Page 26 of Volatile

“Wake me up with your mouth and you have a deal.”

My voice is a whisper, creating false intimacy in what should only ever be carnal.He flops onto the bed and lays on his back before he hands me a condom with a counteroffer.

“If you do the same the morning after?”

I lean over him as I slide the condom over his dick, and counter, “Just my mouth? I can think of something better to wake up in.”

A low curse blows across my lips as the water shuts off and he grabs my neck, biting into the swell of my chest.He’s trying to mark me, and I press my palm against his forehead, knowing it can’t happen. I’ll like it too much and then start wanting it there all the time as a permanent reminder when there is nothing permanent in my life.

He lets me go and kisses up my neck to say against my ear. “Stay perfect, Asya.” I hate the comfort of that diminutive and that he’s managed to find it. It gets worse as he sweetly kisses my cheek and softly whispers, “Just stay with me.”

Why is he ruining everything? What we have is good, it’s better than good. I give him a release whenever he needs it and in return I get to soak up some of his light.

The bed dips behind me as Zidane comes back and wraps my hair around his fist, providing a welcome buffer to the idiot below me who’s threatening everything. The hand around my throat flexes, trying to keep me in place as Zidane presses his lips to my cheek with an instruction.

“Lean forward, let’s see your tight pussy open up.”

His other hand flattens against the middle of my back, but he doesn’t push me forward, he waits for me to move of my own accord.

Vitali isn’t as patient and pulls me to him. His other hand holds my ass and they both open me up as I lift up and position him at my entrance. I slowly sink down, watching the blue in his eyes get swallowed up by his pupils.

“Fuck. Stasi, you’re fucking choking me.” Vitali’s groan is pure bliss, and the audience joins in, praising me.

“A good girl who loves dick and knows how to take it, you’re a dream.”

Looking over my shoulder, Zidane is fixed on where Vitali is slowly thrusting into me, only giving me an extra inch at a time.He presses his lips to my shoulder and slowly moves forward, trying to fit his dick into the nonexistent gap. My mouth opens on a scream and the only thing keeping my head up is Tali’s hand around my throat as Zidane slowly pushes into me. Vitali flicks my nipple with his tongue and makes a random pattern around the pebbled peak before his words blow across my skin.

“Relax for him, sweetness.”

Dropping my shoulder flat to the sheets, I widen my legs and they both groan.

“Your girl’s trying to push me out, she’s so fucking tight.”

Why am I relaxing further at hearing Zidane call me Vitali’s girl? I’m not his girl, or his anything, but I don’t argue with them as I bite Vitali’s shoulder to dull my scream.

EIGHT

Vitali

Imight die from how Stasi is clenching around us both. Holding her hip, I make circles on her skin with my thumb as we wait for her to adjust. When she rocks against us with a whimper, I kiss her cheek and my smile comes out as I whisper, “That’s my dirty girl. You love being filled with two dicks, don’t you?”

Zidane tightens his hold on her hair, so her neck is pressed into my palm and her eyes are fixed on me. Reverence wraps around his tone as he says, “You should see her stretched around us.”

We both ask if we can move at the same time, and she smiles at me first before nodding and doing the same over her shoulder.

As long as my sweetness has me first on the list, anyone else can come second. We both move in alternating strokes and my perfect girl undulates her hips, fucking us both with her eyes wide and mouth open in a wide O. I can’t even breathe never mind formulate words.

Zidane keeps her head in position, and I push her arm behind her back. He holds her forearm as my girl sings, her nails scraping against my scalp as she hugs my head to keep me close.

“Fuck! More!”

Her words break off into sound only and I slap my hand off her ass. She jolts forward as we both speed up, fucking her deeper. The addition of her going wild around me and feeling my dick being stroked has me on the edge. She’s already shaking, screaming every profanity she’s ever heard or known.

“I can’t again, fuck, you’re both too much.”

When it turns into denying her own pleasure I grab her throat, squeezing the sides. I drop my legs over the edge of the bed and move her head to block Zidane’s ugly-ass face. We both fuck up into her as I suck her nipple into my mouth and pull lightly. Letting it go with a wet pop, I move to the other side as he instructs her, “Fingers, baby.”

She stretches behind her and gives him two fingers.She’s fucking perfect and grinds her hips into us as she turns her head, sealing their lips together. I shouldn’t be getting off on watching her tongue fuck someone else but feeling what it does to her body is a different type of lust. It’s competitive, my hips speed up and my teeth come out, needing to force their connection to break until she’s fixed on me. I want proof that Stasi has another dick inside her, literally, but she still can’t fucking keep me out of her mind.

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