Page 171 of Deceitful Vows

Instinctively, my body seeks a way to lessen the tsunami that’s been brewing in my core for days.

As I pant along with Andrik, I glide my hand beneath my towel before brushing my fingertips over the opening of my pussy.

Electricity blisters through me when my thumb finds my clit.

I roll it at the same frantic pace Andrik uses to stroke his cock. It is a fast, needy speed that doubles the size of the wave about to crest in my womb.

A soft groan seeps through my lips when I slip two fingers between the folds of my pussy. I’m wet. Actually, more like saturated. I am as drenched now as I was when Andrik spanked me over the sofa in his den.

Slickness coats my fingers, and the undeniable aroma of lust fills the air as the movie of his punishment rolls through my head. It goes a little longer than the actual scene and includes both his hands and mouth soothing the rush of euphoria prickling my skin with goose bumps.

When the raunchy exposé ends, I stuff two fingers inside myself, my pussy needing something to cling to when I return my eyes to the crack in the door. The visual of Andrik’s fat cock sliding in and out of his hand increases my recklessness.

After adjusting the span of my thighs, I thrust my fingers inside myself urgently.Desperately.I finger fuck myself like they’ll achieve the same level of euphoria they would if it were Andrik’s hand between my legs.

My muscles pull taut when Andrik’s pace quickens like he knows how scandalous his show has become. He bends his knees and then tilts his hips upward, matching the incline my fingers make as they surge in and out of my pussy.

While biting my lower lip to lessen my moans, I pretend my fingers are his cock and that my palm slamming against my clit is the arrow of his fantastic V muscle.

I grip the door handle with my spare hand, too shuddering in a lust frenzy to trust my legs to keep me upright. Tingles race through my core when Andrik adjusts his position until he is almost facing me front on.

The fatness of his cock and how much pre-cum it leaks makes my pumps even more desperate. I stuff my fingers in and out, in and out until the fire in my belly roars to life.

Its burn is brutal, even more so when white streams of cum shoot from Andrik’s cock and land halfway up the subway tiles.

But before I can fully topple in ecstasy, the rug is cruelly pulled out from beneath me.

“Arabella…”

What?

I yank my hand away from my pussy and take a step back, certain the name I just heard didn’t leave Andrik’s mouth.

He wasn’t thinking about my sister while he was stroking his cock. Surely not.

They have no spark.

No connection.

He turned her down while she was naked and kneeling in front of him.

He also didn’t seem the slightest bit attracted to her. We look the same even though we’re different. Our personalities make us different.Don’t they?

I step back again when the name I would give anything not to hear seeps from Andrik’s mouth for the second time. Then I toss my hand over my mouth to ensure the dinner I scarfed down under Anoushka’s concerning watch remains in my stomach.

Confident I am seconds from losing the fight not to vomit, I snatch up my towel and sprint into the corridor.

I only just make it into the downstairs washroom before I lose more than dinner.

My sanity exits right along with it.

70

ANDRIK

“You fucking idiot,” I chastise myself as the fist circling my cock seconds ago slams into the tiled wall my cum is clinging to. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

I should be relishing the painful sob Zoya released seconds before she sprinted out of my room. It was the exact response I was seeking when I switched her name for her sister’s.

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