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Jealousy ripped at my nerves. I wanted her to focus on what I was doing. Not on that cocky little fuck. I doubled down on her cunt, sucking her clit into my mouth and rolling it with my tongue. Her hands fitted into my hair, tugging sharply as I gripped her ass in my hands, holding her tightly to my face.
‘Holy fuck,’ she moaned.
Mine. I thought, possessiveness only urging my tongue on.
Her legs trembled, and I pinned her to my face, moaning into her cunt as she came. Pain filled my scalp when she gripped my hair between her fingers, her hips rocking against me. I swallowed every tremor she gave. It wasn’t enough. I needed more of her.
Pulling her downwards, I bent her over Alfie, her knees on either side of his face, her ass high enough that he couldn’t use his mouth on her. She was mine. And I’d fucking show them both.
Freeing my dick from my pants, I slid it deep inside her without a second thought. I paused when I was fully seated inside her still-pulsating pussy, my mind blown by the intense heat. This had been too long coming.
There was no holding back.
EIGHTEEN
HARRIET
My mind blurred as Petros shifted behind me, his dick sunk to the balls inside me. He was thick, stretching me around his girth. I don’t know what I’d expected when I asked him to help me, but the tumultuous emotions clouding my mind weren’t it.
For years, he’d almost been a brother to me. Him being inside me felt wrong. But at the same time, so fucking right. It had been a very long time since I’d willingly let a man inside me, and even then, only for ulterior motives. To make them let down their guard so I could drug them or kill them.
This is a game too, I reminded myself. He is following your orders.
The thought brought a stab of humiliation. I focused on Alfie’s painfully red erection in front of me. My hands were pressed over his thighs, either side of his dick, for support as Petros pulled back and thrust into me. His strokes were harried and sure, his hips arcing in a way that made my insides weep with need.
I wanted him to reach out and grab my hair or press his fingers to my throat. To tell me I was a worthless little whore. It was fucked-up. But making me feel like my body was betraying me almost excused the pleasure that was inflicted on me. Petros’ hands smoothed over my hips, holding my dress over my ass. He probably didn’t want to see the network of scars over it. Didn’t want to remember what I had been. Probably closed his eyes and thought of someone else to get through it.
Still, the artful way he slid his dick inside me made my body remember. Remember what it felt like to be brought to orgasm at someone else’s hands. Coming on a mouth or my own fingers didn’t hold the same intensity as being filled, and I couldn’t fight back the whimper that fell from my lips.
Petros scooped me up and pulled me to his chest, continuing his deep thrusts as he pinned me to him.
‘Fuck,’ I moaned.
Alfie’s dick bobbed in front of us, his balls looking achingly full. Satisfaction crept into me at the sight. Glancing down, I saw his face below us, his eyes fixed on Petros’ dick spreading my cunt around it. A pang of jealousy filled me. I’d have loved to see what we looked like from his point of view. The sordidness of our actions being above him sent a ripple of lust through me. What we were doing was filthy. Despicable. Damn, it made me clench over Petros’ cock.
Alfie’s eyes flicked to mine, and it was like he set a firework inside me. Pleasure ricocheted through me as he held my gaze. Petros’ hot breath grazed my neck as he growled, and the animalistic noise only added to my growing pleasure.
One of Petros’ hands slipped between my thighs, caressing my clit, and I lost any semblance of resistance. I came so hard that a gush of liquid escaped me and rained down over Alfie, each one of Petros’ continued thrusts sending more splashing over his face. The sight was positively filthy, and it drew out my orgasm as Petros refused to let up with his harsh strokes. My body quaked, and I rode out the waves like a rag doll in his arms. After another minute, he exploded inside me, my name tearing from his lips in an almost pained cry. Heat filled me as he pressed me firmly to him; holding me there as he pumped viciously in a moment of pure need like I’d never seen him display before. Closing my eyes, I let the tiny sliver of pure pleasure feel real. Being wrapped in his arms like a lover, filling me with his cum like I wasn’t a broken husk of a woman. Like the kind of intimacy other people had.
His lips pressing against my neck broke me from my moment of indulgence and brought me back to the real reason Petros was pretending to want me at all.
Alfie.
Shifting, Petros slid out of me, his fingers holding me a second longer, almost as if he was reluctant to depart from his position deep in my cunt.
I turned around to face Alfie, my pussy inches above his face.
With a smile, I clenched, sending a splatter of white cum downward. It hit his lips, and I waited for him to turn his head or revolt from having another man’s cum on his face. Instead, his tongue darted out and licked the sticky white mess up. With blown pupils, Alfie looked at my pussy with ravenous desire. Another squeeze dripped more of our cum onto his mouth, and a mix of anger and interest tore through me. Anger because he was such a dirty little fuck that I had no idea how I was going to break him, and interest because the urge to drop down and make him lick Petros’ cum directly from me was a heady thought.
But that’s what he wanted. I saw it then, in the way his gaze lingered on the cum gathering along my slit. He feeds off the attention. And suffers when he doesn’t get it.
‘Look at you, you disgusting pig. There is no low you won’t stoop to,’ I said in sharp, punctuated words.
‘Likewise. You’re thinking of pressing that cunt to my face right now, aren’t you? Thinking about pressing it down over my pierced cock and letting me go so I’ll fuck you the way you crave. Fuck you like I hate you.’
Heat flushed my cheeks, and I glanced up, but Petros was nowhere to be seen. I searched the room, wondering where he’d gone.
‘He can’t take it. He’s so in love with you, but he sees you wanting to be used by someone like me, and it kills him.’
