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His fingers curl upward and hit a spot I’ve never felt before. He works it slowly with one finger. And it feels different, deeper, and so much better. Every part of me craves attention, and I massage my breasts and tweak my nipples to match his rate.

“I will fuck you when you break apart.”

The wetness between my legs spreads, every inch of my center weeps. His second finger starts working the spot and I feel like I can’t breathe. Pinching my nipples as hard as I can take it, it’s an edge I’ve never been to before. He will break me. Ruin me. If he hasn’t already.

“You’re such a good girl taking this. Will you be just as good when you take my cock deep inside you?”

My eyes water. “Yes, please. Anything. Dimitri.”

The pressure builds, but it feels different, more intense. God this could kill me.

He continues to work the spot. “Can you take more?” He inserts a third finger, filling me, stretching my insides to a point of pain. “You’re so fucking tight.”

He’s got pent up desire for me and his manhood to prove. No, this will kill me. Not could. Will.

But the pressure builds to the peak and I can’t hold on. “Dimitri!” I scream as the flood of pleasure crashes into me. My eyes burn as tears pour, and I feel a rush of liquid flood from my center as my body quakes and arches.

Instead of letting me fall off the mountain top, Dimitri buries his lips and mouth around my pussy, drinking in the aftermath of my orgasm. He laps it up as my shoulders press hard into the bed. I whimper and cry as his motions become less frenzied and more deliberate. Until he kisses my inner thighs and rises, his lips glistening with my juices.

Splayed like a ragdoll on the bed, limbs languid, I’m blissed out of my mind as he towers over me. “Are you satisfied?” he asks.

I nod, words no work.

He takes a step back, admiring what he’s made me, and his hand strokes his raging cock as he smirks. “Now I will fuck you.” I make a sound, half gleeful, half afraid, and he grins. “I will show you how I feel.”

Oh no.

He steps out of my view and I hear him digging through his bag. He steps back and rolls on a condom. “To keep you safe, my little otter.”

In one smooth motion, he yanks my thighs to the edge of the bed. Standing between my legs, he assesses the height situation, grabs a pillow, and slides it under my ass. Now my entrance is perfectly lined up with him. Moving at a glacial speed, he slidesin, my body craving him. As his chest drops forward, he crawls on top of me. Once he’s fully seated, my body adjusts to the intrusion.

He leans forward and kisses my forehead. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

Our lips lock and I grip on to him with all my strength, running my fingers down his strained back muscles as he begins to move. He withdraws to my entrance and thrusts as he kisses away my yelp of delight. Everything about Dimitri is bigger up close—his smile, his eyes, all of his emotions, and his cock.

Between kisses and whispers of thank you, he thrusts deep and hard into me. But darkness falls into his eyes, and he pulls out, leaving me empty and yearning for more.

He rolls me over to my stomach and lifts my hips. The new position brings him in deeper, and he pounds into me, his balls keeping a steady rhythm against my thighs. This time it’s harder, more disconnected emotionally, and he reaches around and rubs my clit, sending my body into overdrive.

His hand snakes up my spine and weaves into my hair, gripping tighter than I expect. “How can I trust you when you’ve lied to me? You’re all I have, and I can’t believe you.” His voice is ragged as he thrusts his hips in deeper, pulling my hair while pressing hard against my clit.

I’ve never been used like this before—ruthless, with a mix of pain and pleasure. I’m not even aware my orgasm has been building until it leaves me with the same force Dimitri’s applied to his efforts.

He continues fucking me, rough and passionate. But he's hurt and broken. He’s lost everything.

But so have I.

“Dimitri, can we change positions?” I gasp between pants.

He releases my hair and slows his pace. “Are you ok?” Twinges of concern lace in every word as he withdraws from my body.

I crawl toward him, the soft linens on the bed making the short trek difficult, and slide onto his lap. Our chests touching, I wrap my arms around him as I slide back onto his cock.

He pushes my hair out of my face and kisses my nose. “Baby, I need an answer.”

Little Otter, Baby, he’s trying out nicknames until he finds one he likes. I smile and nod. “I’m fine, I want to see your face.”

I grind my hips and his eyes flutter back. “You feel amazing every way I take you.”