Chapter 4 Don't fuck everything

- "In this room I'm the best you'll find, cousin." He was ironic.

- "I bet you are.

- "By the way, I bought the best engagement present for you, Malu," he said.

- "You bought an engagement present for me? - I was impressed.

- "Yes... I'm a nice guy. - Dimitry winked.

I was curious and at the same time suspicious. Dimitry was not the kind of man who did anything without ulterior motives.

- What is it? If I say I'm not anxious, I'd be lying.

- Come on! I'll show you. - He grabbed my hand, pulling me along.

I pushed him quickly, making sure Ester couldn't catch up with us. We started laughing as we ran down the corridor. I opened the first door I found, arriving at my father's office.

As I turned, I bumped into Dimitry, feeling his body next to mine. Immediately I started to gasp and our eyes met.

- You don't have a present, do you? - I asked, raising my face towards him.

Dimi kissed the tip of my nose:

- I am your present.

- Dimi... Please...

- 'You know I'm crazy about you, Malu...' - His hands went straight to my buttocks, squeezing them.

- Fuck... - I opened the button of his pants, hastily unzipping them.

Dimitry took me by the buttocks as I crossed my legs on his hips, clinging to him, our lips meeting eager and crazed.

He carried me over to my father's desk, setting me on it as the sound of some things falling to the floor echoed through the room. We could hear almost nothing from there, except the sound of conversations in the distance.

Dimitry spread my legs and deftly pulled down my panties, throwing them back. He looked at me lustfully before moistening his lips:

- You're mine, Malu.

- Fuck me, Dimi... Now...

- First with your tongue, the way you like it...

- Quickly, Dimi... Be quick... - I begged, feeling my pussy crying out for him.

Dimitri pulled my body against his mouth, leisurely licking my wet pussy, which was clamoring for his majestic cock. I lay on the table, arching my back slightly in a spasm of pleasure. That bastard knew exactly how to make me go crazy for him. His tongue worked skillfully and unhurriedly, making me feel his saliva dripping purposefully.

I moaned when a finger circled my clit hard and my hands went to his hair, which I pulled mercilessly:

- Don't fucking take your time! - I complained.

- Always in a hurry... - He laughed, still between my legs.

- "It's not my fault your cock fits me perfectly..." I teased. -I teased, pulling the blonde strands harder, making him groan in pain.

- "You hot little bastard... - Dimi lifted me up and made me sit, wrapping my hair between his fingers and pulling them tight, until our faces were face to face. - He says he's going to miss me....

- I'm going to miss... Your cock! - I bit my lip, making him possessed.

Dimitry pulled down his underpants, along with his underwear, enough to free his cock. He took a condom out of his pocket and quickly adjusted it to his length. I spread my legs and felt him enter me hard, without mercy, thrusting into me as if the world was going to end at that moment and sex was our last request.

I closed my eyes and put my hands inside his shirt, feeling the skin of his back completely smooth and his lean, athletic body, burning like fire.

My nails dug into his collarbones, leaving him marked, just the way he liked it. Our mouths met and the moans were contained in the depraved kiss. I felt Dimitry's sweat droplets dripping down his skin and I came before he did, unable to hold back another second.

Dimi continued thrusting into me, a little less aggressively. Then he flipped me onto my back, making my feet reach the floor.

- 'Do you want me to cum again, big boy? - I teased.

- "Now it's my turn, you naughty girl. Just the way I like it... - He thrust in again, deep, making me moan, so wet that the sound of his cock fucking me echoed through the room.

- We can't be long... - I reminded him.

- Is he better than me, Malu?

Why did men always have to ask that question? Was it so important for them to know that they were better at fucking than the fellow next to them?

And if I said Dimi wasn't better than Robin I'd be blatantly lying. Not that Robin was bad... But my sexual connection with Dimitry was always perfect.

- You're the best, Dimi! - I left him satisfied, like the leader of the pack.

I had already cum and was too nervous to reach orgasm for a second time. I didn't remember locking the door and the doubt started to worry me. And Dimitry never came.

- Come soon, damn it! - I complained, authoritarian.

It was what he needed to release himself completely, the condom filling up inside me. I pushed him back slightly with my buttocks and squatted down, picking up the panties lying on the floor, putting them on quickly.

- Where do I put this? - He pointed to the condom.

I took the trash can next to the table and opened the lid, making him discard it right there:

- 'I'll put it in another garbage can later, don't worry. Dad won't be in the office today.... Or tomorrow. And I can't go out with this behind a toilet. In fact, you should get rid of this shit, not me," I complained, helping him tuck his shirt into his pants.

Dimitry really did have a jelly brain and he wasn't going to find a place to dispose of the condom. I straightened my dress and had my hand on the door handle when I felt his warm hand on mine. I turned towards him and faced him, still feeling my heart racing.

- 'I don't accept that this is our last fuck,' he said seriously.

- You asked for the last one.

- 'Malu, you know you can't do without me.

- Dimi, it was always sex. And you know that. - I was honest.

- Good quality sex.

- Still, "sex"... That's all.

- And when I miss it?

I laughed:

- Think of me... And you know what to do. - I blinked.

I opened the door and looked down the corridor, which was empty.

- Wait here for a while and go out after me, so as not to be seen. I don't want anyone to see us together.

- We're cousins. What's wrong with that? We've always been very "connected".

- Physically - I said seriously.

- And emotionally.

I arched an eyebrow:

- 'Don't fuck it up, Dimi!

I left without looking back, a little unsure if Dimitry was managing to separate things.

Incredibly, Heitor, Theo and Robin were still talking in the middle of the room. And I was sure it was about business. That was exactly what annoyed me about Robin: lack of time for myself and the notion that life was not all about making money.

I stepped into the middle of the circle they had made with their bodies and my father put his arm around my shoulders:

- Where were you, Malu?

- I... I went to the bathroom. - I felt guilty and didn't look into his eyes.

Robin took my hand and tried to give me a kiss, but I pulled back. After all, I had my principles. I couldn't kiss him when I had just kissed another man. That made me not such a bad girl. Or did it make no difference? I was a heartless bitch!