Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (most popular ebook readers .txt) 📗

11

Matt

Marina disappears behind the gate, and I run my hand down my pants and squeeze my dick at the base.

The arousal borders on the abnormal. When that savage bit me, I thought she was going to chop my fucking fingers off. First I wanted to run after her after her ass went out the door, but then I decided not to put on a show for the people here.

And chasing after her with a boner isn't so comfortable. I leaned back on the cushions and laughed, looking at the gouges in my fingers' skin from the sharp teeth. My skin was turning blue, and my dick wouldn't stop whimpering. I'd never been thrown like that before. Bitch.

Rie's moans and hip movements turned my brain into gooey syrup. Hot girl. A little more and I would have cum right in my pants just from the feeling of power over her and her supple body.

I think the Furies are nothing compared to Marina when she is fucking. And I'm dying to see and feel it for myself. Liquid metal runs down my spine, scorching my nerve endings as I squeeze my cock in my fist. It rages on.

"Matt?" Julie's smoky voice sounds so sudden that I jerk. I turn around and meet her gaze, swollen with alcohol.

The slut is heading in my direction, wiggling her ass in what she must think is a sexy way. She doesn't look like much, I must say, but her mouth is just the right thing to do.

"Come here, baby!" I reach out and pull my hand to the back of her head.

Her full lips open, naively hoping for a kiss, but I push her head down, leaning her against my groin and unequivocally hinting at something else.

"Suck me!"

For a moment, the sober thought flashes in her drunken eyes. There are a shitload of people downstairs, and the balconies here are not conducive to privacy. The balustrade consists of thin metal rods, and if anyone walking below raises their head, they will witness Julia working her mouth. But I don't care. I want to cum. And she's going to do it anyway. So without wasting time talking, I yank my fly with my left hand and press her lips against my infernal boner with my right.

The girl plops down on her knees, licks her lips, wraps her hand around my cock and takes the head in her mouth. Oh, fuck, yes! Finally!

Immediately I push deeper, forcing her to relax her throat.

"Take it deeper!" I demand as the blonde begins to shake her head and tries to pull away to grab air with her nose.

I let her do it, and then I wrap both hands around her head and start fucking her wet mouth. I need literally a few fucking seconds. There's still the taste of Marina's nipples on my tongue, which makes the process much quicker.

"Hey, why don't we go to the pool?" Someone's lively suggestion comes from downstairs.

"Sergio told us not to go in the backyard" the other bass says, while I, with my mouth ajar from the growing buzz, thrust myself into her wet mouth. Julia rests her palms on my hips and squints, trying to relax as I push my cock into the back of her throat.

"Who cares? He's in the house, he won't know. We'll make it quick. Don't worry about it."

"All right, let's go"

A lightning bolt of orgasm shoots through my waist. Holding the head of the slut, I cum vigorously in her mouth, enjoying the flashes of ecstasy all over my body.

It would have been a million times more powerful with Marina, because she was the one I was picturing in Julia's place, but that would do for now.

I exhale, finally letting go of the frequently swallowing girl, and shove my cock into my pants.

"Thank you, beautiful, very helpful! Let's go get something to eat, I'm hungry like a wolf."

I don't want to fuck her. I had everything I needed, so I just ignore her incomprehensible babbling and head for the door to go out into the hallway.

"Matt, but I want to too!" I hear the sound of heels speeding up on the carpet. The girl catches up with me, hangs on my arm, and pulls me back.

"Then go, and I'll send someone for you!" I shake the annoying idiot off me.

"But I want you!"

"And I don't want you."

She could not even try to make that hurt look on her face. I left the unsatisfied creature standing there on the stairs, and head for the kitchen.

I'm really hungry. I pour myself half a glass of cheap whiskey and drink it in one gulp. Then put a sandwich and some cheese chips in my mouth.

The crowd is like on batteries yelling songs and already sucking on the couches.

"Cash, have you seen Marina?" Sergio comes out of nowhere and pops some chips in his mouth.

"She left" I observe his reaction. The drunken face floats frustratingly. I was right, though; he really wanted to end tonight with my wild dessert. Bummer.

"Too bad."

"Listen, who is she anyway? That Marina. Where did she come from?"

If that's the case, I' d like to know something about her. Other than the fact that the bitch carries a knife and bites like a wildcat, I don't know anything else.

"I don't know" The woodpecker shrugs. "I met her at the track. Three weeks ago. But I don't know where we got her from."

"Where is she studying? Working?"

"I don't know, Matt. I only see her on the track or at parties. Rie never talks about herself. I don't even fucking know if she's 18."

Jerk laughs, sipping whiskey from the bottle.

"She's eighteen. There are no minors on the track," I explain the simple truths, thinking over the information myself at this moment. Or, rather, the lack of it.

"Yeah? Well, good then. Because I have such huge plans for her," And as if to prove it, his hand goes to his groin and defiantly squeezes it.

Motherfucker. I'd rather not say anything. Let him dream, amateur dreamer.

"But Сash, she's so elusive" Sergio draws his eyebrows back up to the bridge of his nose, "When it looks like I'm about to fuck her, she evaporates. She slips through my fingers. But it's even cooler, you know?"

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