CHAPTER 173: YOU’RE WET (18+)

And then, without waiting for a reply, Sorayah leaned forward again and captured his lips with hers....her kiss more urgent, more desperate than before, her soft lips moving hungrily against his.

"Wait....wait, Sorayah!" Dimitri exclaimed, breaking the kiss as he pulled back slightly, panting heavily. His chest rose and fell with every breath. His hands trembled as he cupped her cheeks. "Are you sure you’re not drunk?"

"Do I look drunk to you?" Sorayah raised a challenging brow, her voice sultry and low. Her fingertips caressed his face with the touch of a woman consumed by desire. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy but determined, and the warmth radiating from her skin only heightened the tension between them.

"Well..." Dimitri hesitated, clearly conflicted. "Maybe not drunk, but this....this is confusing. You said you didn’t want me. That you hate me. And now you’re asking me to have sex with you?"

"Can you just stop talking and do it?" Sorayah interrupted, her voice edged with impatience and lust. Without waiting for a reply, she slowly sank to her knees before him, her fingers moving with deliberate intent as she began unbuttoning his trousers.

Dimitri’s breath hitched, and his body stiffened. A shiver ran down his spine as disbelief and heat coursed through him.

He should have stopped her.

But he didn’t.

He couldn’t.

He just sat there, paralyzed, watching her every movement.

And then she pulled out his thick, fully erect shaft....eight inches of hard, pulsing desire and gasped at the sight.

Even though she’d been intimate with Dimitri before, she had never truly looked at him like this. Not until now. And now that she had, she couldn’t help but wonder in awe how something this massive had ever fit inside her body.

"You can stop now, Sorayah. I already said..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Sorayah leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around the swollen tip of his length. The heat of her mouth made a low groan escaped his throat.

"Fuck..." he whispered, gripping the edge of the chair for balance.

You keep trying to make me stop, Sorayah thought to herself as she continued to work her mouth around him. But you were already hard the moment I walked into this room... hard the moment my inner garment slipped, revealing my nipples. You laid on top of me earlier, and you were already trembling with want. How long are you going to lie to yourself, Dimitri?

"I said I wasn’t going to force you, Sorayah... I....ah..."

Slurp. Slurp.

His words dissolved into a strangled moan.

Sorayah sucked on the head of his cock like her life depended on it, her tongue circling the sensitive flesh while her tiny hands stroked his shaft. His breath came in ragged bursts, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure overtook him.

She hadn’t even tried to take his entire length in her mouth yet. Frankly, she wasn’t sure how it could possibly fit but she was determined to try. Inch by inch, she took more of him, her lips stretching wider as her jaw began to ache, but she didn’t stop.

She pushed on.

Soon, she had nearly a quarter of him in her mouth. It was overwhelming....her throat felt stretched to the limit but she kept sucking while her hands stroked the remaining length with slow, slick movements.

Slurp... slurp... slurp...

Dimitri’s head fell back. His fingers gripped the armrest so hard his knuckles turned white.

"Oh fuck... I’m cumming, Sorayah...."

His voice cracked as his hips jerked forward involuntarily. Sorayah felt his release flood her mouth, warm and intense, the force of it making her eyes flutter shut. His body shuddered as he emptied himself, his thighs twitching, every muscle in his frame convulsing from the intensity of his orgasm.

Before Sorayah could even wipe her lips or utter a word, Dimitri suddenly stood up from the chair, lifted her into his arms in one swift movement, and carried her in a bridal style.

His eyes were dark with emotion, his breathing still heavy.

"You asked for this, young lady," Dimitri said with a satisfied smirk plastered across his face, his voice deep and thick with desire. "Let’s make it memorable. Let’s make love."

With those words, he carried her to the bed and gently laid her down.

Sorayah barely had time to swallow his release, let alone sit up before Dimitri’s hands were already on her, gripping her thighs and ripping her skirt apart. With practiced ease, he spread her legs wide, revealing her glistening pink enclave, still modestly concealed beneath her delicate pink panties embroidered with golden thread.

But even through the fabric, her arousal was unmistakable.

"Your Highness..." Sorayah murmured, finally swallowing what lingered on her tongue. Her lips were parted as if she had something else to say but her breath hitched when she saw the way he was looking at her.

