14. Vitali

FOURTEEN

Vitali

M y ring is going to look good on her finger. It’s already perfect adorning my hand as I squeeze her throat. Now, it’s going to permanently belong to Stasi rather than decorate her neck.

I’ve never fucked someone bare, and I know I’m going to lose my mind before she even lines me up. I’m moaning like a little bitch getting belly rubs and pour every sound into her mouth, so it’s not picked up by her perverted stepfather. The cunt is going to pay for making me miss the sight of sliding into her for the first time and every thought leaves my head as I’m warmly greeted by her tight wet cunt hugging me.

When her moans register as words my knees go weak.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, Tali.”

She said my name.

She’s wrapped around me, bare, as I slowly push forward, and she said my name.

Forcing my hand away from her neck so I don’t hurt her, I grab her hair, exposing my second favorite place on her body and write my name on her neck. My voice deepens as I feel her fully. “Fuck, malyshka, your pussy is heaven.”

She nods and softly kisses my jaw, making me melt. Wondrous lust floats into my ear as she holds my hips, slowly rocking into me. “How do you feel even bigger?”

Fuck me.

All Stasi needed was my bare dick to become talkative and she’s killing me.I’m trying to hold back so I don’t embarrass myself and the force of it has my voice turning rough as I groan, “Shut the fuck up, I’m trying not to come.”

Her inner walls clench around me and I know she’s been put on earth as my counterpart when she smirks and wraps her legs around me, so I’m fully buried inside her. I don’t give a fuck if we’re heard as I flatten over her and push her into the desk. Let every Brat cunt fly through the doors and see what only I can do for my girl, she’s covered by me, and they won’t see anything more than her thigh, but they’ll see how my bitchy girl fucking melts under my hands.

We both move slowly, and I don’t leave her neck despite my facial hair turning it red, not when I need her fully marked. She slips her hands into my slacks to grab my ass and pull me forward. My girl is opening up to me, not physically but mentally as she shows her vulnerable side and softly whispers her command, “Tali, kiss me.”

She’s barely finished speaking and I obey.

I keep my weight off her with my forearms bracketing her beautiful head and she moans into my mouth despite neither of us moving our hips. There’s more emotion in it than usual, this isn’t just physical, and she knows it too. I pull my hips back and smile against her as she whimpers. She holds my sides, giving me space to fuck her, but I freeze as my nape heats at the feeling of eyes on us.

My thrusts are rough, hard enough that she nearly rips my shirt but it’s not for pleasure, I’m trying to keep her covered and my lips brush her ear as I whisper, “We’re being watched.”

I know she thinks I’m being a dumb fuck but I’m not talking about the cameras. If I don’t give a fuck about people seeing us it doesn’t mean Stasi does, she’s weird about shit and I can never predict if she wants to be my good girl or my perfect slut.

When she undulates her hips I have my answer and pull out, hating the air touching my dick. She’s perfect and folds over the desk with her ass in the air for me. Pushing inside her in one thrust, I wrap her hair around my fist and pull her up. My other hand goes between her thighs, covering what isn’t for undeserving eyes. If I can’t see my dick entering her I’ll feel it twice and I flatten my palm against her clit as I widen my fingers. My movements are clumsy as fuck, and I get a mouth full of smoke as I blindly find her ear. “You’re so wet for me, sweetness.”

We’re both trying to keep quiet, so the pervert doesn’t get any more material.She rolls her head on my shoulder in a search for my lips, but she freezes, staring at something behind me. Following her line of sight, I drop my hold on her hair and wrap my arm around her middle, protectively, while slowly thrusting up. Her stepsister is a fucking creep, attempting to hide in the adjoining bathroom, but there isn’t just a crack in the door, it’s a fucking crater.

I kiss my girl’s cheek, and my lips don’t move as I ask, “You know I respect you?”

Her eyes soften and she leans her face into me while stroking across my forearm with a nod. It’s not a loving statement or even lustful, but she leaks around my dick and grinds her hips back. As long as she knows none of the shit about to leave my mouth is directed at her, I don’t need a guard and fix back on the pervert watching us.

“You can join us.”

Any softness I built up is demolished with four words and Stasi turns rigid as heels click closer.

I’m not letting the bitch touch me, my dick will crawl inside my body if she even fucking looks at it. My body and my mind belong to one stubborn woman who refuses to claim me. Oh fuck, my dick gets harder at the thought of Stasi being possessive over me and I hate her bitch of a stepsister even more for interrupting. I already hated her because my girl does and that’s the only information I needed, but now it’s deeper and my tone hardens as I flick my chin to the floor beside us.

