Twenty
Vincent
“S o the pussy was worth it?” I asked, flopping down in the chair in the commons across from Dominic.
“Best pussy I’ve ever been buried in,” he commented, flipping through his book and pushing his dark glasses up his nose.
I found it funny he had to wear glasses to read. Big, bad mafia boy needed glasses. Of course, the asshole had to wear the thick, black framed ones that he rocked. Fucker looked good in anything.
“You keep saying that but haven’t given any details,” I pressed, desperate to hear something from him about Bianca. The girl was torturing me both in person and in my head. I’d probably jerked off to her body in my mind twice a day since I’d first seen her.
Dominic closed his book and gave me a pointed look. “What do you want to know?”
“What was it like? Did she fight you? How’d you fuck her?”
“It was the best I’ve ever had. She fought me for a moment before she calmed down. And I fucked her on her back. That enough information for you?”
“No,” I groaned, rubbing my face. “How tight? Did she come? Did you make her bleed? How did it start? I need details.”
Dom chuckled. “Her pussy was so tight it hurt my cock, but in the best way possible. She came a few times, once in my mouth and once so hard I had to change the sheets. And yeah, she bled.” He frowned at that before continuing, “I had her straddle me before I put her on her back and ate her out. The way she sounds when she comes is fucking heaven. I have claw marks on my back from her.”
“Fuck. You do?”
He nodded. “Now you know the dirty details, you can leave me alone so I can read in peace.”
“Not happening.” I snatched the book from him when he made to open it again.
He shot me a sour look.
“When can I have a go?”
A muscle thrummed along his jaw. “Does she want you?”
I snorted. “Did she fucking want you or did you put her in the position of having to want you?”
He scowled at me. “You know the game we’re playing here. We wanted to get Ivanov to fight. This worked perfectly.”
“Yeah, but now Levin is stomping around pissed off he has to take turns watching her. Speaking of which, I’m sure he’s having the time of his life waiting for her to get out of class so he can walk her back to her dorm. And I don’t have her in my bed. I thought she belonged to all of us.”
“She does.” He reached for his book and snagged it out of my hands. “So if she wants to fuck you on her own terms, she may. If not, then it sucks to be you.”
“Man, fuck you.” I laughed and got to my feet. “Tell you what, since she belongs to all of us, then we should all fuck her together and make it one big orgy.”
Dom shrugged. “I’m not opposed to it. You’ll just have to get her to think you aren’t an asshole and get Levin to actually want her, then I’ll gladly pull my cock out and fuck her with you.
” His hands tightened on the arm of his chair for a moment.
Ah, the jealous prick. He wasn’t completely open to sharing her.
“And if she doesn’t want to?” The thought hadn’t occurred to me she’d say no now that we had her, but the possibility was there.
“Then I guess I’ll just have to fuck you,” he muttered, snatching his book back from me and opening it again.
I laughed and got to my feet. “I’m going to find her. I bet I can bury myself inside her by the end of the week.”
“Good luck with that,” was all he said as I practically skipped from the room.