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by Jaden Wilkes


  He pulled away from her, took a step back and looked her up and down appreciatively. He had never felt this vulnerable, this exposed before another human being, but he wanted to open himself up to her. She sensed something in his hesitation and said, “I need to see your body, I want to see you.”

  She reached up and started to unbutton his shirt. He put his hands on her wrists and said, “Wait.” He could feel the cold metal of her wrist cuffs against the heat of his palms, he claimed her and yet he was afraid. He feared her disgust, her judgment; in this moment he wanted her acceptance more than anything he’d ever wanted. And Dimitri had learned long ago that wanting anything would lead to crushing disappointment.

  “I need to see all of you, Dimi,” she told him and continued to the next button. “Nothing you show me will scare me,” she added and undid the next button. “I want to feel our bodies together, I don’t care if yours is ruined, so is mine. I want to feel you against me. I need this.”

  He helped her unbutton the rest, slid his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. He opened them wide and said, “Here I am.” He lowered them slowly and pulled her against him. Her breasts pressed against his flesh, his scars, he felt her heart beating against him in a fluttering betrayal of her own heightened emotional state.

  She pulled back and looked up at him, her eyes were breathtaking from this vantage point, and she said, “After everything you’ve done, taking ownership of me, beating me, almost killing me...and I scare you?” She laughed and reached for his pants.

  “This scares me,” he told her and let her undo the button, slide the zipper down. “Wanting this scares me, Columbia. Wanting you…” he trailed off as she reached inside and grasped his cock in her tiny hand. She wrapped an arm around him and held him tight while sliding her hand along the shaft, playing with the head and exploring him.

  She removed her hands, looked up at him again and said, “I like what I’ve seen so far,” and reached out to touch his stomach. She started with the healthy side, ran her hands along the smooth flesh and smiled. She then trailed her hands along his scars, the burned side of him. She was tender, careful; she knew this area would be more sensitive. He was alight with her touch; her fingers left trails of flame along his puckered flesh. He grabbed a handful of her hair and leaned to kiss her. She opened her mouth to him and he was lost in the whirlpool of sensation. Her own scars under his fingers, her hands on his burns, the feel of her tongue on his, and the taste of her mouth after she had swallowed him.

  He needed to taste her. His urgency overcame any sense of hesitation, her acceptance removed all doubt and he wanted to plunge into this crazy, heady moment like he never had.

  He stepped back and slid his pants off his hips, his boxer briefs followed. He was barefoot, so at last he was as naked as she. He liked the way she looked at him, she didn’t see his burns, she saw him and she wanted him.

  “I need to taste you, little dove,” he said and swept her up in her arms. She giggled in surprise and he was immediately addicted to the sound. He needed to make her laugh more often.

  He strode to the bed and laid her on her back, her feet at the edge of the mattress, she curled her toes in anticipation. His cock was raging hard, it took everything he had to not dive on top of her right then and fuck her like an animal. But he needed to taste her, he wanted to please her again, to make her come on his face and feel her need on his tongue.

  He kneeled before her, spread her knees wide and crawled between them. She was staring down at him with a terrified look on her face. He almost laughed, after everything he’d done to her; this was when she managed to look the part of a captive about to be devoured? “Does this not please you?” he asked as he paused directly in front of her beautiful pussy. He could smell her earthy scent, his cock wanted to get in but his tongue was winning out this time.

  “I’ve...I’ve never done this before,” she said and exhaled. He realized she had been holding her breath.

  “You aren’t doing anything,” he reassured her. He reached up and stroked her face, ran his hand down her neck and settled on one of her breasts. He played with the nipple until it hardened under his attention, equal to his own hard cock. “I am going to be the one doing this. Your only job is to lean back, close your eyes if you must, and enjoy my face buried in your pussy, my tongue in your cunt.”

  “May I watch?” she asked in a breathy voice.

