Page 51 of Hateful Vows
“Good boy. If you do exactly what I tell you, you’ll get what you’ve always wanted.”
A retort is on the tip of my tongue but his warm green eyes tell me that there’s no need for lies. That ship has sailed. It’s hard to deny what hearing him call me a good boy does to my body. I get incredibly harder, my heart thrumming inside my chest. My lips still vibrate with the memory of his kiss and the only thing I want more than his lips back on me is the woman behind him.
I’m slow as I remove my shirt, then discard my trousers and boxers to stand naked in front of them. I keep the mask on. The small protection it offers is a mirage but I hold onto it, too fucking raw already in front of them.
Irina worries her lip as her eyes devour me. My cock aches and I refrain from touching it. I don’t know how I know, but I’m sure it would displease Dante and right now, all I want is for him to praise me again.
“So fucking gorgeous, Aleksei,” he says gruffly, almost to himself. “Get on your knees.”
I hesitate. My nerves are flayed wide open. All my life, I’ve been the one in control. It’s hard to relinquish it, especially to him. My mouth waters. I can’t deny the strange desire to do exactly what he tells me.
I glance at Irina and she nods imperceptibly. I fall down to my knees.
Dante caresses my cheek softly. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he whispers softly, for my ears only and I shiver again. “Crawl to her.”
The command is sharp and the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.
Irina whines as I crawl on all fours and decide to take a bet, settling in between her perfect thighs. I know what she tastes like but the view of her open cunt, glistening with her arousal, puffy lips ready for more, the proof of how much this is turning her on, threatens to have me come right now, without ever touching myself.
“Go on, then,” Dante smiles at me. It’s not a kind smile, or one of his mocking ones. It’s devilish, and I fucking love it.
Irina’s eyes are already on me when I look up. Her breaths are shallow like she wants to hold it. Poised, at my mercy, and fucking silent for once, I give her a wicked smile of my own. Her eyes flash with fear before I latch onto her clit and suck.
Hard.
She cries out and it’s sweet music to my ears. I paw at her skin, bruising her as I dive into her pussy, licking, and sucking until I’m drunk on the taste of her. I don’t wait for permission from her husband to insert two fingers inside her and press onto her stomach.
“Oh fuck,Lyosha. Stop.”
I don’t. She comes in a rush, clamping around my fingers almost painfully. And I keep lapping at her.
I add my tongue alongside my fingers and thumb her clit with tight circles, prolonging her orgasm. The vibrations of her climax on my tongue are my new religion, her begging me to stop as she moans loudly, a prayer I’m about to become addicted to.
“Look at you, fucking sluts, desperate for each other,” Dante grunts, coming into view at Irina’s side. He thrusts his massive cock into his tight fist, the angry purple head making me desperate for something more. “You look perfect, putting on a show for me.”
I moan around Irina’s clit at the sweet praise, sending shockwaves of vibrations into her. Her legs quiver despite the restraints. Dante’s large hands caresses her breasts and kisses her throat before his lips clash against hers. She can’t escape him. And she can’t escape me. It’s heaven made flesh.
I’m lapping languorously at Irina’s pussy again, letting her calm down after two orgasms in a row and just luxuriate in the view of the two of them together. Dante places two fingers at her lips and she opens for him, sucking greedily. My cock jumps and leaks at the tip.
“Of course, you need more,” Dante says. “My pretty whore needs to be filled. Aleksei, why don’t you sink your cock into my wife’s perfect cunt?”
It’s phrased like a question but in truth, it’s a command that electrifies my skin.
I groan. I want nothing more. On shaky legs, I stand in between her thighs and look down at Irina’s opening. I let the tip of my dick enter her. “Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Fuck me,Lyosha. I want you,” Irina whines again, but this can’t be rushed.
My eyes oscillate between her face, pink with a perfect blush, lips parted and hair mussed, and her cunt swallowing the head of my cock. She looks wrecked and I want to see how far we can take this. Her pussy lips are swollen and needy. She fits me so fucking perfectly.
“So fucking wet,solnyschko. Did you dream about me wrecking this cunt?”
“Yes. Fuck yes. I did. I do.”
I hesitate but Dante’s right there to crush any remaining doubt.
“No condom. I want to taste your cum as it runs down my slutty wife’s legs.”
“Fuuuck.”
