Page 23 of Cookie: Part One
To want someone zhis much? And not be able to get her again… I told her explicitly“don’t leave”only to vake up and reach for her and she vasn’t there. It felt...wrong.
To me, she felt like she belonged on my right side, just as natural as it is for Nadya and Dimitri to be on my left. But for some reason, she’s different.
Vanting Dimitri and taking him vas as easy as breazhing, same vit Nadya. Zhey yielded with no fight. Even vhen I casually suggested zhey marry, zhey did it happily. Just like now. I pull him down, running my hands down his back, slipping my tongue into his mouth and gripping his ass.
Natural… no fight, no argument, just like zee good boy I trained him to be. He grinds his dick against mine, shaking as I stretch his ass… but my mind is on her.Vhy doesn’t she listen?Vhy does she keep fighting me? But more zhan zhat… vhy do I like it?
“Ugn, Misha, deeper!” he grunts and I reach deeper, knowing he vants me to touch his prostate, but he’ll have to vait.
“Dobroye utro, moi lyubimyye(Good morning, my loves).”Nadya stirs next to us, placing her head on my chest as she yawns.
“Ughn, f-fuck… utrenniy zvonok, Misha snova popisal nalevo(Morning. Heads up, Misha’s pissed the cookie left again).”Dimitri smirks down at me and I reach furzher inside, stretching him more, making him double over, cum drizzling from his dick. “Fuck, you’re petty, but zhat f-feels good!” he pants as Nadya runs her tongue over my nipple, sucking.
“Pechenye left again?” She pouts, still sucking.
“Da.” I lift her on my face backwards so she’s facing Dimitri, planting her pussy right on my lips as zhey start making out.
I run my tongue on her clit zhen slide it into her pussy, tongue fucking her.
“UGHNNN! DA!” She arches her back, shaking. “Sh-she’s stubborn,” she vhines. “B-but I like zhat.” She pulls away from Dimitri, lifting her pussy off my face and glancing down at me, smiling. “She fits you perfectly, Misha,” she grins excitedly before I shove her back on my face, sucking her pussy hole while sliding Dimitri right on my dick, grunting.
“Chert voz’mi, da, pryamo zdes’(Fuck yes, right there),” Dimitri grunts, grinding down on my dick. Vhile eating all zee good morning cream I vant I let those vords settle over me, dick getting harder at zee zhought of her.
She fits me.
I close my eyes, losing myself in zee feel of zhem. Zhey feel good… zhey feel familiar, but… I vant her… nyet, Ineed her.I pound inside him, shaking ze bed, grinding into his ass zhat tightens around me. Nadya gets up and slides on his bone straight steel pipe zhat’s drooling cum like a leaking vater faucet, making him moan like my little bitch, cumming straight in her pussy as she squirts on my face.
I slam into him, lifting my legs as I pant and sveat. Again, she comes to mind, her face vhimpering, begging for zhis dick, crying for more, causing me to slam into him hard as fuck, toes curling as I cum.
“Pechenye!” I groan.
“M-Misha,” Dimitri huffs, holding on to Nadya. pulling her into a kiss vit serious eyes. “I vant more of zhat… give it to me,” he demands and I chuckle because Dimitri isn’t very greedy. He never asks for anyzhing, but I pull them down and kiss both of zhem, smirking.
“Don’t vorry leetle one.” I smirk at him, when vee get home get me everyzhing you can on her. I’m going to make her ours,” I vhisper.
“Da,” Nadya pants. “And if she runs again… I’ll bring her back to you myself. Crying, zhen I kiss tears avay, show her how good it feels to be yours.” She smiles, and I smirk.
“Run again? You don’t have to zhink about zhat Nadya. I’ll make it so she von’t run… no, so that she CAN’T run until I’ve had my fill.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
CONSTANCE
When we pull up to the house, I groan, having to drag my ass out of the car, feeling like I’ve been run over by two Mack freight trains…well, three to be exact.
“Thank you, Jov,” I croak, hoarse.
“My pleasure, Miss. You get some rest.” He nods with a kind smile, but he stops me. “Oh but miss…” I look back.
“Yes? Did I forget something?” I look into the car but he shakes his head and taps his nose.
“Zheir smell is strong.” I cock my head to the side and lift my arms, sniffing, but I can’t smell anything. He points at the bag, and my mouth drops open. “Make sure you spray.”Oh my GGOOOODDDDDD! HOW THE FUCK CAN HE SMELL ME?!?!?!?!?! THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING!!!!!
“O-oh… uhm… o-okay th-thank you.” I smile and he nods, waving as she drives off and I pull out the perfume, spraying, wondering how the hell they smell things I can’t. Regardless, I spray, thankful and already adoring him. Even though I’ve been coming out here for the last two days, that man has never looked at me with contempt or judgment,unlike that bitch ass maid. I need to make sure to tip him handsomely when I leave, but knowing them, they might find it an insult if I do.
With the grace of a sloth, I make my way up the God fucking awful stairs, regretting the fact that I didn’t take the time to change clothes, but it was so late, and I wanted to be home before Pyper woke up, so I just threw on my trench coat, butterball ass naked underneath and clacked out with my heels, walking like leprechaun…ugh, what the hell was I thinking?
Just as I get to the front door, I want to weep. It’s crazy what two days of being fucked mercilessly will do to a bitch… what looked like a picturesque mountain dreamhouse yesterday now looks like a torture device meant for optimal pain.