  “Oh yes, you most certainly may,” he said and smiled. She was a bold girl, this one. He pulled his hand off her breast and motioned to a pillow above her head, she wiggled a little and caught hold of it, put it under her head and settled in to admire his performance.

  “This is...sexy,” she said, “I never thought seeing you like this would be such a turn on, but it is.” She sounded surprised as she discovered new territory. He wondered who she had slept with, he knew she was no virgin, but she seemed inexperienced. He suppressed the sudden urge to find each one of her previous lovers and put a bullet in the back of their heads. This was his now, and the thought of any other man enjoying his woman brought forth irrational rage.

  “It is sexy because I am doing this for you,” he told her and mentally shook off the image of any other man on top of his beautiful little dove. “I want to give you this because I enjoy it as much as you do. I love your face when you cum,” he continued and parted her folds, just inches from his face. He marveled at the simple beauty of her pink flesh, opening for him, wet for him. He slid his finger up her inner folds and found her clit. He rubbed it gently, coaxing it to harden under his touch. He watched her as he did this, saw her get that far away look, then focus on his face. She smiled again, but didn’t leave, didn’t let her mind wander. He knew she was front and center and watching him between her legs.

  He dove in like a starving man. Dimitri was not a pussy eater; he had done it in the past, mostly out of curiosity. In the Bratva, eating a cunt was seen as a weakness, a sure sign your cock wasn’t doing its job. Dimitri didn’t give a fuck about anything he had ever been told or ever thought about this act before he met Columbia. He wanted to cover his face in her, bury his tongue inside of her, make her scream his name and beg for more. Not out of any sense of ownership, this was not an exchange of sorts as it always had been for him, but out of the pure and simple desire to get as much of her as he could and give her as much as himself as possible.

  To Dimitri, eating her pussy was an act of love, one that he felt in his heart as surely as he felt it in his cock. He was falling in love with this girl, this naive, beautiful girl who had crashed into his life with all the subtlety of a brick to the face. Words escaped him, so he showed her the only way he knew how; he gorged himself on pleasing her.

  He slid a finger inside of her and followed it with his tongue. She gasped and pushed herself against his face so he dragged his tongue up her slit and found her clit. He fucked her pussy with his fingers and relentlessly sucked and nibbled her sensitive button until she was grabbing at his head and thrusting herself against his face. She moaned and gasped again, sighed and said, “Oh Dimitri, yes, that’s it,” as she started to reach her peak. He felt her cunt tense up from the inside and her hands dug into his skull. He thought about growing his hair longer so she could have something to hang onto when he pleasured her again.

  Her entire body went stiff, she pushed herself up into a graceful arch of orgasm, her legs quivered and her pussy pulsed as she came.

  At once she fell back onto the bed with an exhalation of air. He drew his fingers out of her, but left his tongue on her clit. He could feel her pulse in the engorged flesh; he ran the tip of his tongue along the bud and enjoyed her shuddering aftershocks.

  “Oh my god,” she sighed and reached down to tug at him. “Come up here,” she said, “I want you to hold me.”

  Dimitri pulled away from her wet pussy and slid his tongue up the length of her body. He nibbled her ear and pulled her into his arms. She was limp and satisfied, smiling as though she’d just won some amazin
g prize.

  “You are beautiful when you cum,” he told her and brushed the hair from her forehead.

  “You are a good liar,” she said and laughed, “but you look good with my pussy all over your face.”

  He reached down and slipped his forefinger into her cleft, slid it up slowly and watched her eyes widen as he hit her clit. He brought it to his mouth, sucked it and said, “I look good because you are delicious,” and kissed her. His tongue found her warm and waiting, they fell into a fevered kiss and explored each other’s bodies with the palms of their hands. He felt her scars, her bumps, the roadmap of her life etched on her body, and his heart swelled with pride for her strength.

  “I want to fuck you,” he said against her lips, their shared breath ending in laughter as she nodded.

  “Are you going to beg for it? Beg me for my pussy?” she giggled and looked him in the eye, daring him to react.

