Page 128 of Stolen Empire
"I would never leave you there to die alone."
With one thrust, I bury myself inside her until she gasps.
She's tight, so fucking tight, she fits me like a glove.
We both groan at the sensation, her nails raking down my back.
"God, you're perfect," I rasp, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in.
"This pussy was made for my cock."
"Yes," she pants, meeting my thrusts.
"You feel incredible."
My thrusts are met by every dip and arch of her hips, and every jolt makes her tits bounce.
I watch her head arch upward and her eyes flutter shut.
Her mouth is agape with pleasure while I drive into her.
"Fuck, yes. You're so deep."
Sweat slicks our skin, and our panting steams the air.
I hook one of her legs over my arm, changing the angle, hitting her even deeper.
"I wish I could go deeper, stretch you until I can bury myself in your womb."
"I'm yours," she moans.
"All yours. Stretch me. Ruin me for anyone else."
Her words push a button that makes me want to blow on the spot and I roll us over so she's on top.
She straddles me, sinking down onto my length with a gasp.
Her hands brace on my chest as she starts to ride me, grinding her hips in circles.
"Oh, fuck, this feels amazing," she says, her head thrown back.
"God, I missed you."
"Ride me harder," I order, gripping her hips and thrusting up to meet her.
"Bounce on it. Show me how much you want it."
She does, her ass slapping against my thighs as she picks up speed.
Her pussy clenches around me with every downward motion and I reach between us, rubbing her clit in tight circles.
"Come again," I demand.
"Squeeze my dick, Katya."
"Yes, Dimitri! I'm coming… oh God, yes!"
She shatters around me, her walls fluttering, pulling me deeper.
