Page 98 of Stolen Empire
Her eyes lock on mine as I sink back in, deeper this time, hitting angles that make her gasp.
“Look at you,” I mutter.
“Taking my dick like a good little slut.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” she snaps, but her nails rake down my back, drawing blood, urging me on.
I pick up the pace, slamming into her, the couch creaking under us.
Sweat drips from my brow onto her tits, and I lean down to lick it off, sucking one nipple into my mouth while I pinch the other.
Her hands are everywhere—clawing my shoulders, grabbing my ass to pull me deeper.
“Deeper—God, Dimitri, ruin me,” she moans.
I do.
I fuck her like it’s the end of the world, raw and relentless, our bodies slick and slapping together.
The pressure builds in my balls, and I know I’m close.
She senses it, wrapping her legs tighter around me.
“Inside,” she whispers, her eyes fierce.
“Fill me up.”
That’s all it takes.
I thrust one last time, burying myself deep as I come, spilling hot and thick inside her.
Rope after rope, pulsing into her pussy, marking her from the inside out.
She clenches around me, drawing it out, her own aftershocks milking every drop.
I collapse on top of her, both of us panting, bodies tangled and sticky.
As the haze clears, reality crashes back. I'm heaving for breath, slick with sweat as I pin her down, and she's still high as a kite.
But the Radich’s have made themselves clear.
They're coming for me and they're not going to be shy about it from now on.
And I can't let Katya get caught in the middle.
What the fuck am I going to do?
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KATYA
My body is fucking wrecked, dehydrated and sore.
My heart just won’t stop beating too fast and I feel like I ran a marathon.
Dimitri and I were awake late and slept even later.
My vagina feels like someone took a wrecking ball to it, but it makes me grin at how incredible that man makes me feel.
