His Precious Flower

Chapter 20

One second, I was telling Dimitri how I felt. I got everything off my chest and poured my

emotions out to him.

Then somehow, I was in the car before I could blink and Dimitri was yelling at the driver to step

on it.

"Is every thing okay? I mean... Did I do anything wr-"

"Flavia," Dimitri growls in a warning voice.

"Unless you want me to unflower my flower in the backseat of a car, I suggest you wait until

we're home so that I can make love to you properly."

My eyes widen and I lean back in the seat quickly. I've heard s*x is painful, so I can't imagine

having it in a car. What if we went over a bump? What if the brakes got slammed on?

For the rest of the ride, I'm silent and still. Dimitri however has more difficulty. His leg bobs up

and down quickly and every now and then, his hand grabs his crotch as he cusses.

The long ride back home seems excruciating for him, but as soon as we're in the driveway, he

lifts me up and runs inside to the bedroom where he sets me down and pushes me on my back.

My legs instantly wrap around his thick waist as his lips crush mine in a dominating kiss.

An instant whimper escapes me, causing Dimitri to growl loudly before thrusting his pelvis

against mine.

My hand losses itself in his shaggy hair as Dimitri unlocks our lips and starts down on my neck.

I squirm and wiggle relentlessly beneath him, desperate for more.

"Dimitri," I whine pleadingly.

He bites down on my neck roughly bringing his lips back to mine, softer this time.

Though my eyes are closed, I can feel the ends of his shirt brushing my arm, so I know he's out

of it in a split second.

Breaking our kiss, he sits up and starts unbuckling his belt while looking down at me with a

mixture of domineering and lustful eyes. His pants are next and a moment later, he's in only his

underwear.

Crawling back over top of me, he lifts my waist with one hand and pulls the zipper of my dress

down with the other.

Sliding it off my body slowly, he stares with a newfound hunger that's usually reserved for when

I'm sucking on him.

"I love you so much Flavia," he whispers Into my ear.

"I love you more daddy," I say remembering the name was on his list of acceptable titles.

Dimitri let's out an animalistic noise before ripping the undergarments off my body. The tears of

fabric make me flinch. I liked those, but they are quickly erased from my mind as Dimitri Yanks

my bare legs up further around his waist while dropping his head to devour my mounds.

Each is a little more than a handful, my chest being the fattest part of my dancers body. As he

feasts on my flesh for a very long time, I suddenly remember how he has a fetish for breasts. His

biting, licking, and sucking seem to never cease and I think back to what his brother Ivan told me

that day at the pool.

A woman doesn't need to pregnant or have a baby to produce milk. Not if she's sucked on

enough. I try to pull Dimitri's head away for a minute, but he's latched on like a starving man.

"Dimitri, are you trying to make me start producing milk," I ask between pants.

He growls lightly before letting go of me with a pop.

"You won't be able to start breastfeeding right away flower. We need to train your body. Don't

worry about that right now, okay?"

I nod. Biting my lip, I use my toe to move Dimitri's boxers down. Apparently I take too long,

because he ends up ripping those off too.

"Are you ready," he asks lightly.

I nod and wrap my arms around him tightly. Leaning down, he buries his head in my neck and

places soft kisses along my skin while he leads himself into me. I gasp softly feeling his tip press

into my gushing wetness and moan when my body starts to fill with his thickness.

"Does it feel good to have your p***y stretched flower?"

I nod, unable to form words. This doesn't hurt. Not one bit.

The wetness flooding out of my body let's me stretch widely and I have no problem

accommodating Dimitri's raging c**k.

As he finally comes to a stop being completely sheathed, I whisper into his ear.

"You can move. Please..."

At my words, the rythm starts. It's like a soft melodical ballet. Dimitri's slow and soft thrusting

rocks my body lightly and I have to say, I wasn't expecting him to be so gentle. Apart from a

slight sting, it isn't nearly as bad as people have described.

The overwhelming tingling in my body overcomes my senses and my nerves cause me to tense

due to the amount of sheer pleasure erupting throughout my body.

"Dimitri," I plead again. I'm not sure what for, I have him don't I?

"c*m," he says lightly. "Let go flower."

Following instruction, I untense my body and let my nerves run wild which effectively causes a

spasm to shoot through my muscles. I whimper as my back arches and my v****a begins rapidly

squeezing and throbbing around Dimitri of its own accord.

It only lasts a few seconds, but I close my eyes in pleasure as this foreign feeling occurs. When

it's over, I lay limply on the bed only to become riled up when Dimitri quickens his pace.

All my energy rushes back to me as the pumping increases to a punishing pace and my mouth

falls open in surprise.

I'm unable to close it or keep the noises from escaping me as Dimitri pulls my body down the

bed with his hands, only to shove it back up with the force of his thrusting.

It's a punishing pace, but pleasurable nonetheless. I move my hips quickly to match his pace and

I find it much easier to slide against each other with our bodies coated in light sheen of sweat.

My ears are met with Dimitri's harsh grunting and the slapping of our skin combined with the

wet sticky noise of our juices encoating our skin.

"Flavia," he growls roughly.

"Daddy," I reply causing his whole body to freeze. His muscles tense beneath my hands as an

incredibly warm and soothing sensation takes over my insides. It causes my own body to relax

and copy the same sensation as earlier.

My muscles shake and contract randomly, causing Dimitri to hold me tighter as we lay in

complete satisfaction.

So that's what s*x feels like.