Page 78 of Moss

“You okay, Moss?” Dmitri asks, walking up to me before sitting next to me.

“Yeah, perfect,” I whisper.

I stand up and hold my hand out to Dmitri, and he takes it, getting up to stand in front of me. He brushes a strand of hair out of my face, looking at me deeply.

I step back from him, not breaking eye contact as I lift my shirt off, throwing it on the same chair next to my towel. He stares at my bare chest, hunger in his eyes. I take my shorts off next, standing in just my underwear before I slide those off as well.

Smirking at him, I turn around and walk into the water, stopping when the water barely covers my chest.

I hear his chuckle before he rips his clothes off, stalking towards me, his semi-hard cock bobbing up and down.

Standing right in front of me, the water sits halfway up his stomach, showing how tall he really is.

His hand envelops my throat, squeezing to limit my air access. His lips crash on mine, fighting to get in my mouth. His tongue clashes with mine, fighting for dominance.

He leans down, his hands hooking under my thighs before picking me up, my legs hooking around his waist as he walks us deeper in the water.

He deepens the kiss, bringing me as close as possible as one of his hands travels up my body, squeezing a boob in his hand, kneading it in his palm. I moan into his mouth, my back arching into him.

He groans, releasing his hand before it travels in between us, lining his cock with my center before he pushes in me with one thrust. I groan at the intrusion, the soreness quickly dissolving into pleasure.

He pumps in and out of me, leaning down and taking one of my nipples in his mouth. His hands grip my hips, moving them back and forth to meet his thrusts.

My head falls back, hair wetting in the water as my orgasm starts to crest.

“C’mon, baby, cum all over my cock like a good girl,” He whispers in my ear, thumb working my clit to push me over the edge.

His lips explore my neck, and when he sucks a spot, the pain mixing with my pleasure, I explode, gripping his cock like a vice as my pussy contracts with the force of my orgasm.

He’s not far behind me, pumping into me a few more times before he stills and I feel his cock pulsing inside me. He pulls my head up, crashing his lips on mine with punishing force.

“I love you, Penelope,” He whispers.

“I love you most, Dmitri,” I whisper back, my forehead resting on his.

It’s weird how life works. I went from being an abused, scared girl to this. A wife, a mother, a sister, a granddaughter, and a friend, someone important to those who surround my life. My life is surrounded by people who would do anything to protect my daughter and me. I wouldn’t want this life any other way. It’s perfect.