Page 77 of Soulless Rivalry

Our clothes were quickly thrown on the floor, and he joined me on the sofa, kissing me deeply. I let my hands wander all over his chest, loving the hard ridges and soft, warm skin. Then I gripped his cock and squeezed before moving my hand up and down, making him growl.

“I need you. Please,” I whispered against his lips, “I’m on the pill and I don’t want anything between us.”

I had been obsessing over it for weeks, ever since we’d started seeing each other. Feeling him bare inside of me with nothing to separate us was driving me crazy.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled before pushing me on my back.

I spread my thighs as wide as they would go and he settled between them. Konstantin gripped himself, tracing my entrance with the tip of his cock. My breath caught in my throat as I watched, fascinated. When he started pushing inside slowly, I arched my back. The sensation was painful at first, like a hard pinch on my most sensitive part, but the further he got, the easier it felt.

He’d stretched me pretty well over the past few weeks.

“You can take me,” he whispered, eyes zoomed in on where we were joined and I nodded blindly.

“Fuck yes, I can.”

The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt, but I never wanted it to end. When he started moving, I met him thrust for thrust, and before long, my first orgasm hit me.

I was already well and truly ready since witnessing what happened in the laundry room earlier, but that was nothing compared to the feeling of Konstantin Korolov driving himself in and out of me like a madman.

Like everything he undertook, Konstantin just had to excel at sex. It didn’t matter that it was his first time, it didn’t matter that he was inexperienced, his thrusts made my whole body shake. The sound of wet skin hitting skin, his groans, and my fierce moans of pleasure were all that could be heard around us.

A second orgasm hit me, and I screamed out in pleasure just as he hit his own release too. The warmth of his cum inside my pussy made me feel like I was born for this. Like I was born for him.

His arms gave out and he fell on me, his face nuzzling the crook of my neck as he got his breathing back in order.

“Fuck, you’re exactly how I thought you would be,” he mumbled, sounding just as satisfied and exhausted as I felt.

“How?”

“Fucking perfect,moya lyubov.”

ELYSSA

My eyes flickered open slowly and the first thing I saw was the fire burning in front of us. We had both fallen asleep after what I had decreed was the best first time in the history of first times.

Konstantin was behind me, my back to his chest and his arm slung right over my waist, clutching me to him.

Squirming a little, I also realized that he never came out of me last night, because his halfway hard cock was still inside of me. Somehow, that didn’t bother me, and even brought a smile to my face. I nuzzled his arm that sat underneath my head, kissing and biting at his exposed skin.

I felt him get even harder inside of me, causing wetness to gather between my thighs.

“Don’t tease me,lebedochka. You need to rest before you can take me again.”

His voice in the morning was even huskier than usual. I bit my lip, a small smile stretching my lips.

“Good morning,” I said, turning around to face him, causing him to slip from between my legs.

“Good morning.”

My hands went to his face where I traced the shape of his eyebrows, before moving on to his eyes, nose and mouth, and returning to his eyebrows. All the while he had his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of my touch.

He looked at peace and it made me breathe easier somehow.

Then his eyes opened and fell on the side of my face, and gone was that peaceful expression. Instead, he looked downright murderous. His hand snapped from my back to my jaw and he grabbed it, moving my face to get a better look at my cheek.

“What the fuck, did I do that to you?”

I was confused at first but then remembered the blow Mia had delivered to my cheek last night and I understood it must have left a mark.

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