Page 127 of Stolen Empire
I yank the bra down, freeing them, and my mouth descends on one peak, sucking hard while my hand pinches the other.
"Yes," she whimpers, arching her back.
"More."
I oblige, grazing my teeth over her nipple, then biting down just enough to make her whine.
Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as her hips grind up against my thigh.
I can feel the heat of her pussy through her pants, and when her hand rubs my crotch through my jeans, I growl into her skin.
"Give it to me," she begs, her voice breathy and desperate.
I pull back, stripping off my shirt and tossing it aside.
Her eyes rake over my chest, lingering on the tattoos and scars. She reaches for my belt, fumbling with it, but I push her hands away to do it myself.
But I get distracted by how badly I want her and end up undressing her instead.
I hook my fingers into her waistband and yank her pants down, along with her panties.
She's bare before me, her pussy glistening with arousal, pink and swollen.
I spread her legs wide, settling between them, and drag my fingers along her slit in one long, slow stroke.
"Dimitri!" she groans, her hips bucking up.
"Oh, fuck, don't stop."
Her moans fill the room as I lean over her trying to swallow them all with my kisses.
"Yes, yes, right there. Finger me deeper. Oh God, I'm going to come."
I curl my fingers, hitting that spot inside her that makes her whole body tense as I rub her clit with my thumb.
She explodes, her pussy pulsing around my digits, her cries echoing off the walls.
I kiss her through it, drawing out every tremor until she's panting and boneless beneath me.
And when our kissing slows and her body is limp and pliable, I strip her the rest of the way and roll off the bed to undress.
Katya watches me as I shed the remainder of my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor, and when I stroke myself a few times she reaches for me.
I let her take my hand and pull me back to bed where I position myself at her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock against her slick moisture.
She whimpers, wrapping her legs around me.
"I realized something," she says as I begin rocking my hips, teasing her entrance.
"What's that?"
My dick aches to be in her, but I draw it out, watching her jolt every time my head dips in.
"That I started to care about you, and that when they said they'd use me to get back at you, I wanted you to run, not rescue me."
Her words are sincere.
I can see it in her eyes, and it makes my chest flood with emotion.