“Kneel and shut your fucking eyes.”

She’s obedient and drops to her knees with her face tilted up and lids closed. Without the pervert watching us I can do what I want and press my palm to Stasi’s back so she’s bent over the desk again.I lean over her and keep my voice low, for the two of us, and not our audience.

“Legs wider and hold yourself open for me.”

Those dark eyes are full of questions, but her hands move as she pushes her ass higher in the air with her legs further apart. I move her hair out of her face, so I don’t have anything obstructing my view and kiss her nape.

“That’s my fucking girl.”

Fuck. Me.

She’s perfection and I massage her ass now that I have the view of my dreams.

Marta is still kneeling with her eyes closed, she’s not at the right height to be able to watch and I don’t look away from Stasi as I angle my hips to have my girl explode.

“This pussy is worth dying for, isn’t it, Marta?”

A low curse comes from in front of me and a squeak from behind. I don’t give a fuck about the answer. Nothing could keep me away from the woman or her body, not even the promise of death.

My tone is conversational if I ignore the harsh breathing while Stasi bites into her hand to stop from screaming.

“Should see her when she comes, even more stunning.”

There’s a low moan behind me that ruins the sound of my girl.

“You want to see, don’t you?” I ask despite already knowing the answer. She hates my girl because she wants to be her, it’s obvious and it’s also obvious that she couldn’t match Stasi if she had all the power in the world. My girl is beyond anything worldly; she’s irreplaceable and unable to be replicated.

Fisting her panties, I pull until they snap and move one hand under her. I’m going to owe her a few climaxes, but it will be worth it knowing the cunt behind me will never be able to utter a single fucking lie again. I press my palm into her stomach and write an IOU on her clit. I’ll eat her out when we get home, sit her on my face and give my apology for what’s about to happen.

My fingers slap against her ass with the same apology before I thread them through her hair at her scalp. Her back bows and she can’t contain her moans as she pushes her fingers against my hip. My belt is clapping against her thigh, and I make rapid circles on her clit, feeling her pulse around me. Her hips slam back, meeting me thrust for thrust and our pervert is forgotten as I come harder than I ever have in my life.

Each time with Stasi rewrites my experience and I know we’d be eighty years old and she’d have me pressing a life alert from coming so fucking much.Her head touches my shoulder as she groans and clenches around me; her release shakes her body and my cum leaks around my dick, overflowing her pussy and dripping on to the floor. I gently place her back over the desk and rush out, “Keep it inside, sweetness, I’ll get you cleaned up.”

The path to hell is paved with good intentions and that’s all I have now as I tuck myself away, proud of my girl for clenching and doing what I said. Marta doesn’t get to see my dick, and I’ll be fucked if she sees the heaven that lies between Stasi’s thighs.

I turn without exposing Stasi, and disappointment pulls Marta’s features down while I’m smiling widely.

“If you open your eyes, I shoot you in the head.”

She’s been here without a threat and watched us without an invite. I know she’s eager for whatever’s going to happen, but I need the threat to ensure it doesn’t change. She nods her head so fast it knocks some of the curls loose from where they’re pinned at the top of her head, then sits up on her knees.

Stasi’s eyes are on me.I fucking love when she looks at me and I know she’s checking for a weapon. It would be rude to disappoint her, so I take out my gun, unclick the safety, and press the muzzle to the pervert’s forehead. Marta’s lashes flutter, fighting to open as I grab her hair. She gasps and smiles, the weird cunt.

I don’t touch her with care or out of lust, not like I touch Stasi, and her dress catches under her knees as I drag her towards my girl. Holding her head back so she can’t touch her, I slap Stasi’s ass just because I can.

“Push our cum into her mouth,” I say as I massage her reddened cheek. “Let the bitch taste how perfect we are.”

I expect outrage, a fight, or some movement under my fingers, but Marta doesn’t do that, she relaxes and opens her mouth with her tongue out.I move the gun to her cheek as my fingers itch to rip her tongue out of her ugly-ass head.

My girl doesn’t do what I said, and her eyes are like scanners checking me from head to toe. She relaxes when she sees that my dick isn’t out. So fucking cute. Getting even more adorable, she threads her fingers through mine and hate fills her as she fixes on her stepsister to ask, “Who’s the slut now?”

My fingers tighten in Marta’s hair, dragging her head further back as cum drips on to her tongue and chin, racing down her neck and soaking into the neckline of her dress.

No one fucking disrespects Stasi, she isn’t a slut. She is mine.

