Chapter 7 #2
I can only moan in response, my body overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts.
He’s hitting a spot inside me that makes my toes curl, my nails digging into his shoulders as I hold on for dear life.
He leans down, his mouth capturing mine in a brutal kiss, his tongue mimicking the movements of his cock.
He pulls out suddenly, flipping me onto my stomach. Before I can react, he grabs my hips and pulls me up onto my knees, his cock pressing against my entrance again.
He slams back into me, his hips smacking against my ass, the sound filling the room along with my cries of pleasure.
“You look hot when your ass is up in the air and my cock is between your cheeks,” he growls, his hand tangling in my hair, pulling my head back. “You love this, don’t you? You love being fucked like an animal.”
I whimper, my body shaking with the force of his thrusts. He’s right. I do love it. I love the primal, brutal way he’s taking me, like he owns my body, like he knows exactly what I need.
He pulls out again, turning me onto my side. He lifts my leg, draping it over his shoulder as he slides back into me. This angle is even deeper, and I cry out as he hits my cervix, the mix of pain and pleasure sending me spiraling.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, my hands clutching his shoulders. “Nobody has ever been so deep inside.”
“I’m the first, babygirl,” he grunts, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into me. “And I’ll be the last.”
I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as he fucks me relentlessly. He leans down, his mouth capturing mine again, his tongue fucking my mouth in time with his cock.
“Come for me,” he orders, his voice a low growl. “Your pussy will look so fucking beautiful when it’s filled with cum,”
His words send me over the edge, my body convulsing as my orgasm rips through me. I scream his name, my pussy clamping down on his cock, pulsing around him.
He groans, his body tensing as he finds his own release. I feel his cock pulse inside me, his hot cum spraying my unprotected pussy walls, filling me completely. He keeps thrusting, his cum leaking out of me, coating my thighs, marking me as his.
“You cunt looks so sexy when it's drunk up all my load. You’re like a bitch that has been bred. Full of seed,” he says into my ear.
I shiver at the implication of him breeding me. I look down at my stomach, imagine it swollen with his child, and that sends an intense shockwave through my system.
He pulls away, my leg sliding from his shoulder as he slips out of me, and I feel the wet trickle of his cum leaking from my pussy, flowing out of the most intimate part of me and running down my pussy lips to my thighs.
It is so primitive, like his animalistic marking, making sure that when he leaves I will still feel him.
I will still have him on me. As though I'm his conquest.
His breeder, carrying is seed inside my channel.
That last thought imprints itself into my brain like a tattoo.
Dmitry strokes my cheek. “You look so pretty when you’re being real.”
He’s panting from all the exertion. He did all the work. I made him chase me, tame me, and fuck me. And it was amazing. I can’t believe I just lived my fantasy. “Fake sex with my fake boyfriend feels better than I imagined.”
He frowns. “It was real sex from your fake boyfriend.”
“Whatever.”
I take a minute to recover. As my pussy stops convulsing, I feel the cool air of the room gust across my wet folds.
I look down, Dmitry’s attention following my own gaze downward. His cum is still leaking out of me in a creamy, sticky flow. It coats my legs in a glossy sheen.
Dmitry places his hand over my hips, squeezing the flesh there. His fingers drum over my knees.
Dmitry’s touch suddenly changes, becoming tender and gentle. He runs his hands over my skin, soothing the marks he left, his voice soft and husky.
“You were so good for me, babygirl,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my temple. “So fucking good.”
His words send a warm flush through my body, a different kind of heat than before. It’s a warmth that spreads from my chest, filling me with a sense of contentment and safety. He’s feeding into a part of me that I’ve always kept hidden, a part that craves praise and approval.
He moves down my body, his touch gentle as he wipes the cum from between my legs with his hand, using his fingers to spread it softly, marking me again.
His kisses are soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the rough, primal way he took me earlier. He presses his lips to my thighs, my hips, my stomach, worshipping my body with his mouth. I can feel the sincerity in his touch, the genuine care and affection.
“You did so well, Callista,” he whispers, his voice a low rumble. his tongue traces the line of my thighs where the coating of liquid is making me quiver. He travels up to my lips, pushing his tongue inside where he kisses me and repeats “My good girl.”
His praise makes me melt, my body relaxing into the mattress. He pulls away slightly, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand to wipe me down properly. Each wipe turns the tissue into a mess of our joint pleasure. He disposes it and returns to me, his eyes soft and caring.
He rests my head on the pillow, pulling the bedsheets over my body. I feel a pang of loneliness, not wanting him to leave. I reach out, grabbing his arm.
“Stay,” I whisper, my voice small and vulnerable.
He looks at me, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then he nods, climbing into bed beside me. He pulls me against him, his body warm and solid against mine. It’s a feeling I’ve never had before, this sense of safety and comfort.
“You’re not alone, Callista,” he murmurs, his lips pressed against my forehead. “I’m here.”
I snuggle closer to him, my head resting on his chest. I can hear his heartbeat, steady and strong. It lulls me, making me feel safe and protected. This is something I’ve never experienced, this kind of intimacy and closeness.
“Thank you,” I whisper, my eyes already growing heavy.
He strokes my hair gently, his touch soothing and calming. “Sleep, babygirl. I’ve got you.”
And with those words, I drift off, feeling content and cherished. For the first time in my life, I don’t feel alone. I feel seen, understood, and cared for. And it’s all because of my bully.