Page 172 of I’m The Worst

I’m shaking as I reach between my legs. My fingers slide easily into my soaked pussy, feeling the thick ridges of his cock dragging against them through the thin wall separating my holes. The fullness makes me sob.

“Fuck— Wolff⁠—!”

My orgasm barrels through me, blinding and powerful. I clamp down hard around his cock and my fingers, screaming into his palm as my body convulses.

He grunts, gripping my thighs and hoisting me off the floor. My legs are forced wide apart in the mirror.

“Look at yourself. See how good you look wrapped around me.”

My head falls back against his chest, eyes locked on the obscene reflection of my used body. My dress is bunched uselessly around my waist. My legs are spread wide, pussy lips stretched and glistening around my fingers, while his thick cock disappears deep into my ass.

“Whose cock are you coming on, solnyshko?”

“Yours.”

He curses under his breath, thrusts turning erratic. I fist my hands in his hair, jolting with every savage stroke. Then, with one final, punishing thrust, he buries himself deep and groans my name, flooding me with cum.

He holds me there, legs wide, watching in the mirror as his cock pulses inside me. When he finally pulls out, a thick river of his cum leaks from my gaping hole, dripping down over my swollen pussy and running down my thighs.

“Taste it.”

Not hesitating, I reach down with shaky fingers, scooping up the warm mess, and bring them to my mouth. I suck them clean while staring at him in the mirror.

“Fuck.” His hands tighten on my thighs before he slowly sets me on my feet. My legs wobble as I lean over the sink, skin flushed, body completely shattered.

His weight stays pressed against my back, breathing slow and deep. He drags his half-hard cock through the wetness between my legs, then grunts and slowly pushes into my pussy. My eyes widen at the stretch of his still-hard cock.

“I need a minute⁠—”

I gasp as he sinks in deep, chest flush against my back as he fucks me slowly. Every roll of his hips presses him impossibly deeper, his pelvis grinding against my ass.

“I want my cum leaking from you for days.”

His hand slides around to press hard on my lower stomach, feeling the bulge of his cock moving inside me. My dress is still bunched around my waist, tits spilling out. I whimper as my pleasure crests again, pushing back against him, needing more.

He grips my chin, tilting my head back so he can kiss me, tongue fucking my mouth while his cock drives into me. I come hard, convulsing around him with a broken cry into his mouth.

He follows, groaning my name as his cock floods me with another release. Holding me against him, he grinds deep, making sure every drop stays inside me as we come together.

For a long moment, neither of us moves.

His heavy weight sags against my back, forehead pressed between my shoulder blades, breathing ragged against my skin. My legs ache. My body throbs. I’m covered in sweat and cum.

I should feel disgusted. Ashamed. Angry.

But all I feel is relief.

His arms stay wrapped around me like he can’t let go. For one fragile second, it almost feels like something more.

Then he slowly pulls out. The loss of him is immediate and cold. I push myself upright, smoothing down my dress with trembling hands while he adjusts his clothes across the room.

The distance returns so rapidly it gives me whiplash.

“Umm…thank you. For the dog.”

I turn to face him, but he’s already heading for the door. My throat tightens, my hand twitching with the urge to say something.

Anything.