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He pulled out slowly and slid right back in, faster and harder. “You be my good girl,” he growled as he drove in over and over.

I watched him, mesmerized by the feral look of utter need as he scowled down at me. It was a look of focus, of complete concentration, but more than that, an expression of rapture and desire so potent it consumed him.

My nerves felt lit on fire as he thrust into me roughly. I sensed him everywhere, as though his act of taking my virginity and fucking me into oblivion was a full-body experience. Throbbing in my pussy. Aching in my nipples. And tensing with this foreign need to explode and release the pressure low within my stomach.

“Dmitri…”

I’d beg if I had to. I wanted to come so badly, I wasn’t sure how much more I could wait or handle the intensity of the orgasm I was surely barreling toward.

“You wanna be my good girl?” he demanded as he scowled and thrust his hips faster. Then he kissed me brutally, stealing my breath. “You want to be my good girl, Hannah?”

I arched up to him, meeting his pounding actions. “Yes. Yes, Dmitri.”

After he smashed his mouth to mine and sucked on my tongue, he rocked his hips with a more upward, forceful angle. That wasall I needed. It did the trick. Under his weight, trapped with his lips sealed to mine and his dick speared up so deep in my pussy, I came.

My orgasm swept through me with a blinding harshness. I squeezed my eyes shut, worried the force of it would dizzy me. Waves of relief built and strengthened as I milked him with my inner muscles, and I lost all thought of whatever the hell I shouted.

He wasn’t much better. With growls and flashes of profanity, he roared as he came. His dick jerked in me, twitching and flooding me with his hot cum.

“Fuck, Hannah,” he repeated, over and over. Surprise and awe laced his tone as he growled and held me tight. Each time he uttered my name, almost in shocked reverence at finally caving with me, he slumped over me that much more.

I caught my breath as the lingering waves of bliss and pleasure spread through me. Even though I was thoroughly wrung out and exhausted, I had the foresight to worry about him. His arm. That shoulder we’d been focusing on. Even the lingering scar tissue in his leg. He didn’t fight me when I pushed up to prompt him to roll over. Once he did, still hugging me tightly, I lay draped over him. Limp, spent, and too relaxed to move at all, I stayed just like that.

His arms remained where they were. One strapped over my back and the other slanted lower. His hand cupped my ass, but he spread his fingers wide on my side to brace me over him.

Almost like he couldn’t dare to let me go.

Breathing steadier, I made no move to get up. I lay just like that, dazed and sated. Stunned, too, that I’d lost one thing I wasn’t sure I’d give up easily. Dmitri was my first.

And as I realized he’d fallen asleep still holding me over him, I drifted too, sleepily wondering how wonderful it would be if he were myonly, too.

14

DMITRI

Iwoke up stiff. My muscles were pulled too tight. The tension in my shoulder felt the worst. That was what woke me up, the stabbing ache of discomfort there.

I opened my eyes, giving up on this pull to sleep in. I wasn’t stiff because I’d been in bed with Hannah. It was due to skipping my evening session of therapy last night.

And maybe this morning too.I glanced at the time and saw that I’d be seeing her soon.

I needed to work my body. I wouldn’t deny it. But I had been doing that with the raven-haired beauty of an almost-nurse. And she wasn’t in sight.

Last night, I worked her body too. We both exerted ourselves yesterday, and I’d never forget the glorious memory of her going down and sucking me like she did. I respected that it was her first time and she’d needed guidance. She got the hang of it quickly, she was so eager to please me. As I lay in bed waking up, I reveled in the fact that I was the one to teach her how to give head.

She must have taken off sometime in the night. Because she wasn’t here in my bed, sleeping on top of me.

Are you going to try to hide from this happening too?I had to wonder.

If she wanted to dismiss it all and act like it hadn’t occurred…

“Fuck that,” I muttered to myself as I got up.

Now that I knew how good she felt, I wanted her again. And again. I missed her tight pussy wrapped around my dick. Her breathy moans and sexiest mewls. I yearned to make her gasp in surprise and claw at my back for more.

It was wrong, so wrong on many levels. If I couldn’t tolerate her without arguing, I had no business fucking her. And that was the premise of my mistake. I wasn’t left wondering and fantasizing about how good it could feel. I possessed that knowledge. I could think back and revisit the memories of that perfect bliss of making her come apart.

She was supposed to be here to help me get stronger, all for the sole purpose of hunting down my tormentor. It was a mistake to change my focus.

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