Chapter 14 Dmitry
Dmitry
Ididn’t sleep. Couldn’t. The taste of her still coated my tongue, her sweet wetness lingering like a drug I couldn’t shake.
My cock stayed rock-hard, throbbing against my zipper, every pulse reminding me how close I’d come to breaking every rule I’d set for myself.
Never get close. Never get attached.
Zoya had come apart on my fingers so easily, her virgin pussy clenching so tight it nearly undid me right there. And now she was pressed against me, and I knew she’d give me every single inch of her body.
The air smelled like her arousal, pure innocence, and all mine.
She’d come so hard on my hand, clenching tight around my fingers, crying out like it was the only word she knew.
The bunker air felt thick now, charged, as if the walls were holding their breath for what came next.
I was already on the cot with her, bodies tangled under the dim light, blanket kicked aside.
She lay there in nothing but that oversized sweatshirt, hem riding high on her thighs, no sweats, no panties… just bare.
I couldn’t help but stare at her flushed skin and the way her legs parted just enough to show me she was still dripping for me. When I looked at her face, I saw her eyes locked on mine. I saw hunger. Fuck. That look alone could bring a man like me to his knees.
I shifted over her, one knee between her thighs, crowding her against the thin mattress. I grabbed the hem of the sweatshirt and shoved it up, bunching it under her arms. Her tits spilled free, all soft and perfect, nipples already hard and begging.
“Dmitry,” she whispered in a sex-laden voice that nearly undid me.
I latched onto one, sucking hard, teeth grazing until she arched off the cot with a gasp. When I switched to the other and gently bit down just enough to sting, she gripped my hair and pulled.
I kneaded the first with rough fingers and she moved her fingers to my back, clawing at my skin, nails digging through my shirt, hips rocking up to grind her wet pussy against the bulge in my pants.
I pushed my pants down, needing to feel every inch of her soft, perfect skin. I rolled my hips forward, pressing my aching cock against her bare heat. No barriers left. Just slick warmth covering my cock.
Zoya whimpered, the sound shooting to my balls. I hid nothing about how hard I was, how badly I needed to sink into that untouched pussy.
“Tell me to stop,” I rasped against her throat, teeth scraping her pulse. “Last fucking chance, Zoya.”
She dug her nails deeper. “Don’t.”
That single word broke everything. I shoved the sweatshirt higher, trapping her arms for a second before I yanked it off completely and tossed it aside. I reached behind and grabbed my shirt, pulling the material over my head and letting it fall to the ground.
Naked now, except for the sweat on her skin. I shifted lower, spread her thighs wide with both hands, and held her open. Her pussy glistened all pink, swollen, and dripping. Untouched except by me.
I groaned low and leaned in, licking a slow, flat path up her slit, drinking her up. Sweet. So fucking sweet. I sucked her clit into my mouth with gentle pressure at first, then harder, while one finger traced her entrance. I had to finger-fuck her again.
She gasped when I pushed in slowly. One finger first, carefully, letting her feel the stretch and fullness.
Zoya was impossibly tight, walls fluttering around me like they were scared and greedy all at once.
I curled the finger, stroked that spot inside, and kept my tongue working her clit in steady circles.
“That’s it,” I growled against her pussy. “Let me open this little virgin cunt for my cock.”
I added a second finger, easing in slowly, pumping gently while my tongue flicked faster. No rush. Just building her until her thighs shook and her breath came in short, desperate pants. She clutched my hair, hips rocking against my face, chasing more.
“Dmitry—” Her voice cracked on my name.
I needed her to get off for me again… just like this. I was a needy fucker. “Come for me,” I ordered, voice rough and low. “Come on my tongue and fingers. Let me taste how hard you fall apart.”
She shattered. Her pussy clenched around my fingers in tight, pulsing waves as wetness flooded my hand and mouth. Zoya cried out again, thighs clamping my head, body shaking as if the orgasm was tearing her open.
I didn’t stop right away, just licked softer, and drew every tremor out until she whimpered and pushed weakly at my head.
I rose over her, chin slick with her, and grabbed my cock, gripping the thick base and stroking myself as I stared down at her.
