Page 74 of Sins and Virtue

He paused, his lips hovered over my pussy as he watched me intently.

“Don’t stop, baby.”

His mouth shone with my slickness. A strangled noise escaped his chest as his dark eyes drowned with fervent lust. “Kotyonok, this will never stop, for either of us.”

He gathered his spit and dripped it all over the clit. His tongue flicked it repeatedly as he inserted one, then two fingers into my pussy.

I gasped as the thickness of them stretched me out.

He smiled maniacally. “There you go, beautiful. How else do you think I’ll train you for this cock?”

Sliding his digits in and out in a slow then fast pace, making my hips jolt against him. More. More. More.

I watched, lightheaded as the candlelight seemed to fade away.

Without stopping, he stood up, fingering me as his erection outlined against his pants, and he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks. His hard cock jolted out, hitting his stomach. He was thick, veiny, and pierced as the tip leaked with white precum.

My lips fell open.

“What? Never seen a pierced cock, kotyonok?” He said with such self-satisfaction there was a reason a man like him was so confident of himself.

My mouth watered as I nodded, dying to have a taste of him.

He stroked his cock— once, twice— as his eyes became heavy-lidded, grunting before he turned his attention on me and tapped his dick against my face. The thud of his erection conjured something so primally submissive, I just wanted to be facefucked.

I attempted to lick the underside of his shaft as he took a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back roughly. Running the tip of his cock against my lips as he commanded with absolute authority. “You want it? Take it, kotyonok.”

He thrust his cock inside, hitting the back of my throat, making me gag. Tears lined my eyes as I opened my mouth wider to adjust to his size. I started to lick around the rim and suck his shaft desperately. Using one of my hands, I cupped his ass and rocked his hips further down my throat.

Konstantin rubbed his thumb softly against my cheek, making my head go all fuzzy and hazy. “Look at you, kotyonok, all needy like a good slut.”

Spit ran down my mouth as I took every inch of him as I pulled his cock out of my mouth and wrapped my hand around the base and started to jerk him off while I began licking his balls.

He threw his head back, his shoulders heaving uncontrollably and roughly as he moaned.

A few seconds passed before he reopened his eyes, hissing as he picked up where he left off and rammed his fingers harder into my pussy.

A whimper fought to leave my mouth as I sucked him off and he played with my pussy. The ravenous desire to consume and give each other absolute pleasure was the only thing we cared about.

His fingers curled upward, hitting my G-spot as a gush of water began to trickle out of my pussy; my legs began to shake as the precipice of bliss began.

Twisting and jerking his cock, I moaned without restraint. “Konstantin. Konstantin. Ah, Konstantin.”

The room began to shift, the world blurred away, overtaken by ecstasy. My brain was aflame, and all I wanted… all I needed was right in front of me. Just me and him until we faded into oblivion.

Ah, what bliss but wait this isn’t—

My eyes snapped open, meeting the four stone walls of this old chamber. Buried beneath the silk sheets, it felt so heavy, like I was being buried alive and my body was on fire.

It’s hot. Too hot.

Flushed by the hazy wet dream as sweat dripped from my temple, I threw the blanket to the side and sat upright. Allowing me space to breathe and cool down as my body appeared firmly pressed against my thin nightgown, my nipples poking through.

Geez, was I really getting that turned on… by a dream?

Remnant flashes of his hot lips meshed against mine, his fingers on my skin, his hard cock against my lips, thrusting in and out as he fingered my pussy without mercy.

A dream with Konstantin.