A fierce growl left him, and I felt more empowered. I envisioned his cock like an ice cream cone melting on a hot July day.
I dragged my tongue up and down the length, over the end, and sucked the crown into my mouth.
“More,” he snarled and gripped my hair so tight a flash of pain slammed into me. But that discomfort soon morphed to pleasure, and I moaned around him, pressing my tongue gently into the slit of his cock and stroking my hand up and down his thick shaft.
He wedged his thighs between my legs, and I pressed down as I rolled my hips, working myself over him as I gave him head.
He started lifting his hips, meeting me as I sank my mouth down on him. The tightening of his hand on my hair pushed me farther down until the crown hit the back of my throat. I gagged and my eyes watered, and he let up slightly, giving me a second before repeating the process.
“Sosi menya silneye. Glubzhe. Vozmi vse.” Suck me harder. Deeper. Take it all. He lifted his hips, forcing his dick back down my throat.
Tears streamed down my cheeks and my throat felt raw, but I’d never experienced such need and lust before.
After a few seconds I started sucking him off with more fervor. The Russian curses that spilled from him made me feel high. His cock swelled in my mouth, and I knew I wanted to swallow every drop he’d give me.
But when I slipped my hand down to cup the heavy weight of his balls, he grunted and pulled me off with a firm yank of my hair.
His cock slipped from my mouth and slapped wetly against his stomach. He was breathing so hard as he stared at me. With his hand tangled in my hair, my neck was tilted back, my throat arched, my breasts were thrust out. I was so hot I wondered if he could feel the heat.
“What you do to me,” he murmured and squeezed his hand in the strands before pulling me forward and slamming his mouth onto mine.
He fucked me with his tongue and lips like I wanted him to do with his cock in my pussy.
“Tell me what you want.” He nipped at my bottom lip, our mouths still pressed together as we shared the same air.
I looked into his eyes that were more black than blue now, the pupils eating the color and washing away any of the light that clung to him. I didn't need to think about what I wanted.
I knew what I needed, and only Dmitry could give it to me.
“I want you to fuck me.” A suspended moment passed after I spoke, those words hanging between us heavy and thick. And then a surprised cry left me when I found myself on my back, Dmitry all but tearing at my clothes so they were nothing but tattered material and ripped seams all around us.
“Those were new,” I said in mock shock.
“I’ll give you my Black Card to buy more. There’s no credit limit. Buy the whole fucking store, baby.” He looked at me lazily. “Just so I can tear them off all over again.”
Now lying in nothing but panties, my nipples puckered even more under his appraising stare.
He knelt above me, his dark gaze moving over my breasts, along my belly, and stroked over my satin-covered pussy.
He hummed low in his throat, and with a grip of his hands on my waist, flipped me onto my belly.
I gasped and shifted, but he slapped my ass hard enough I buried my face in the pillow and moaned through the heat and discomfort. Dmitry smoothed the sting away and gave the other side a firm spank. More smoothing of his palm over my ass before he repeated the process.
He did this over and over again until I felt liquid beneath him, and only then did he grab my waist and lift my lower half up.
Ass up, face down, and his knee wedged between my thighs to push them wider, I felt bared fully despite my panties still on.
He gripped my hips painfully, pulling my ass back, his face now right between my thighs. Dmitry nuzzled me, moaning, slapping my ass cheek and then squeezing the flesh.
I could hear him inhaling, and it was such an obscene act that I actually pressed back farther, grinding myself against his face.
He slid his mouth over my bottom, took each side of the underwear, and slid it in between the crease. And then he bit one plump mound, not hard enough to break the skin, but there was still that sting that went straight to my clit.
His other hand was kneading my flesh, spreading the cheek before letting it fall back into place.
With the sound of fabric rending, and the dig of elastic against my waist, my panties were torn off.