Chapter Twenty-One #2
She wormed her arm between them and lined him up with her entrance. He didn’t hesitate to pull her closer even as he thrust, filling her completely. With his fingers inside her, her eyes flew open, startled at how fucking good it was to be filled so completely. “Oh.”
“‘Oh,’ she says,” he murmured against her lips. “You just thought of what pleasure could be found with two cocks filling you.”
There was no point in lying. He read her too damn well. “Can’t blame me for that.” She wiggled a little, but he had her thoroughly pinned in place with cock and fingers. “I think I’d like it.”
“The filling or the two men?” His tone gave nothing away, but it was off all the same.
Damn it, why do we have to keep ruining a good thing with running our mouths? Keira kissed his jaw. “The filling. I don’t figure you’d share any better than I would.” She sure as fuck didn’t like the idea of him with another woman…
The thought stopped her pleasure cold. She leaned back enough to meet his gaze. “No one else, Dima. If you fuck someone else after marrying me, I’ll gut you.”
“Vicious.” He sounded almost pleased by it.
She gripped the back of his neck, forcing him to look down at her. “I’m serious.” Okay, I probably wouldn’t gut him. But I would 100 percent burn this fucking house to the ground and walk away to somewhere he’d never find me.
“I know.” He sucked on her bottom lip, and her eyes damn near rolled back in her head.
“There is no one but you, moya koroleva. After you, no one else will do.” He fucked her ass with his fingers, though he kept her impaled on his cock.
“And I do not share. I will fill you until you’re screaming your pleasure, but there will be no other cock inside you but mine. ”
And, just like that, she wanted him to take her. Keira kissed him hard. “Fuck my ass, Dima.”
“You keep giving orders.”
“I think you like it.”
She felt his grin. “Perhaps a little.”
And then he released her and pulled away long enough to flip her onto her stomach. “Lift.”
She obediently lifted her hips, and he slid a pillow beneath them. Keira twisted to watch him squirt some lube onto his palm. “I don’t suppose you have cameras set up in this room?”
“You know I don’t.”
“Too bad.” She eyed his cock. “I think I’d like to watch you fucking me on video.” Sex tapes were so tacky, but the idea of being able to cue up one and watch his ridiculously perfect body rolling as he fucked her… Yeah, she’d make an exception to that rule.
He crawled between her legs and roughly spread them wide. “There are cameras in the dining room. I’ll make you a copy.”
Memories flashed before her. Her on her knees in front of him with his cock in her mouth. His mouth against her pussy. Dmitri bending her over the table and fucking her right there.
She gasped as he bore down and slid his cock an inch into her. Dmitri stilled. “Am I hurting you?”
“No.” She wiggled, trying to take him deeper. “I’m thinking about watching that tape.”
“Ah. An exhibitionist and a voyeur. You truly are a delight, moya koroleva.” He slid deeper, and then deeper yet, until his pelvis pressed against her ass. He shifted her hair to the side and pressed an openmouthed kiss to the back of her neck. “And now?”
“I’m… good.” It was back to being uncomfortable, but she couldn’t tell if it was the intrusion or how empty her pussy felt.
As always, he seemed to know. Dmitri slid one hand between her and the pillow to stroke her clit. “And now?”
“Oh.” She shuddered, biting her lip. “That’s good. Really good.”
Another kiss against the back of her neck, and she swore to God her toes curled. His rough voice vibrated against her skin. “I’m going to buy you a vibrator to fill you while I fuck you like this. Right… here.” He pushed two fingers into her. “Would you like that, Keira?”
“Yes,” she gasped out. She couldn’t move with his weight pinning her to the bed, his cock filling her ass, and his fingers playing with her pussy. She couldn’t do anything but take everything he gave her and beg for more. “I need you to move. Take me. Please. Take everything.”
A slow shift of his hips and she nearly shot off the bed.
It was so much better than she expected and yet totally different and…
Keira didn’t know. She cried out and begged and words sprang from her lips that she could barely process.
Pleas and commands and begging. “Dima, please, oh my God it feels so good, don’t stop, please don’t stop.
” She orgasmed with a cry to shake the rafters, nearly throwing him off her in the process.
Dmitri thrust into her once, a second time, a third time, and then pulled out, and she felt a hot spurt on her ass.
It shouldn’t be this sexy. She should be pissed about…
something. She couldn’t work up the energy to figure out what, though.
She turned her head to the side as he collapsed next to her.
With sweat dampening his skin and his eyes hazy with pleasure, he looked almost… human.
Holy shit, I really do like him.
He twisted to kiss her. “Don’t move.”
She couldn’t even if she’d wanted to. He disappeared for a minute and came back with a towel to clean her. Then he pulled the covers back and urged her beneath them. He tucked himself against her body, his breath stirring the small hairs on the back of her neck. “Sleep, moya koroleva.”
And she did.