  “I will never,” he said and sat up. He climbed off the bed and smiled at her surprised expression. He rolled back the luxurious comforter and climbed into his familiar spot. He reclined against his pillows and stroked his cock, watching her with a grin on his face. She didn’t move, and began to look uncertain. “Come here,” he commanded and loved how quickly she responded. She flipped over and crawled up the bed on her hands and knees.

  “Are you going to make me beg for you?” she purred and wiggled her ass as she moved. She stopped when she reached his side, looked at his cock, raised her brow and said, “Are you really going to make me beg?”

  “No,” he said and sat up, pushed her onto her back and kept stroking his cock, “I am going to make you perform.”

  “What do you mean?” she said and giggled, but cut herself off when he forced her knees apart and moved between them. He still had his cock in his hand and he looked down at her with the eyes of a hunter with his prey in sight.

  “Touch yourself,” he demanded, and she moved her hand down to her cunt, she knew what he meant. She watched his eyes, glancing at his cock every few seconds, and started to play with herself.

  “Like this?” she asked breathlessly, “Is this good?” She pulled her beautiful pink folds apart and exposed her glistening wet heat. He nodded, unable to speak, focused on her soft cunt. She used one hand to keep herself open, and ran the other one down her slit to find her entrance. She pushed the finger inside of herself, thrust it in a few times, and pulled it out. She brought it up to her mouth and sucked herself clean. “I do taste good,” she said and gave him a little smirk.

  “Yes, you do,” he replied and pushed her legs farther apart. “Now I want to find out how you feel.”

  Chapter Eighteen-Columbia

  She wasn’t sure about playing with herself in front of Dimitri. She felt like part wild sexual goddess and part shy, fearful captive. She knew she pleased him; his face was intense and focused on her performance. She couldn’t take her eyes off his cock, she had sucked it, touched it, and now she wanted to fuck it. But it worried her, the massive size and his animalistic tendencies. Worried and excited her if she were being honest.

  His body aroused her more than she thought possible, his scars were hauntingly beautiful and fascinating to her. She loved the added sensation of running her hands over them, feeling the smooth skin, hard muscle and patterned scars. It reminded her of the slashes that covered her own body, made her feel less self-conscious and more at ease.

  She tried flirting with him, but he was too serious about this, so she became aware of the implication of the moment. She was going to feel his cock inside of her pussy, there was no other way to phrase it, this was a big deal. He was motionless between her legs, watching her like he expected her to do something. She tensed up and said, “Do you want me to keep touching myself?”

  “No, little dove,” he told her, her heart melted every time he said it now, “I want you to come to me.”

  Columbia pulled herself up and kneeled in front of him. Even on their knees, he towered over her; she was enthralled by his sheer size. “Now what,” she asked and looked up at him, looking obedient but feeling her nerves on fire with anticipation.

  He didn’t answer; he pulled her up to him, sat back on his calves and brought her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his hips and felt his cock slide against the cleft of her ass. He kissed her deeply, ran his hands through her hair and pulled her up.

  “I want to fuck you now,” he whispered in her ear. She could feel the heat of his breath on her lobe and shivered. “But I still want you to beg for it”

  She was beyond caring at this point, she tossed whatever stubborn sense of self control out the window and replied, “Dimi, please, please fuck me, give me your cock. I am begging you, please.” To emphasize how much she wanted him inside of her, she reached down and grabbed the shaft, pulled it slowly to her entrance. “Please,” she breathed as the tip parted her cunt, ready to thrust upwards into her waiting heat. “Please fuck me, I need you to fuck me.”

  He smiled, looked her in the eyes and said, “I thought you’d never ask,” as he pushed upwards. She felt split apart; every nerve ending was alight with the sensation of being stretched by his massive cock. She wanted this to never end, the feeling was divinity and desperation wrapped up in an intense need to feel more from him. He was lifting her now, impaling her up and down on his hardness, taking control even though she was on top. She put her hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. Their gaze was hot and she couldn’t look away. She wanted to know him like she had never known another human being. She wanted to be fucked by him, fuck him and consume him until she knew his every thought, his every desire, his very heart.

