Page 44 of Volatile

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.

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