I move Marta’s head while she moans, and her face is successfully covered in what she will never fucking experience. I pull her further back, so she’s out of the way, and fix Stasi’s dress. Marta’s body sways without my hold and I’m back where I belong: by my girl’s side. My tone is deadly and cruel, deserving, as she opens her eyes and Stasi hugs me with one arm as she perches on the edge of the desk.

“Lick it up.” I point to the floor with the gun then to Marta.

Her hands remain on her knees and stares at me as though I would ever fucking choose to touch her when I’m not an idiot, I know what I have beside me. Stasi massages my shoulders and strokes across my waist with her other hand. She’s hugging me, sweet as fuck, and I’m sure I’m blushing.

Marta licks the dirty-ass floor, and I turn my head to speak against my girl’s lips with my cheeks aching from how wide my smile is.

“Hi, sweetness.”

I playfully pucker my lips and she strokes my cheek before rolling her eyes then pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. With the only person I care about relaxed, I turn to get rid of the bitch, but Stasi shakes her head and makes me control my trigger finger.

Anger attaches itself to my voice at not being able to do what I want as I bark, “Get the fuck out.”

Marta climbs to her feet with her chin tucked to her chest and the pervert stops watching us as she walks to the door. When her hand touches the handle I decide it’s not enough and add, “I expect a thank you card from your future husband for giving you the fantasy you’ll have from now on.”

A tremor works through her fingers as though it was my responsibility to be faithful to the fucker.

When the door clicks closed, Stasi falls against my chest and shakes her head, trying not to laugh. It turns to regret and her eyes close as she admonishes herself. “That was wrong.”

Was it fuck, the stupid bitch involved herself. I didn’t force her to do shit and she could have left but she chose to stay. Rather than argue with her, I focus on two things.

“Why did you smell like smoke? And who called you a slut?”

My hands go to her ass, pulling her closer so she’s sitting on my thigh while she searches for a lie, andI nod along with every syllable of her bullshit.

“I was walking through the gardens, it must have drifted over.”

She hasn’t answered my second question. She should be initiated; she’d hold up under interrogation and have the police listing their own crimes out of frustration from her non answers. Copying her move, I pull her closer and soften my voice to ask, “Does it hurt?”

My girl looks between each of my eyes and her brows slowly pull together. She’s cute as fuck all confused and I comb my fingers through her hair, fixing the strands as I lean closer.

“Always pulling excuses and deflections out of your ass, does it hurt?”

She thinks I’m a dumb fuck; it’s half right, I don’t give a fuck about anything enough to be serious, but it doesn’t mean I’m dead behind the eyes.Or that I’ll allow her attempts at hiding shit again. She turns into a different person, less confident and filled with uncertainty.

“Technically he called me a whore.”

My heart is beating too fast with the rage boiling my blood. “Who?”

Shock has her eyes widening at my rough tone. Where’s my crazy girl who gives back ten times what she gets? The world is fucked, and my Stasi has turned into someone else as she sweetly kisses my cheek and fucking hugs me.

“It’s not worth it, let’s go before the rumors start.”

I pull her back to me and cup her face with both hands. There’s nothing other than sincerity, a promise, and a vow as I say, “You’re worth everything to me, even if it’s just you telling me about some new sock you bought, or your ten thousandth cushion, I want to know.”

“Vitali,” she warns, and her eyes harden as she peels my hands off her face. “Don’t make this into something more. We both know what this is.”

Is she fucking stupid? She can’t be when she can hack into anything and examines people’s body language, but I’m starting to have doubts considering she refuses to acknowledge that she’s not just a fuck. She’s everything and I finally understand her as I catch her muttering under her breath, “You won’t be hurt that way.”

My sweet Stasya thinks she can hurt me. Underneath all of her bravado she’s in pain and I hold her like that will keep her together or push the pain out of her body.

“Nothing you can do or say will ever hurt me, please let me know you, Stasi.”

Her teeth lightly chatter and blows out a steady breath over my shoulder before she softly says, “Never beg anyone, Vartanov.”

There’s no emotion on her face as I nod and step back, unwrapping my arms from around her. She turns and walks into the bathroom while I stare after her. The door doesn’t slam, she pauses at the threshold and holds the frame as she looks over her shoulder. There’s the smallest smile on her face and she forces uncharacteristic lightness into her voice as she asks, “Do you still want me to hold it for you?”

It's fucked up, but I want her to touch me at all times and it would be pretty fucking funny to watch her struggle aiming my hard dick.