Page 76 of Soulless Rivalry

The words I whispered sounded pathetic even to me, yet I couldn’t help but beg. I wasn’t even watching our friends anymore, focused on my own gratification instead.

Finally, he gave my most tender place one flick, causing me to throw my head back against his shoulder, but before I could appreciate it, he stopped. He took his fingers out of me, and I was close to crying in frustration. My legs felt like jelly when he whispered in my ear,

“You seriously think I’m making you come in front of them? Only I get to see that. You’re mine.”

And before I could comprehend it, he had me over his shoulder and started stomping away. I squirmed, my clit throbbing against my clothes, especially since each step he took caused it to bump against his muscled arm.

When we stopped, I looked over my shoulder to see we were under some unused flight of stairs, not too far from the laundry room. The wall was made of old bricks and Konstantin pushed one at the very bottom with his foot, causing the wall to give away into a dark passage.

My breath caught in my throat when he walked for a few minutes in the dark, Konstantin using the light on his phone to see the way, until we arrived in front of another wall. Again, he pushed a rock and the wall disappeared, letting me see a very familiar setting: our secret room.

We entered and he finally put me down. I sat on the sofa and he went to light a fire. I moaned, still out of my mind with arousal. I felt like I was burning up. Of their own accord, my legs spread, each of my feet digging into the cushions, while my hand sneaked inside my pants.

I immediately found my clit and pressed on it a few times, before starting to massage it.

Alerted by the sounds of my moans and finally done with the fire, Konstantin turned around, eyes widening at the sight of me, hand in my pants, head thrown back in pleasure against the couch.

“Please, I need you,” I whimpered, my eyes closed in delight.

“Fuck,” was all he said before he started walking toward me, the fire long forgotten.

He grasped the sides of my pants and harshly pulled them down, baring me to his gaze. I must’ve been a sight, flushed with desire, my hand violently flicking my clit, crazy with desire.

Inserting two of my fingers inside my cunt, I couldn’t help but cry out. Konstantin had said countless times that I was tight, and now I believed him.

“That’s it,malysh. Fuck yourself for me,” he groaned, eyes trained on where my fingers were moving in and out of my pussy.

Wetness was seeping out of me, streaming down between my ass cheeks and ending on the sheet he’d used to cover the old sofa.

“I need you. Please.”

He didn’t need anything more to grab my wrist and forcefully pull my fingers out of me. I whimpered at the loss of contact but quickly forgot about it when he pushed them into his mouth instead, marveling at the taste of me.

I was burning up.

Once he was satisfied, he let go of them and got to his feet. His cock was tenting his black dress pants, and I licked my lips at the sight.

“Take it out and get it ready for you,” he ordered and I didn’t wait to do as told.

Once I had his cock out, I didn’t hesitate and took him in my mouth. He was huge, but I gave my best, and what I lacked in experience I sure made up for in enthusiasm. He didn’t seem to mind one bit.

His hand tangled in my hair as I sucked and licked the underside of his dick, loving how simultaneously soft and hard it was. He used his leverage to make my head bob up and down and I loved it even more. I slobbered all over his hard cock, getting it wet and ready for me.

Because tonight was the night and we both knew it.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good around me. Look at you gulping me down like a good little whore.”

The words startled me but I would be lying if I said they weren’t a turn-on.

“Whose whore are you,lebedochka?” He pulled my hair just hard enough to cause his cock to pop free and I looked up at him through my lashes, hungrily.

“Yours.”

“Say it.”

“I’m your whore.”

Leaning towards me, he crashed his mouth on mine, his tongue sneaking between my lips to lick mine. He was tasting himself on me.

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