Chapter 24 #4
I climax with the taste of dirty-pussy-silk lingering on my tongue, hips bucking up off the chair like an animal.
All of the careful, civilized propriety that I’ve cultivated chucked onto the floor like another man might toss a used condom aside.
Semen spurts shamelessly from my tip, soaking the underwear and Scarlett’s fist both, oozing pearly white down her fingers and dripping onto my balls and thighs.
“You gonna let me drive that Bugatti now?” she asks, tossing the panties aside.
They land on the metal floor with a splat, and I choke, reaching up to cover my own mouth with a repugnant hand.
Nostrils flared, I pant against my own palm, skin rippling as I realize that this is dirtier sex than the average person has.
And the average person, to me, is loathsome enough.
Scarlett stands up straight, bringing her hand to her mouth, sucking and licking my seed from her skin.
I drop my own hand, both my expression and my cock going stiff. Yes, all night. All night. I don’t even care if it hurts.
“I already told you: you can have it.”
I surge up from the chair, utilizing years of martial arts training to catch her as off-guard as anyone could ever catch Scarlett Force off-guard.
My hands clasp her wrists, yanking her to me.
I pull that dirty hand of hers to my mouth and, eyes locked on hers, I suck the last of my own cum from her fingertips.
“You’re such a freak.” Scarlett is awed by my audacity.
So am I. The taste of my own release is horrid.
It makes me cough, causes my throat to close up.
I don’t stop. I keep going. I commit. I suck and lick and twirl my tongue around her fingers as she moans and clings to the front of my ruined shirt.
A beat later and I’m dragging us both down, pinning Scarlett to the frigid floor beneath me. The space heater has left a patch of warmth at my back, but ice-cold under my palms.
“Did you love the taste of my panties, Alexei? You little OCD perv. Can’t touch anything else but me, huh?
” Scarlett turns her head and bites onto my wrist hard.
I shiver, but my grip only tightens, keeping her pinned.
She licks me next and that’s enough to encourage me to rock my hips.
My dick ends up between her pussy lips, knocking crown to clit.
We both moan. “Keep it that way. The only person you’re allowed to touch is me anyway. ”
“You’re quite fearless, you know that?” I reply, fisting her hair and taking over our next kiss. She loves to be held down like this, and I love to comply. It works perfectly.
“Adrenaline-addicted,” she admits, writhing against me. I release her and pull back suddenly, separating us so I can orchestrate my own ruin.
Scarlett knows what I’m doing. She grabs onto my forearms as I settle over her again, pushing the wet head of my cock against her ass. There’s plenty of sticky seed between us, offering more than enough natural lubrication.
I edge in and she gasps, digging her nails into me.
Her cunt was tight; this is a prison of flesh.
“Bolder than you can handle?” I ask, forcing my way in, causing her back to arch.
It’s not much more than that, just me bottoming-out and then sitting up and slipping two fingers into Scarlett’s snug slit.
She bucks her hips at me, jerking us both and making my muscles tense.
My jaw is set so tight it hurts. I’m equally turned-on and disgusted with myself.
This entire scenario freaks me out which is part of what’s making it fun.
I, too, have an adrenaline addiction.
“Not at all,” she pants finally, shaking her head. Pupils dilated. Lips parted. Her glossy raven hair falls around her face, framing that devil-may-care expression. “Perfect. Feels good.”
“Doesn’t it though?” I ask, using my fingers on her as she contracts naturally around me, doing most of the work for us.
I do that until I can’t take it anymore, then I hitch her leg and fuck her like I’ve lost all of my humanity.
I’m not a person anymore. Just a fuckboy.
Just a fuck…fuck… “Fuck.” The word is a grunt.
“Fuck.” I’m having trouble moving my hips, stealing through those tight muscles into a place that wasn’t meant for me.
I can feel my own dick with my fingers through the wall of flesh between Scarlett’s cunt and her ass.
My pinned wrist is screaming as I pump my hips against it with tyrannical menace, devolving right before our very eyes.
I could move my hand, but I don’t want to.
I need to savor her contractions, need to feel her arousal softening my fingertips.
“Just like that, Marie. Just like that.” Scarlett’s nails have shoved up the sleeves of my shirt, discovered my skin, and then pierced it with violent red crescent moons.
I’m bleeding now. It’s all so unsanitary and tainted and soiled.
