Page 51 of Vasily the Nail

It’s different from the foreskin, but even this flesh slides some over the mass within. Vasily’s thighs tense up beneath me. His head tosses back, and I have to kiss his silly grin as he lets go of my hand to let me work him on my own.

“Is this a good speed?” I ask. “Am I squeezing too tightly?”

“Zvyozdochka, you can work me however you want. My cock is yours.”

Well, crud. That sounds really nice. Yeah, I do want a cock of my very own, and this one’s so nice and big and thick and festive.

I giggle at that.

“You think this funny?” Vasily asks, all lazy smiles and easy thrusts to show me how he likes it without being demanding about it.

“You decorated your cock for me,” I laugh.

“Fuck, it sounds hot when you say cock.”

“Does it feel good, the way they rub inside you like that?”

He nods. “I told you they’re for me too, remember? Especially when you’re coming on my cock and that tiny pussy of yours tightens up so much I can barely pull them out of you.”

I want to torment him. Just a little. So I inch my middle finger up to push the long, embedded bar in more deeply.

Vasily barks out a harsh sound.

“Does that feel good, too?” I whisper, shocked at how sultry my own voice is. When did I become this girl? When did Ibecome so wanton that I feel like I’m on the edge of orgasming myself just watching Vasily?

“Harder,” Vasily groans, and I lay more fingers over the bars.

He grabs my shirt and flips the front of it over my head, fully exposing my chest, and immediately his eyes focus there. He goes quiet, but he’s still panting hard enough I know he’s going to come soon. I can’t ignore the way his gaze turns molten as he stares at me and finally reaches up to massage the soft, petite mounds.

And yeah, that fills me with sweeter, gooier feelings. “You really don’t mind how flat I am?”

He looks back up to meet my eyes as he leans in and captures a nipple between his lips. Is this how I looked when I was sucking him off, I wonder. Could everyone see the affection plain as day like I can now?

“You are so beautiful,” Vasily whispers reverently as he shifts to the other nipple. His hand goes to my waistband, but he holds there to say, “May I?”

It’s not been lost on me that he hasn’t touched me since I started my period. I have no idea if it’s because he’s not comfortable with that or he assumed I wouldn’t be. Either way, I’m thankful he refrained. Yes, last night was awful, but we had a few days to simply be comfortable with each other, and it was what I needed to decide if I’m making a good decision betting on him.

I’m going to need to tie him down to the bed so we can have a serious discussion about his drug use. I don’t know how I’m going to get through this in confession tomorrow to make sureI’m still alright with God, considering everything I’ve said and done and thought this week. I don’t even know him, not really.

But I’m still betting on Vasily.

I nod, and instead of attempting to lower my pants what little they’ll go, he simply sneaks a hand in and winnows it right between my legs. No overtures, no warm-ups tonight — they’re definitely not needed — before he pinches my clit between two fingers.

“Don’t make me come yet,” I say through gritted teeth. “I want you to come first.”

He beams at me as his fingers tease me so slowly I think I could sit in a bliss on the edge of orgasm for hours. “I want to come here,” he says, swiping one nipple and then the other. “And here. And here.” His finger traces a line down from my collarbone down to my navel.

I debate about if I want that. In my mind, this was going to end in him coming on himself, but he still has his shirt on and we’re too tangled up at this point to do anything about that, so I guess I’ll settle for myself this time.

He wiggles his fingers. “And then afterward, I’m going to clean you up with my tongue and take you to bed, where I’m going to curl up so snuggly behind you that my cock is going to spend the entire night in your pussy, and I’m gonna fuck you and come inside you every time I get hard again.”

I buck on top of him, unable to control my muscles. He’s gracious enough to groan as his cock suddenly kicks in my palm and ruptures, flinging ropes of sticky white cum all over my chest.

We’re both silent for several seconds, and then he shoots me the purest, most innocent grin. I curl my lips into my mouth to keep from laughing, but it sputters out of me until we’re both laughing loudly and then kissing, no protests from Vasily when I lean down and get his cum all over his shirt anyway.

“For fuck’s sake, would you get a room?”

I gasp and sit upright to find Dima has just walked in. It’s clear from the bags he’s carrying and the way he’s kicking his boots about that he wasn’t even sneaking in. We just weren’t paying attention.

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