Page 55 of I’m The Worst

“Stop.”

Her eyes fly open. Fingers still buried knuckle deep. Grabbing the pillow, I drop it beside her.

“Use it.”

“Why—”

“Do it. Now.”

She scrambles onto her knees, grabs the pillow, and shoves it between her thighs.

“Press your thighs together.” I shove my sweatpants down, free my cock, and stroke it hard—base to tip. “Ride it like it’s my cock.”

Her face burns crimson, but she obeys. Hips start rolling. Slowly at first, then she becomes frantic. She grinds her dripping cunt down on the pillow, thighs squeezing so tightly she leaves behind a growing wet spot.

“Harder.”

She whimpers, her hips snapping forward, tits jiggling, clit dragging against the soaked cotton.

“Wolff… please…” It’s a broken, desperate noise that has pre-cum leaking down my length and onto my fingers.

She moans louder, grinding faster, thighs trembling. The pillow and her thighs are slick with her arousal. She’s right there.

“I’m gonna come,” she gasps, throwing her head back.

Her whole body locks up as she cries out, hips jerking wildly. She keeps riding through it, milking every pulse, tears trailing from the corners of her eyes.

My balls draw tight.

I step right up to the edge of the bed, fisting my cock inches from her face.

“Open that fucking mouth. Tongue out.”

She obeys instantly, her pink tongue flat and waiting like a good little Sovereign Slut.

I grunt as the orgasm rips through me. Thick, heavy ropes of cum shoot across her tongue, splash over her lips, streak her chin, and paint her tits. One drop lands on her cheek. She doesn’t close her mouth. Just takes it, breathing hard, hazel eyes locked on mine the whole time.

“Fuck…solnyshko.”

The last pulse falls onto her tongue. She stays there—mouth open, cum pooling and sliding down her chin and onto the sheets in messy strings, looking completely ruined and used.

My jaw clenches so hard that it aches.

It’s hard to take a full breath as I tuck my cock away, yanking a clean shirt over my head.

“Go to sleep.”

She blinks up at me, still panting. “You’re just gonna⁠—”

Not looking her way, I turn for the door.

“But we just⁠—”

“Go to sleep.” I cross the room and step out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind me.

Three more days stuck in this shitty cabin. The storm finally broke last night. I woke up to Wolff and Savva arguing again in the kitchen. I stay curled on the couch, knees to my chest, staring into the fire.

Wolff won’t look at me.