Chapter 17 017
Seraphina’s Pov
My body was trembling, wrung out from more orgasms than I could count, but when I looked up at Dimitri standing over me, his massive chest heaving and his eyes burning crimson, I knew I wasn't done. Not even close.
Because while he'd been busy destroying me with pleasure, making me scream and beg and call him Daddy, his cock had been straining against his trousers the entire time.
I could see the thick outline of it. The dark wet patch where precum had soaked through the fabric, and my mouth watered.
He'd pleasured me again and again. Now it was my turn to worship my Alpha.
"Dimitri," I breathed, pushing myself up on shaking arms. My pussy was still pulsing from the last orgasm, oversensitive and slick, but the sight of his obvious need sent fresh heat pooling in my core.
"Stay down, little wolf. You need to rest—" He started, but I was already moving.
I crawled toward him on my hands and knees, and watched his eyes track the movement, the way my breasts swayed with each motion.
His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking as he fought for control, but I could see that control fraying at the edges.
Good. I wanted him as desperate as he'd made me.
"I need to taste you," I said, kneeling in front of him and looking up through my lashes. "Please, Daddy. Let me make you feel good."
His hand tangled in my hair, gripping tight enough to sting. "Fuck, Seraphina—"
I reached for his zipper, maintaining eye contact as I slowly dragged it down. The sound seemed impossibly loud in the chamber.
His cock was pressing against the opening, trying to escape, and when I freed him from his boxer briefs, I gasped.
He was massive. Thick and long, with prominent veins running along the shaft and an angry purple head that was already weeping precum.
My fingers couldn't close around his girth, and when I wrapped both hands around him, there were still inches of cock left exposed.
"So big," I whispered, genuinely awed. "How is this supposed to fit inside me?"
"It'll fit," He growled, his hips jerking as I stroked him experimentally. "Your tight little cunt will stretch around every fucking inch and take it."
The crude words made me clench around nothing. I stroked him again, learning what he liked, twisting my wrist on the upstroke, running my thumb over the sensitive head to spread the precum leaking from his slit.
His cock was hot and hard as steel in my hands, pulsing with his heartbeat.
"That's it, baby," He groaned, his grip in my hair tightening. "Stroke Daddy's cock. Show me what a good girl you are."
I established a rhythm, both hands working his length while I watched his face. His eyes had gone half-lidded, his lips parting as he breathed heavily.
The sight of him losing control because of me was intoxicating. I had power over this dominant Alpha and I could bring him to his knees with just my hands.
"Such a dirty girl," He praised, his grip in my hair tightening. "You like having Daddy's cock in your hands, don't you?"
"Yes," I breathed, completely mesmerized. "I love it. Love how big you are, how hard.”
But I wanted more.
I leaned forward and licked the head of his cock, tasting the salty tang of his precum. He cursed, his hips bucking involuntarily, and I smiled before taking him into my mouth.
Only the head fit at first, my jaw stretched wide around his girth. I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks, and was rewarded with a guttural moan that made my pussy clench.
"Fuck, your mouth—" His hand guided my head, pushing me to take more. "That's it. Take more of Daddy's cock down that pretty throat."
I relaxed my jaw and took him deeper, breathing through my nose as inch after inch disappeared between my lips.
Saliva pooled in my mouth and dripped down his shaft, making everything slick and messy. I gagged when he hit the back of my throat, but he didn't let me pull away.
"Breathe, baby. You can take it," His voice was strained, rough with barely contained lust. "Open up for me."
I tried again, fighting my gag reflex, and managed to take him deeper. The praise in his groan made the discomfort worth it.
I established a rhythm, bobbing my head and using my hands on the length I couldn't fit in my mouth, making it as wet and filthy as possible.
"Look at you," He rasped, staring down at me with those burning eyes. "My perfect girl with her lips stretched around my cock. You love this, don't you? Love having your mouth full of me."
I moaned around him in agreement, the vibration making him curse. His hips began moving, fucking into my mouth in shallow thrusts.
"Gonna fuck this pretty mouth. You gonna let Daddy use you?"
I moaned my consent, relaxing my jaw and letting him take control. His hands gripped my head on either side, holding me steady as he began thrusting into my mouth.
The pace was faster than I'd been going, more forceful, and I gagged repeatedly but fought through it.
"Taking it so well," He praised between thrusts. "Such a perfect little cocksucker. Made to worship Daddy's dick."
My hands fell to grip his thighs for support as he fucked my face, using my mouth for his pleasure. I could feel his muscles tensing under my palms, could hear his breathing getting ragged, and knew he was close.
I let him use me, surrendering control completely.
"Gonna come," He warned, his voice tight. "Gonna cover these perfect fucking tits—"
He pulled out of my mouth abruptly, his hand fisting his cock in rapid strokes. I pushed my chest out, offering myself, and watched as he came with a roar that shook the chamber walls.
Hot ropes of cum painted my breasts, coating my nipples and dripping down my stomach. There was so much of it, thick and white against my flushed skin, marking me as thoroughly as any bite.