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“Dimitri, I can’t… You have to stop. I’m… I think… I’ve never felt this good, and I can’t control—”
He sucked harder, and something unraveled inside me. My orgasm gushed onto his face, and he hummed as it happened, like he wanted every drop still.
I heard how he lapped at it, how he practically drank my come into his mouth. And he didn’t shy away from licking every single part around my folds to get all of it. He slid that expert tongue over my inner thighs, and I felt his five-o’clock shadow scrape against the sensitive skin. My legs tightened around him, and I could’ve held him there all night because suddenly I wanted to.
When I rocked against him one last time, he moaned out, “Look at you. Fucking incredible. Your body wants even more, I can feel it.” He crawled up me and turned my face to his. I knew I was blushing, but he grabbed my jaw and chin so that I had to look him in the eyes. “Ashamed of how much you like it, Olive?” I bit my lip because I didn’t want to answer, but he used his thumb to pull it from my teeth immediately. “Answer me.”
“I just broke up with my boyfriend. I really shouldn’t like it this much…”
“He was cheating on you. You should do whatever the fuck you want,” he corrected me before he leaned closer—so close that our lips touched—and murmured, “Now, tell me how good you taste when you’re doing exactly what you want.”
And then he kissed me hard, stuck his tongue so far in my mouth I had no choice but to suck my juices from it. I tasted sweet and salty and mixed with him. I tasted of desire and sex, so addictive that I moaned like I couldn’t get enough.
As I arched into him, I moved my hand down to grab his cock and centered his hard tip right against me. “I won’t be able to stand it if you don’t fuck me, Dimitri.”
“I probably shouldn’t. You’re right about complications.”
Now he was trying to deny me? “You should. Just one time. I’m on birth control, you can have me bare if you’ve been...” I drifted off, not knowing how to ask.
“I get tested regularly, Olive. But don’t trust any guy who says that.Fuck." He swore under his breath and I watched how the cords in his neck tightened. “Do you know what saying that to a guy does?”
“Yeah, it gets him to screw me, which is what I want. It’s only going to be tonight anyway. Might as well make the most of it.”
“God damn it, Olive. We’re going to regret this.” But I felt the tip of him at my entrance. There was no way I’d regret feeling all of him in me. There’s no way he’d regret it either. He was throbbing in my grip, thick and solid and bigger than I’d ever experienced.
“Fuck me like you mean it, Dimitri. Don’t let me down.”
Chapter Five
DIMITRI
How couldI deny a woman panting with desire underneath me and begging me for the best sex of her life?
Better still, how could I deny Olive Monroe? The second she dropped that dress in front of my window, I knew no other woman would compare to her. So strong even in her vulnerability, she met my challenge head-on.
And now, she was already a fiend for what I could to do with her sexually, and I was a fiend for her addiction to it. Her body was perfection, so small and yet so full of curves that I could get lost in her forever. Every sound she made when I touched her was almost as intoxicating as the way she tasted against my lips too.
I couldn’t deny her if I tried. It’s how I’d defend myself later, but now, there was no defense.
I thrust into her hard and didn’t hold back, all our boundaries and reservations gone. I didn’t care right then that she was my best friend’s assistant or that she was younger than us or even that she’d just broken up with her boyfriend.
All the worries, all the hesitations were gone. We got back to the animalistic need within us to be a part of one another, and that’s what I needed most now.
“Harder,” she begged.
I pulled out slowly as I stared into her hooded eyes. I took my time really observing her in that moment. Her curls were sprawled out on the pillow, dark and shiny against the white pillowcase, her breathing heavy. Her breasts rose and fell fast, and I saw how they were peaked, full and ready for me to give them more attention.
“You hide these tits from the world, I swear,” I growled as I brushed a thumb over her nipple and leaned on my other arm, hovering over her.
“Yeah, they’re too big.” She rolled her eyes, and when I pinched the nipple, she whimpered. “And too sensitive.”
I rolled it now, giving it extra attention as I watched how her eyes glazed over, so responsive to my every touch. “Hmm. I disagree.”
“Seriously. They just”—she waved one hand at them—“harden easily and people see, and then if you touch them…”
I dipped my head down to run my tongue over the other one, and she screamed then gripped my hair and pushed me against them. She liked to be touched so much I wasn’t sure I’d be able to remember anyone before or after her.
“God, that feels so good. You have to stop or I’ll—”
