down at her bare bottom.
He kicked her legs apart with gentle shoves of his bare feet against hers, but she got the idea. She leaned forward, resting her arms on the back of the couch, standing in front of it, bent at the waist, her ass up in the air. They hadn’t done it this way yet and the added mirror of the window in front of her was an enticing touch.
She watched the expression on his face as he moved up behind her. He dragged a footstool over by one leg, kneeling on it. The level was just right. His hands went to her ass, spreading and lifting, delving between, seeking the slick wetness of her.
Two fingers thrust up inside her, and she yelped in surprise but soon got the rhythm. She smiled when he raised his eyes to their reflection in the nighttime glass.
“Okay, baby?” he asked.
She nodded, smiling while his fingers created a lovely friction inside her.
“It’s going to be hard and fast, Carly.”
“Do it, Dmitri. Do me hard.” She didn’t know where the words came from but she was glad of her bold reply when she saw the fire leap in his eyes reflected in the window.
His fingers left her core, replaced by that devilishly hard cock. He was thick and long, filling her completely. She moaned when he’d gained full entrance and sank back against him as he started to rock.
One of his hands rested on her ass, squeezing as he powered into her. The other came up and smacked her ass cheek with a crack that sounded through the room, though it didn’t really hurt that much. It shocked her, but by the time his hand rose to do it again, she quivered in anticipation of the small pain that she now knew would bring so much pleasure.
“You like that, my vixen.” He sounded pleased and she suddenly got an image in her mind. Like the Lord of the Manor fucking the scullery maid in the sitting room where anyone could walk in at any moment. The element of danger in the fantasy appealed to her more wicked senses.
She knew the fantasy image had to have come from the place where they joined in their minds. She also knew, though she had
Almost negligently, he threw a decorative pillow from the couch to his feet. She followed its progress, her mouth going dry in anticipation. She wasn’t to be disappointed.
“Kneel,” came the simple, powerful order. She did as she was told.
The cock he presented her was hard, long and ready for action. She wanted it inside her, but first, she wanted a taste. She wanted to make him writhe as he’d done to her. She wanted to show him how much she appreciated his demands and all that he gave when he made love to her. It was a subtle give and take that brought them both to the ultimate pleasure and it was her turn to give. More than that, it was her pleasure, though she’d never really enjoyed giving head in the past.
With Dmitri, everything was new and exciting. He made things that she hadn’t experienced, or hadn’t really liked before, better than they’d ever been. He made her want to do anything and everything—for him.
“Suck it down, Carly.”
He fisted her hair in one hand, watching her progress as she leaned forward, her eyes straining upward to watch him as she took him into her mouth. She loved the look of nearly painful satisfaction on his face as he watched. She loved that she could bring this pleasure to him. She just plain loved him .
“Take it deep, darling. Suck hard now.” He coached her with grunting words as he pushed into her mouth, never giving her more than she could handle, but pushing her limits with each new thrust. She felt his excitement, and it drove her wild too.
“Enough!” He was trembling when he suddenly pulled free.
With impressive strength, he lifted her to her feet and positioned her in front of the couch. He bent her forward, facing the couch, but not on it, much to her surprise. She could see her reflection in the dark window, her gaze rising to capture the rough look of possession on Dmitri’s beloved face as he looked down at her bare bottom.
He kicked her legs apart with gentle shoves of his bare feet against hers, but she got the idea. She leaned forward, resting her arms on the back of the couch, standing in front of it, bent at the waist, her ass up in the air. They hadn’t done it this way yet and the added mirror of the window in front of her was an enticing touch.
She watched the expression on his face as he moved up behind her. He dragged a footstool over by one leg, kneeling on it. The level was just right. His hands went to her ass, spreading and lifting, delving between, seeking the slick wetness of her.
Two fingers thrust up inside her, and she yelped in surprise but soon got the rhythm. She smiled when he raised his eyes to their reflection in the nighttime glass.
“Okay, baby?” he asked.
She nodded, smiling while his fingers created a lovely friction inside her.
“It’s going to be hard and fast, Carly.”
“Do it, Dmitri. Do me hard.” She didn’t know where the words came from but she was glad of her bold reply when she saw the fire leap in his eyes reflected in the window.
His fingers left her core, replaced by that devilishly hard cock. He was thick and long, filling her completely. She moaned when he’d gained full entrance and sank back against him as he started to rock.
One of his hands rested on her ass, squeezing as he powered into her. The other came up and smacked her ass cheek with a crack that sounded through the room, though it didn’t really hurt that much. It shocked her, but by the time his hand rose to do it again, she quivered in anticipation of the small pain that she now knew would bring so much pleasure.
“You like that, my vixen.” He sounded pleased and she suddenly got an image in her mind. Like the Lord of the Manor fucking the scullery maid in the sitting room where anyone could walk in at any moment. The element of danger in the fantasy appealed to her more wicked senses.
She knew the fantasy image had to have come from the place where they joined in their minds. She also knew, though she had
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