  She was making unintelligible panting noises interspersed with cries of surprised pleasure. She rolled her head back and let her hair fall, brushing her own ass as it swung from side to side in tempo with their movements.

  Dimitri hooked one hand behind her back and held her tight against him. He took his other hand and reached up to wrap it around her throat. She started, not expecting violence in the act of love, but kept her head back when she realized she wanted him to choke her.

  He was fucking her cunt and with each thrust he tightened his grip on her throat. “You are mine,” he grunted as he pumped into her pussy. “You are mine and nobody else’s. I own your body and now I own your mind. Don’t you ever forget that.”

  She sighed and accepted this, she knew she was his and there was no point denying it. She might as well scream at the mountains to get out of her way. Dimitri had managed to pry open her hardened heart and tear it apart in the course of hours. He managed to lick her wounds and piece her back together in the course of a day. “Yes,” she said and cried out, “Yes, I am yours,” as he fucked her.

  She felt her orgasm building, from that deep place she had only recently discovered, in the back of her mind or the base of her spine; she didn’t know exactly where she drew from. It was starting to rise and her body began to stiffen up. Her head no longer lolled backwards and Dimitri loosened his grip on her neck. She lunged forward as she peaked and bit his shoulder as she came.

  She came hard. He still had his hand around her throat, but she could breathe as she ground her teeth against his skin. She imagined it must hurt him, but he simply exhaled and said, “Fuck, that’s it, I can feel your pussy fighting against me, trying to keep me inside of you...you’re hungry for my cock.”

  Her orgasm came in waves this time, traveling up her body and undulating up and down her spine. She ground her pussy against his cock and her teeth against his flesh until she had spent herself. She released her teeth and licked the bite mark, running her tongue along the ridges as he slowed his thrusting inside of her. His hand tightened around her neck and he pushed her back. She barely had time to recover before he was driving into her again, harder than before, with more purpose.

  “Your cunt is amazing,” he said and breathed hard, “I could die right now and be a happy man.” He pinned her in place with his hand and held her around
her waist with the other arm. She was his to fuck and had very little option other than to enjoy it.

  Seconds after her orgasm she felt a new one building. This one felt more savage, animalistic. He was fucking her and she had no way to stop him, she could feel her throat getting tighter and tighter and her breath came in shallow gasps. Pinpoints of light appeared at the edge of her vision and she felt like floating. The world was starting to darken in spots along her line of sight. “Dimi,” she gasped, her voice raspy, barely above a whisper.

  “Yes?” he said and slowed his fucking, concern in his eyes. He loosened his grip and waited for her to go on.

  “Don’t stop,” she said and smiled, “don’t ever stop.”

  “Oh, little dove,” he replied and tightened his hand once more. “I love how you’ve given yourself to me,” he continued and pushed up against her cunt again, building speed as he went. “You know your place is with me, by my side, but you know I own your life. I could take this away from you at any moment,” he said and squeezed hard, causing her to whimper in pain. He released immediately and kept his pace. “I won’t though, I won’t choke the life out of you because you trust me, you trust me, little dove, don’t you?” he added and looked into her eyes.

  “I do,” she whispered and struggled for a full breath. “I trust you with my life, my heart, with everything. I belong to you.”

  With that his entire body tensed and he held her tight against his cock. She could feel him pulse deep inside her pussy, filling her with his hot cum, adding to her slick juices. “Fuck, Columbia, I could get used to needing you,” he said as he released her throat and brought her body against his. He held her tight, she could feel their hearts frantically trying to keep time as he stroked her hair and nuzzled her neck.

  She felt drained and yet energized, it was an odd sort of in between feeling. She wanted to lay in his arms and snooze, but she wanted to jump up and down on his bed and yell, “I fucking love you!” to him and the mountains beyond.

 

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