Lady Dimitrescu Sex Novels & Stories

“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

That edge of pleasure and pain had her dancing on the edge of a third orgasm. “Rayne…Oh, god...” Dimitri was losing himself in her. The way she moved her hips against his cock was taking him into a place he hadn’t been in years. Yes, they had sex in the limo, but that was nothing like this. She was so wet that he almost slipped out a few times. Dimitri smiled down at her when she started to push him off her. He moved away without a question; he didn’t want to force this. Dimitri was about to grab his boxers when she pushed him down on the bed. A smile danced on his face when she straddled him. The way she slipped his hard cock into her fiery core made him groan again.

At least, it would not be an issue trying to explain who she is again. Dimitri on the other hand was left dumbstruck. Of all things he could think of her to be; a s*x mate, really? "What did you two discuss?" Subanqueriedas soon as he came into the house. "Nothing... he just asked who I was," Dimitri replied absentmindedly, she was still disappointed by what she heard Krisen say. Suban hid a smile as his eyes roamed Dimitri’s body. Dimitri was very beautiful and her voice was quite clear and melodious to one's ear, he wouldn't mind making her his s*x mate.

[NADIA] After getting another round of hot sex out of our system, with both stayed sprawled out on the carpeted floor of his office, with me using his arm as a pillow. I sigh. “I can’t believe the kind of stamina I suddenly have.” Dimitri chuckles, the deep sound vibrating through my entire body. “And I can’t believe I get to make love to a woman without her screaming within five minutes how she can’t handle someone like me.”

Dancing couples were more spaced out than I was accustomed to, presumably so that lilitu wouldn’t accidentally whack each other with their wings. Amidst the dancers I saw a handsome incubus coupled with a very large succubus. She clearly relished in her curves, as did the man she was with. They both grinned wide, happy as could be. It seemed that Rosette had been right; there were indeed lilitu of all shapes and sizes. Before I could contemplate this, a pair of women approached us, their hips swaying confrontationally. One was a tall blonde succubus, the other a sickly-thin vampiress with short black hair. “So wonderful to see you, Lord Sotirios,” said the blonde.

Natalie “Lord Dimitri Orlov, Lady Martina Nikolson, Sir Lancly Warlock.” The announcement rang out like the toll of a bell, deep and ceremonial. My stomach tightened instinctively. And there he was. Dimitri Orlov. The same hauntingly elegant figure who had glided through the Cainebrielle Ball like some ancient noble stepped out of a painting. Flanking him were two others—a woman with icy composure and a man with a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I tried to stay awake, but I was so tired because I was trying so hard to keep Ellie’s thoughts away. I didn’t want to…” Dimitri interrupted me when he pressed his hard dick against my pussy. “Later, Madeline,” he said sternly, making my entire body shiver. I obeyed. Of course I did. I would do absolutely anything he told me to do. His hand traveled down my body until his fingers flicked my clit gently. I cried out in pleasure. “I am going to fuck you, my Queen,” Dimitri said as he lowered his head and sucked on my nipple gently. “You are not getting out of this bed until you cum on my cock.”

“I want to watch you cum.” She bit her lip, arching her body: “Dmitry… More! Don’t stop!” “That’s it, fuck! She’s going to cum!” The Lycan vibrated. “Make her squirt for us! What an honor… To touch this sacred body… The descendant of Goddess Morrigan cumming because of us!” And she came, screaming, clutching the sheets, while Dmitry didn’t stop stimulating her, rubbing her clit frantically, making her soak the bed even more.