But if this is what it’s like to be Yulian’s whore, I’ll sign on that dotted line again and again.
“You want me to fuck you again.”
It’s not a question, but I answer anyway. “Yes.”
“How?” His finger-fucking grows wilder, rougher. There’s the slightest edge of pain there, and it feels fucking amazing. “How do you want it?”
“I don’t care.”
“I don’t believe you.” He circles my clit once, twice, and the pressure is so strong, it’s a miracle I haven’t come yet. “You’ve thought about this. Touched yourself to it.”
I don’t deny it. Ican’t.
“Yes.”
“In those dreams, did I fuck you on your hands and knees?” His voice drops even lower, a sandpaper whisper, and the picture it’s painting drives me insane. “Did I fuck you from behind, just like this?”
“Yes.”
“Did I make you come on my cock?”
“Yes!” I cry out. “Please, fuck me, make me come?—”
Yulian groans, rocking his hips against me, his fingers crooking with every thrust.
I’m so wet I can’t breathe. All I want is release, but Yulian won’t give it.
Every time I’m about to tip over the edge, he angles his touches slightly away from where I need them. I try to guide his hand, but he doesn’t let me.
Frustrated, I reach behind me to palm at his cock. He hisses in pleasure, but twists my hand back against my thigh moments later, forbidding me from touching him. From taking his cock out and plunging it inside me from behind, exactly the way he promised me.
But he didn’t promise anything, did he? He built a fantasy—that doesn’t mean he’ll let me have it.
The thought hurts more than I thought possible.
“Please,” I whimper. “I need it, need you to fuck me from behind, need you to treat me like your whore!”
“Blyat’.” A thrill shoots down my spine as I feel Yulian’s left hand release my wrist, getting to work on his belt. His cock springs free, the hot head brushing against my seam. I should be scared at how big he is, but all I want is to feel it inside me—all of it.
“You little… fucking…!”
He pushes me down by the neck, like a dog. Like he’s about to fucking mount me.
Then he grabs his cock and guides it right up to my pussy.
I’m on my hands and knees, gaping open for him, so close to my orgasm I could cry. I feel him line up with me, feel his head start to push in?—
BANG, BANG, BANG!
Knocks on the door. Loud, impatient knocks.
“Lovebirds!” Maksim’s voice breaks in, teasing and amused. “You’re both wanted at the party! Come on down before all the snacks are gone!”
I like Maksim. I really, really do. He’s polite, funny, and my best friend’s new crush.
But right now, I could kill him with my bare hands.
“Fuck.” Yulian’s cock, so close to breaching me seconds before, pulls back. “We have to go.”