"You’re wet," Dimitri said, his tone dark and possessive. The words alone sent a jolt of electricity down Sorayah’s spine. She instinctively moved to close her legs, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

But Dimitri wouldn’t let her. He held her thighs open, firm but gentle.

Then, with one hand, he brushed the cloth covering her core. That single touch made Sorayah moan as she threw her head back, her body arching. Her hands gripped her own breasts, now swollen and sensitive, nipples visibly hardened beneath the thin fabric of her blouse.

Taking her moan as a green light, Dimitri gently peeled her panties off and brought them to his nose. He inhaled deeply, a small smile curling on his lips. The scent of her arousal only drove him wilder.

He dropped the underwear to the floor and ran his fingers gently through her slick folds.

"Oh fuck~" Sorayah moaned, her back arching higher, her expression one of utter bliss. His fingers worked her expertly, rubbing slow circles around her sensitive clit. The wetness made his movements even smoother, more intimate.

Then, without warning, Dimitri reached for her blouse and tore it open, exposing her bare breasts. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Now, she was completely naked before him.

"Oh yes, Dimitri... just fuck me hard~" Sorayah moaned as she tilted her hips up, offering herself to him completely. Her voice trembled with need, her body aching for more. The pleasure was so intense that her eyes glistened not with tears of pain, but from overwhelming pleasure.

"I’m cumming, Dimitri!" she screamed, her voice rising in pitch as her body shook violently.

And then....

She squirted.

The release gushed out of her in waves, splashing across Dimitri’s face, the bed, and the floor. Her legs clamped shut around his hand as her body convulsed in pleasure, but he didn’t stop. He remained focused on her clit, teasing it relentlessly even as her thighs trembled and closed around him.

Only when her body began to go limp did Dimitri slowly withdraw his hand.

Without hesitation, he grabbed her by the neck, leaned over her, and kissed her. A fierce, passionate kiss that tasted of lust and unspoken emotion. His hands roamed up to her breasts, fondling them, gently squeezing and rolling her sensitive nipples between his fingers.

The smell of sex now filled the air, thick and heavy. It was still early morning, and the moans echoing from the chamber could easily be heard by the guards and maids stationed outside the royal quarters.

But neither Dimitri nor Sorayah cared.

Least of all Sorayah.

This was what she wanted. To let the entire palace hear it so that when Mellisa returned from the praying grounds, and when Mira caught wind of what happened, they’d both lose their minds.

Sorayah moaned into Dimitri’s mouth as he kissed her neck, every part of her body for what felt like forever. He suckled on her nipples so intensely that she half-expected him to tear them off but every tug sent pleasure spiraling through her body, tightening the coil in her belly once more.

Then, Dimitri knelt between her thighs again and spread her legs wide.

And without wasting another moment....he buried his face between her legs.

His tongue flicked over her swollen clit, catching it expertly between his lips and sucking with calculated precision. His fingers reached up to pinch and twist her nipples as his mouth worked its magic.

"Fuck, Dimitri! Fuck me~" she cried out, her voice loud, unfiltered, shaking the walls with how desperate she sounded.

Slurp... slurp... slurp...

"Oh my goodness... oh yes... just like that!" Sorayah moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as Dimitri continued his relentless assault on her clit. Then....his fingers slipped into her, one first, then two, stretching her with slow, deliberate movements.

Soon, he added a third finger.

That was her limit.

He pumped them hard, his tongue never stopping, sucking her swollen bud as if his life depended on it. Her moans grew louder, more uncontrollable, echoing across the marble walls.

"I’m cumming!" Sorayah screamed again, and just like that.....she squirted again. It gushed out in a hot stream, soaking his face, the sheets, her thighs. She trembled uncontrollably, lost in waves of ecstasy.

But she didn’t even have time to recover.

Before she could catch her breath, she felt something larger pressing against her entrance....thicker, hotter, heavier.

Her eyes flew open, her mouth forming an O of pleasure.

Looking down, she saw it....Dimitri.

He had positioned himself between her legs and had already slipped the thick, engorged head of his cock into her pussy. Just the tip, for now.

But it was enough to make her lose her mind.

And then he moved.

"Fuck!!!" Sorayah screamed, her voice filled with both pleasure and disbelief as he began to thrust.