Chapter 48 Dimitri Found Me 2
I grabbed a bunch of junk food to eat and handed my card to the young man on the other side of the counter.
He was looking at me lustfully, I rolled my eyes; he was too young, he'd just gotten out of diapers, poor thing.
"I've never seen a woman as beautiful as you," he said, trying to flirt with me.
Thank you— I said, trying to cut him off.
"Do you have a boyfriend? Because a woman as hot as you is sure to be single," he looked me up and down.
I'm married, darling, and please calm your hormones because you're not going to gain anything from me, especially not by staring at me like that.
The part about being married was a lie because Dimitre and I didn't make anything official, but that boy didn't need to know that detail.
"Excuse me, could you please enter the password?" he said, pointing to the card machine.
He recoiled.
I'm not that intimidating, or maybe I've learned something from living with my handsome and wild Dimitri? — I smile at the thought.
Sure— I'll say, already typing the password.
The boy didn't say anything else, just handed me the bag and gave a brief wave.
I left the gas station, eating Ruffles potato chips, and went back to the hotel.
I didn't want to go back there; I wanted to be in the arms of the man I love, but I needed to restrain myself.
My daughter needs me, and for now, she's more important than this crazy desire to be near Dimitre.
Actually, I was climbing the walls.
Last night I woke up startled and excited by the erotic dream I had about him.
God, this man dominates me even from afar, the effect he has on my body is inexplicable.
Just thinking about Dimitre's mouth between my legs already gives me an orgasm.
Arriving in my room, I threw everything I'd bought onto the bed, lay down amidst the chocolates, chips, sodas, and other sweets.
In my teens, I didn't have those moments of eating everything I wanted; I didn't have that privilege.
My father was a scoundrel who spent money on gambling and drinks, I didn't spend on anything beyond what was necessary.
At the nightclub, that was forbidden; we had to be presentable and always look good, so no greasy things, and at Dimitre's house, well, everything was very sophisticated—rich people's houses are a whole different story, you know.
So I take advantage of the time, while I eat I turn on the small, old TV in the room, flip through the channels and nothing interests me, I give up on TV and after I'm full I put the rest of my things on top of my suitcase, since there's nothing to do I decide to sleep so I can forget my problems for at least a few hours.
I feel a warm mouth on my neck, trailing chaste kisses down to my breasts.
Through my blouse, he lightly bites one of my nipples, releasing electricity throughout my body, setting me on fire immediately.
His hands move down to my already wet pussy, working through the thin fabric of my bra, stimulating my clit.
I was needy, I needed that contact more than anything.
With my eyes still closed, I leaned back and rubbed myself against my fingers, silently begging for more.
Dimitri's familiar scent washes over me, and I open my eyes.
Damn, this is just another dream—I said, frustrated.
"No, my love, this is very real, and I'll prove it to you," he said.
Dimitri attacks my clit, sucking with gusto, opens my hole, and inserts two fingers into my completely soaked clit.
I cry out in surprise and grab his hair, savoring the pleasurable sensation.
It doesn't take long before I spasm and orgasm in his mouth.
Dimitri swallows everything I give him and then looks at me with a sexy smile.
Holy shit, this is real, Dimitri is here.
"You look even more beautiful with that satisfied little face," he said.
"But I'm not done with you yet. Did you think I was going to let you get away from me, Madi?
You're MINE," he said calmly.
Right after that, he thrust right in, making me scream his name.
Dimitri..... — I say in a broken voice.
Damn, you're so fucking hot — He says, thrusting into me.
His thrusts are wild, he holds my hips, lifting them, going deeper, and finding my G-spot.
He grabs my ass and lifts me.
I cling to his neck, riding on top of his cock.
Feeling him inside me once more makes me feel complete.
I am his, and he is mine; there is nothing and no one that can change that.
Promise you won't leave me.
I don't say anything, I can't speak, I was almost there but Dimitri notices and slows his movements.
Promise me, Madi or I won't let you orgasm.
Dimitri starts thrusting harder and faster again, and when I'm close again he stops, leaving me angry.
I promise you anything you want, Dimitre, but fuck me now, I need this, I need you.
Your wish is my command, Madi.
Dimitri changes my position, putting me on all fours, presses his cock against my clit and rubs it, making me even more horny and crazy to be fucked by him.
It seems like Dimitre reads my thoughts and sinks into me, holding my hair, speeding up his movements.
A few more thrusts and I feel my entrance contract, squeezing his cock.
I hear his hoarse groan and I reach paradise.
I fall onto the bed exhausted, and Dimitre lies down beside me, pulling me close to his body.
He kisses my forehead and falls asleep.
I would meet you anywhere, and our little one will be next.
I know what I'm about to do might be the biggest mistake ever, but I need to do it.
Probably whoever is with Madi is watching me from afar and knows that Dimitri found me.
I can't let the chance to get my daughter back slip away, so I pull away from Dimitri's arms, tears welling in my eyes.
I get dressed, grab my suitcase, and before closing the door, I say...
I love you, and I'll always will.
And when I have Dimitre in my arms, we'll come back to you.
I promise.