Page 97 of Stolen Empire
Her hands fumble with my zipper, yanking it down and shoving my pants and boxers off in one go.
My dick springs free, as hard as a rock, precum beading at the tip.
She wraps her hand around me, stroking roughly, her grip tight enough to make me hiss.
“You want this pussy?” she taunts. “Then take it. Fuck me like you own me.”
I spin her around, bending her over the arm of the couch.
Her ass is up, perfect and round, and I smack it hard, the crack echoing in the room.
She gasps, pushing back against me.
“Again,” she demands.
I oblige, landing another slap, watching her skin bloom red under my palm.
Then I grab her hips, lining up my cock with her entrance.
She’s dripping, ready, and I thrust in deep with one brutal stroke, burying myself to the hilt.
Fuck, she’s tight—hot and velvet around me, squeezing like she was made for this.
“Shit, Dimitri—harder,” she begs.
I pull out almost all the way, then slam back in, setting a punishing rhythm.
The sound of skin slapping skin fills the air, mixed with her moans and my grunts.
I reach around, pinching her nipple between my fingers, twisting just enough to make her cry out.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” I growl.
“This what you needed? My cock stretching you open?”
“Yes—fuck, yes,” she whimpers.
I snake a hand into her hair, wrapping it around my fist and yanking her head back.
Her neck arches, exposing the column of her throat, and I wish I could bite it.
She’s clenching around me, her body trembling again, another orgasm building.
I feel it in the way she stiffens, the way her breaths come in short gasps.
I slide my free hand down her belly, finding her clit and rubbing circles over and over.
“Come for me again,” I demand.
“Milk me, Katya.”
She shatters, her pussy spasming around me, pulling me deeper.
I don’t slow down, fucking her through it, the wet sounds obscene and driving me insane.
When she slumps forward, spent, I pull out and flip her onto her back on the couch.
I climb over her, hooking her legs over my shoulders, folding her in half.
