Page 27 of Arseni
Two of my fingers enter her at the sound of my name while I inhale the scent of her perfume.“That’s perfect.Just like that.”
“Please don’t do this.Just—just fake it.”She whispers this like she doesn’t want the mic to pick up her words.The woman has a master’s from Berkeley but is so adorably gullible.
“I can’t fake it forever,” I whisper back.
Her arms around my shoulders hug when I give her a forceful thrust of my fingers.She whines like she doesn’t like it, but the moisture on my hand says otherwise.“This is wrong.”
“I know,” I increase my pace, making her eyes clench shut while her legs try to close.But herhips?Her hips lift for me.“I’m a bad, bad man.”
“You’re practically achild.”
My brow furrows at that.It must be an insult, some comment about my maturity.Nothing else would make sense.
But did I hearguiltin her voice?
When I press my thumb to her clit and rub while fingering her, she arches her back, her pink lips parting.She likes this.Shewantsthis.
I circle my thumb around her clit while watching her face twist with ecstasy, her lips pursing with a moan.My neck warms where her heated breaths hit, and the sensation makes my cock jump.It fills with so much blood, I pull my hand from Margot’s pussy to grasp it on command.
Precum oozes from the tip as I squeeze and rub it on her inner thigh.Her soft skin feels so good against my cock, I think I could get off just from this.I could slide myself against her thighs as if I’m pretending just like she wants.Just like she’sbegged.I could play the part of the hero so well I’d almost believe it myself.I almostwantto.
But I don’t.
I’m too much of a villain.
Pulling Margot’s panties to the side, I push into her slick cunt that gives me such a warm welcoming, it makes me groan.She gasps and lets her arms loosen until her fingers are digging into my shoulder blades.
“See?”I say, my voice breathy as I begin to roll my hips.“This isn’t so bad.”
“Arseni,” she whines in frustration, but she still doesn’t open her eyes.She clenches them, her cheeks pinching like she’s in pain.But I know she isn’t in pain.She’s undulating beneath me like a little whore.
“Why are you fighting this?”I place both hands on either side of her head while I jerk inside of her, hard, just to hear her moan.Like I’m somehow fooling myself, living out some delusion that she wants me.I’ve wanted it badly before.Maybe I can’t see past that.
Margot turns her head away from me but opens her mouth wide with a guttural moan.
Nope, I’m seeing clearly.
I fuck her harder.Faster.Coming alive at the chain around her ankle clacking to my beat, swaying against my hamstring.I make a mental note to get a headboard just so I can hear it bang against the wall the next time I fuck.The rhythm has me thrusting so intensely, my forehead beads with sweat and Margot’s underwear chafes my cock.I grip the lacy things and rip them with so much passion, it finally makes Margot open her eyes.
She searches me like she’s trying to gauge if I’m angry or if I’m just an animal.I end her curiosity with a brutal kiss to her lips, as brutal as my thrusts.I think for certain she’ll try to pull away, but she just stays still, her lips loose, her jaw lax.
I stroke her bottom lip with my tongue as a test, and when she doesn’t protest, I push inside her mouth to taste the sweetness of her tongue.She doesn’t meet me there.She doesn’t kiss me back.But she doesn’t fight me either.
Her lips vibrate my mouth with a mewl as I put my hand between us to assault her clit.She’s close.I can feel it in her legs embracing my waist, the twitching of her hips, the shudder she breathes into my mouth.
I rip my lips away to put all my attention on rubbing her to Heaven, even after bringing her down to Hell.I can’t explain why I want it so bad.Maybe to prove something to myself.Prove what, I don’t know.All I know is when Margot’s chin tips back with a loud, unleashed moan, I feel like I’m floating with her.
Both my hands claw at the mattress as I fuck like I’m nothing but a beast—sweat dripping, arms quivering, grunts wobbling up my throat.
When I come, it feels like every bit of life I have in me sinks into Margot’s swollen pussy.I barely keep myself from collapsing on top of her.
I’m exhausted.Spent.And still, I can see when I roll off of her that the porn star I just fucked is long gone.I canfeelthe tense energy she’s putting off even without touching her.
She rolls away from me and curls into herself, little sobs tumbling out her mouth a few moments later.
I stand from the bed on tired legs and work to get my clothes back on.I don’t look at Margot as I do.I’m not sure why the sound of her crying bothers me, but right now, it’s unsettling.Maybe even annoying.
“You’re all right, Mommy,” I say, pulling on my shirt.Her crying ceases as she tightens.I think she’s afraid until her voice, quaking with anger, fills my ears.