I’m a blackguard in possession of a feral harlot, spinning into madness and relishing it.
My free hand tears away from her grip, groping for the discarded panties.
This time, it’s me putting them into her mouth, watching her eyes go wide as I continue to fuck my way through the intrusion.
I gag her and she bites me, holding my fingers in her mouth with hard, unyielding teeth.
I’m bleeding there, too, and she’s drinking it in with a wild sucking that has both my other hand and my hips pounding and striking.
I want her breasts, but I don’t have enough hands. It’s frustrating. If I were some ancient god with extra limbs then I could ravage her more properly.
“Making a wife of you is no small feat,” I breathe harshly, savoring the pain in my arms as she claws at me. “It is my sincerest…fucking…pleasure.”
Scarlett bites down so hard on my fingers that I jerk back on reflex, freeing her to spit the panties out onto the floor.
“Making a husband of you is no small feat.” Her words are both warning and praise as she turns black-fire eyes onto me. “But mark my words: I am a rich man.”
I’m not entirely sure what that means. I also don’t give a shit.
The pleasure of her tight body is too much.
She’s fluttering around my fingers, milking them like a cock.
She’s also wrenching around the base of my shaft, cutting off blood flow to a degree that it’s painful.
A cock ring of flesh that I can’t orgasm through.
It’s too much.
I draw out at the last second and finish with my hand on my cock, spilling over her and then finding myself on my knees between her legs, using my tongue.
“Holy fuck, holy fucking fuck. Fuck.” Scarlett’s nails dig into my hair, pulling me against her. I drive two fingers in again and she goes berserk against my mouth, vibrating and digging at me, wrapping me in her long, beautiful legs.
It’s long and drawn-out, unhurried and well-deserved. Her thighs quiver on either side of my head as she bucks and thrashes through the climax and the aftershocks. Her pelvis grinds into my face, ensuring there isn’t a single part of me that’s clean.
I sit up, panting, staring down at her in that expensive gold dress, wearing my saliva and my cum, her heels still on her feet and her legs spread wide.
“We’ll go to the courthouse in the morning to sign the papers,” I tell her gently, but firmly.
Time is running out and we both know it.
“To make it official. But we will also have a formal wedding at the family’s church.
Bohnes and I have already sent out the invitations, including the one stapled to Cody’s chest.”
Scarlett sits up with a smile on her face, shoving the dress back down between her thighs. I’m crouched in front of her, pants down, dirty shirt clinging to my shoulders. Dreadful. Filthy. I am filthy. There’s a brief moment where I almost throw up from the taste of my own semen.
“Have a dumpling, Alexei,” she says, reaching up to snatch one from the table and holding it out to my mouth. I stare at it with a pounding heart, my cock and my hands and my face sullied and ruined by her sinful body. I could no more resist Scarlett than I could resist gravity.
I take the vareniki from her fingers and then suck on them—hard.
My tongue swirls around her fingertips as we lock eyes.
And then I’m swallowing and shuddering in revulsion at the idea of eating something made with an open bag of flour, just sitting in the dusty back corner of Bohnes’ poorly stocked cabinets. How? Why did I eat that?
It’s both disgusting and the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
“Are they going to come for you? The family, I mean,” she asks, and I nod, slowly.
“I believe so. They received invitations, too. And they know exactly where I am. They’ve been waiting and watching us.
” I hate to admit that, but it’s true. We’re being tested.
I need to trust in both my competence and Bohnes’ to make sure we’ve chosen the correct route. Public marriage. A big splash. Fanfare.
“Okay.” Scarlett spears another dumpling and puts it in her mouth. I fucked her in the ass and she’s covered in my cum. Goodness. I feel the blood drain from my face, reaching into my jacket pocket and sliding out my gloves. Scarlett watches me slip them on with a faint smile.
Covering myself to keep the world clean from my filthy fingers, rather than the other way around.
I stand up and fix my pants, helping her to her feet.
We sit at the table together in the chairs opposite the ones we occupied before.
Scarlett picks up dumplings with her fingers and I eat them while sweating profusely and fighting the urge to run to the shower.
I’ve never been so aroused in my life, watching Scarlett tap, tap, tap that ring against the table.
“If the mob shows up at the school, let me go with them alone,” I say as Scarlett steals what’s left of my wine from earlier.