Lady Dimitrescu Sex Novels & Stories

“I can’t take it anymore. Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me. Please ruin me.” Dimitri stood, rubbing the fat, scorching head of his massive cock up and down her soaked slit, teasing her swollen clit. “Tell me who you belong to tonight,” he demanded darkly. “I’m yours,” she cried. “I’m your desperate slut. Please destroy my pussy. Fuck me hard!” With one savage thrust, Dimitri buried himself balls-deep inside her.

Now in front of his office she pulled down her off shoulder sleeve some more , spraying some light chocolate banana scent before turning the door knob, surprising it wasn't locked and nothing would have prepared her for what she walked into . Alicia's purse fell from her hand , her mouth open in a silent scream . There was Dimitri standing with his pants down behind the blonde Italian woman who was bent over the desk, her naked butt out facing Dimitri Valentino who was thrusting into her their eyes closed . They both had their eyes closed in sexual ecstasy and didn't even notice Alicia's presence, the woman opened her eyes for a bit and shrieked when she saw Alicia , Dimitri opened his eyes

--------------- Damn. That woman could wear a bedsheet and she’d still be the sexiest lady he’d ever set eyes on, Dimitri thought. Too bad she was Raymond Darcy's daughter. Dimitri knew that it was a bad idea to go after her. He didn't like getting personal when it came to business, but he couldn't help the attraction to the woman. The thought made Dimitri smile, even when his body had already begun to react to seeing her in that silver dress. She looked dangerous, desirable and just a little bit frightening. Like a badass goddess in five-inch heels.

“You knew right Auntie Lois? She fucked men for money?” Lois gasped and looked to Dimitra and Darya, “a sex parlor?” “She never had sex for money, Lois,” Dimitra said softly shooting Jasper a hateful glare. “Magda did work in the club but never had sex with anyone. It was how we paid our masters programs and funded our research but she never had sex with a single man.”

The way he had shoved me away like he was afraid of his own feelings. He was afraid. Dimitrio De Luca, the most powerful mafia lord in Rome, was afraid. The door swung open without warning. I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. A woman stood in the doorway. She was tall and elegant, with dark hair swept up in an elaborate style and eyes that glittered with cold amusement. She wore a silk dress that probably cost more than everything I had ever owned. And she was looking at me like I was something she had scraped off her shoe.

One of his hand slid between them, finding her clit again, and rubbing merciless circles while he pounded into her. Larissa shattered with his name on her tongue, arching her back and locking her thighs in his perfect hips. A raw, broken cry ripped out of her throat as she came so hard her vision tunneled. Ronan continued slamming in harder, chasing his own release through the fluttering grip of her body, his hips stuttering, a low, guttural groan vibrating against her neck as he spilled on her stomach. For several long heartbeats neither of them moved. Then he lifted his head, his dark eyes smiling and glittering as he looked down at her wrecked, tear streaked face as she struggled to stay

Dimitri was single and a catch for any woman in town. The first thing she needed to do was look up who Ayesha was. The better she knew the competition, the more prepared she would be for the future. Ayesha wasn't someone she knew personally. Sofia doubted she had read about her anywhere. She could be a model, tourist, businesswoman, or someone Dimitri met at a conference. Even worse, she could be someone he worked with. "Hey. You are here." "Yeah." She replied sluggishly. Her tongue felt too heavy in her mouth. "Arrived a few minutes ago."

Then, he hurriedly pulled down his pants, leaving him in all his naked glory. His cock stood straight as he bent down and pulled down Vincent's trousers too. The latter let out a shuddering breath as Dimitri grabbed his dick and stroked it. “There's no lube…” He managed to say between moans. Dimitri hissed through his teeth as he carried him and put him back on his thighs. “I… I can't wait, Signore Mio. I'm dying. Please… I need to be inside you. We will find a way… the cum will do.” He whispered against his lips.

You were very, very lucky, young lady, it would not have been a pleasant experience. Lissa shivered and sat on the bed resigned as Dmitri locked the door behind him, noticing for the first time she was in her bedroom and not Luca’s. ‘He must be angry with me’ She thought twisting the ring on her finger she knew she had been foolish and it had almost cost her dearly she needed to apologize and make it up to Luca. First, she needed to shower and get the image of those hands touching her from her mind the only man she wanted to do any of these things to her was Luca. She scrubbed her body relieved she had not been raped and hoping Luca would come soon and take her hard, making her forget the ha

Two guards nodded at my arrival and then unlocked that door for me. I had someone to meet. There was low music playing inside. The lights were all dimmed and two naked ladies were busy entertaining him. Dmitri Valastro. One lady was on his lap giving him a lap dance while the other lady was on the pole, stretching her legs to all shapes available. "Dmitri Valastro," I announced my presence, and he directed his sex-ridden eyes in my direction. "Oh, oh!" He sat up and then spanked the lady's ass. She ambled towards the pole, leaving the divan for us. "You are here!"