Page 34 of Twisted Fate
KONSTANTIN
I wake in the morning to the feeling of a burning sensation in my back and the hot sunlight spilling over my face. When I sit up, stretching just enough to feel the tightness across my shoulders, I remember all too well what’s caused it.
Sophia, last night, her nails buried in the meat of my shoulders as she came, first on my mouth, and then on my cock.
Already stiff from waking up, my cock throbs with the memory. I glance at the closed door between us, and the thought of going to her, of waking her up with more than just a polite good morning , crosses my mind.
I want her again. And where’s the harm in that?
My cock stiffens further, slapping against my abdomen as I sit up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed as I stare at the door.
I’ve already fucked her once, filled her up with my cum.
I promised her that if we slept together, it would be with the goal of getting heirs—of having a child.
And now that I’ve fucked her once, I’m finding that I don’t mind the idea of doing it again—of having a child now—as much as I thought I did.
The act of getting her pregnant is far too tempting to ignore any longer.
I stand up, feeling the burn of the scratches on my shoulders. I glance in the full-length mirror on the other side of the room, catching a glimpse of what I already knew were there—long, red lines down my back. She might have made me lose control last night, but I did the same to her.
I can still smell her perfume and arousal on me. I can still taste her on my tongue, and I want more. I remember the feeling of her wrapped around my cock, clenching around me as she came, and I walk to the door dividing our rooms, my mind already made up.
Before last night, I’d never fucked a woman without a condom before. I was always careful, always cautious. But with my wife, I wanted skin on skin. The chance for something to come of what we did together last night. And how it felt?—
I bite back a groan as I reach for the doorknob. Nothing has ever felt as good as the sensation of Sophia’s tight pussy wrapped around my bare cock. Nothing will ever feel as good again.
It could be addictive. It could be enough to make me never want another woman. To never want anything but Sophia’s hot, slick flesh wrapped around me as she screams my name?—
I shake off the thought, opening the door as my cock throbs stiffly in front of me, eager to be buried inside my wife again.
When I open the door, I’m startled to see Sophia sitting up in bed, a silk robe wrapped around her and loosely tied at the waist, her dark hair tumbling loosely around her shoulders.
She looks at me—naked, my erection jutting out in front of me, and she bites her lip, a glimmer of mingled amusement and heat in her eyes. “I ordered breakfast,” she says softly, a hint of a laugh in her voice. “But I don’t think you’re hungry.”
“I am,” I assure her, relishing the look of lust in her eyes as I cross the room to her in a few quick strides. “Just not for breakfast.”
She lets out a squeal as I grab her by the waist, pulling her atop me as I roll onto my back on the bed. I slide my hands down to her hips, lifting her up as she gasps, pulling her astride my face as I reach up to yank the tie of her robe free so that I can see all of her.
She shrugs it off, sending the silk pooling to one side as she lets out a shuddering moan the instant my tongue flicks against her clit.
She reaches out, grabbing onto the headboard as I settle my hands on her hips, adjusting her position until her pussy is pressed exactly how I want it against my mouth, my lips sucking at her folds as I lick and swirl my tongue around her clit.
I can taste the salt of my cum still in her, mingled with her arousal, and Sophia cries out again as I roll my tongue over her clit.
“Oh god, Konstantin—” she gasps my name, gripping the headboard hard with one hand as she lets go with the other. I groan with surprise as she reaches behind her, wrapping one hand around my cock and starting to stroke as I lap at her clit.
Her hand grips me with just the right amount of strength, her thumb seeking out the pre-cum already pearling at the tip and using it to get the length of me wet as she strokes me slowly, her rhythm matching mine.
It feels so fucking good. My hips rise with each stroke of her hand, pleasure sliding through me, tingling across my skin as I suck and lick at her drenched folds, her swollen clit, pushing her closer and closer to her first orgasm.
Her hips arch against my mouth as she gasps, the rhythm of her hand slowing, becoming more erratic until she finally lets go, grabbing the headboard with both hands as her back arches and she cries out my name, her hips grinding down helplessly onto my face as she comes hard.
“Konstantin!” She cries out, rocking against me as she floods my lips and mouth and chin with her arousal, shuddering as her orgasm wracks her.