My cock was big and veined, dripping at the tip. I palmed it three times before stroking slowly, watching her eyes widen with nerves and want. She looked a little scared.
Good. She should feel the weight of this moment. I wanted that. But she didn’t pull away.
I cupped her face, thumb brushing her cheek. Something fierce and possessive locked in my chest. I settled between her thighs, lined up my cock head with her pussy hole, nudging her entrance, hot and blunt against all that slick heat.
“Breathe,” I murmured. “I’ve got you.”
I pushed just the tip in, and she gasped, nails digging into my shoulders. I knew the stretch was brutal for her tight little pussy. She was almost too tight squeezing around my dick, but I held still, letting her adjust. “Look at me.”
Her gaze met mine, all wide and trusting.
“Relax for me, Zoya. Let me in.”
She exhaled shakily, and I rocked forward inch by inch. The discomfort showed on her face, but I kept my thumb on her clit, circling slowly to mix the ache with pleasure.
I’d never been so gentle in my fucking life, but with Zoya I wanted to give her all she deserved. I let her know with my words, touch, and actions that she could trust me above all else.
Halfway in, I stopped again, giving her time, stroking her until her hips started moving on their own.
“Fuck… you’re gripping me so tight,” I groaned, voice strained. “Made for my cock.”
Deeper. Another inch. Then all the way until I was buried to the hilt, balls pressed against her. I stilled, letting her feel every thick inch throbbing inside as I heaved.
“Are you okay?” I asked, voice hoarse.
She nodded, and I leaned down and kissed her, stroking her with my lips and tongue as I worked my cock in and out of her.
I pulled out almost all the way, then slid back in carefully. Letting her feel every drag. The tightness eased into slick heat, and I picked up speed, hands sliding beneath her so I could grip her ass and really get in deep.
The cot creaked under us, and wet slaps filled the room. I fucked her harder, a controlled, ruthless claiming that I couldn’t stop from doing. Every inch of her felt as though she were mine forever.
I kept my thumb on her clit, rubbing firm circles.
“Come on my cock,” I growled. “I want to feel this virgin pussy milk me when I fill you.”
Zoya came apart… harder than before. Her pussy pulsed around me in tight waves, squeezing like a fist. She gasped out my name, her body shaking.
I followed right after, slamming deep, my cock throbbing as I came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum inside her. Even though I was lodged deep in her tight body, my seed leaked out, dripping from where we were connected and down her thighs.
We stayed locked together, both of us panting.
My arms banded around her like steel, and I buried my face at her neck, breathing her in.
After a long minute, I eased out slowly and rolled us so she was curled against my chest on the cot.
I pulled the blanket over us, splayed my hand wide over her stomach, and knew how possessive that was, but I couldn’t fucking help myself.
“You good, malyshka?” She didn’t answer right away; her breathing quick and hard against my chest.
She curled tighter into me, voice soft as she whispered, “I don’t know how to answer that.” A soft laugh came from her, a puff of air bathing my chest. “But yeah, I’m better than good.”
I let out a slow breath, low and controlled, and didn’t loosen my hold on her. If anything, my arm tightened, my hand splayed firm and possessive over her stomach. I was aware of it. I didn’t stop myself.
“Good,” I murmured against her hair. “That’s what matters.”
She shifted, settling more fully against my chest, and I adjusted instinctively, pulling the blanket higher, angling my body so she was shielded on all sides.
The bunker felt smaller than it was. Warmer.
Everything seemed reduced to the steady rhythm of her breathing and the weight of her curled into me.
We lay there in silence for a long stretch of time.
My instincts stayed sharp out of habit, listening for sounds that didn’t exist, mapping exits I already knew by heart, but my hand never left her body.
I moved my thumb once, slow and absent, tracing the small line of her hip.
I felt possession, plain and undeniable.
She hummed softly, already drifting, her trust heavy in the way she leaned into me without hesitation. That trust hit harder than anything else ever had in my life. I lowered my head and brushed my mouth against her hair.
As her breathing evened out and sleep took her. I stayed awake, staring into nothing, but guarding everything, especially the most important thing to me.
Because whatever line I’d crossed tonight, whatever claim I’d made, I knew one thing with absolute certainty… this wasn’t over.
And no one was taking her from me.