“Come for me, baby.” Demyen grips my hair and pulls so I have to look him in the eyes. “Be my good girl and come.”
And then, without warning, he presses a finger to my asshole.
I’m shuddering. Sobbing. My hips are a f*****g blur as I use him to get myself off and he presses that finger in just enough to make my toes curl so f*****g hard and I’m seeing stars.
I think I black out. I definitely go limp. Demyen braces me to his chest and takes what he wants from me, riding out my orgasm until he grunts and pushes in extra hard and I feel the warmth of his own release spread through me.
We lie there, just like that, in the newly christened backseat of the souped-up Lexus. Demyen’s arms around me, one hand stroking my hair, the other rubbing my back slowly. I breathe him in, his cologne mixe