I don’t waste a second. The moment I feel it start to ebb, I slide out from under her, holding her in place so that she’s on her hands and knees, her hands gripping the headboard as I grab her hip with one hand and my cock with the other, lining myself up with her entrance before I thrust into her with one long, hard stroke that drives me into her to the hilt.
I can still feel her clenching, fluttering from her orgasm as I push myself into her.
I can feel my cum still inside of her, making her even wetter than she was last night, and it drives me fucking insane.
The thought that I’m fucking it into her, that I’m going to come inside of her again, fill her up until she’s dripping—it makes me feel nearly feral with need, and I drive into her hard, again and again, fucking her hard and fast as she clings to the headboard and cries out with pleasure.
I grip her hips with both hands, watching my cock as it slides into her, my straining flesh soaked with her arousal and my cum, and I never want to fucking stop.
“You feel so fucking good, volchitsa, ” I groan, leaning down to bite her shoulder as I thrust. She moans, arching back against me at the pressure of my teeth, and I bite harder, sucking at the flesh there as I fuck her in long, hard strokes that seem to make her clench around every inch of my cock as I pull out and drive back in.
“So do you,” she gasps. “You’re so…big—” She moans as I thrust again, and I chuckle roughly, rocking my hips against the soft curve of her ass.
“You like that, volchitsa ? You like my thick cock stretching you? You like how I ruin you for any other man?” I draw out nearly to the tip and slam back into her, watching her ass shake with the force of the impact, her full breasts swaying.
I reach up, cupping one in my hand, pinching and twisting the nipple until she cries out.
“Is this cock the best one you’ve ever taken, volchitsa ? ”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, oh god, yes?—”
“Will you ever want another one?” I slam into her again. “Is this the only cock you want, devochka ?”
“Yes! Oh god, yes, Konstantin?—”
I feel the moment she starts to come around me, her pussy clenching and fluttering around my straining length.
My orgasm hits in the same moment, bowing my spine and tearing a groan from my lips as I start to fill her again with my cum, spurt after spurt jetting from my throbbing cock as I thrust into her, fucking it into her as deeply as I can.
When the last of my orgasm ebbs, I grab onto the headboard next to where she’s holding onto it, my body sagging forward as I try to catch my breath.
She feels exquisite, even with my cock softening inside of her, and as I slide back, I groan with the pleasure of feeling her wet, silky heat dragging along the length of my oversensitive cock.
No sooner have I slid out of her, rocking back on my heels as I watch Sophia try to catch her breath, than I hear a knock at the door.
“Room service,” a feminine voice calls out, and Sophia starts to laugh, her shoulders shaking as she grabs for her robe.
“I’ll get it,” she says, casting a glance back at me. “Just cover up?—”
I reach for the sheet to cover my groin in the same moment that Sophia reaches for the door, opening it to let the room service attendant bring in the tray.
But as the cart rolls in, pushed by a blonde woman in a staff uniform, I’m up off the bed before the realization of who it is has even fully formed in my mind.
It’s Elia. The woman who flirted with me at the bar—only she wasn’t in a staff uniform then. If she is now, bringing the room service that Sophia ordered, then there’s only one possible reason for that.
She’s not here to bring us breakfast.
I see the moment Sophia recognizes her, her mouth dropping open with shock. She steps back, darting around the cart—undoubtedly to go for some weapon she has hidden here—and Elia darts forward, shoving the cart toward me as she grabs for Sophia.
She gets a handful of Sophia’s hair and her robe, yanking her backwards as the room service cart crashes into me, rocking back and forth dangerously as dishes and pitchers slide.
I dodge out of the way just in time, grabbing it with one hand and pushing it out of the way as I lunge toward Elia. Sophia is twisting in her grasp, turning to rake one hand down Elia’s face, her nails leaving bloody scratches on the other woman’s cheek.
“Where’s your fucking gun?” I shout at Sophia as I grab Elia around the waist, yanking her back.
“In the nightstand!” She lunges past me, just as Elia twists, grabbing for my thoroughly unprotected balls. I swing my hips out of the way, throwing Elia onto the bed just as Sophia grabs the gun out of the nightstand, clicking the safety off.