“They smelled like you. They touched your pussy. The pussy that belonged to me, but I wasn’t allowed near. So, I stole your panties, and I wrapped them around my cock as I jerked off to images of you splayed beneath me.”
My breath hitched as I convulsed around him.
“You like that? You like hearing how filthy I got your panties? How desperate I was for you?”
“Y-yes,” I moaned softly, the tips of my fingers slipping past the waistband of his low-slung sweats.
Severin hissed when I wrapped my hand around his hard cock and thrust into it slightly.
“I imagined how pink and wet you were. I tried to imagine how good you tasted as I made you come with my tongue over and over again.” Sava rolled his fingers inside me, reaching a spot I never could, and I gasped.
“Yes, yes…”
“And then I drenched them in my cum. I covered every inch of that lace, soaked them in my seed that was intended for you. And you know what?”
“What?”
“You’re going to come right here, right now for me. Then, I’ll fill you with my cum and you’ll put those filthy panties back on, making sure not one drop spills. You got it, malysh?”
It’s as if his words set off the orgasm in me and I’m clenching around his fingers; my toes curling from the intensity of my climax as he draws it out of me beat by beat.
Sava’s guttural growl filled my ears as he lifted me up with his fingers still inside me and carried me back to the bedroom where he bent me over the bed and fucked until his seed was deep inside and my purple panties sealing it inside as he said.
I’m not allowed to clean it off until Sava says so, and I find dirty, hot pleasure in that.
When we finally come back into the kitchen while Emett’s still in the game room.
Thank God.
“You didn’t even give me the chance to ask how you’re doing today?” I tell Severin as he sets a mug of fresh coffee in front of me. “I’m supposed to be doing that for you,” I mumble.
“I’m doing fine. It’s not my first rodeo, Lychik. Now, drink your coffee with my fancy toast so we can get going.”
“Going where?” I frown.
“To Iris Lake, where else? I’m sure Betsy needs to go home by now.”
My lips part. “Um, you don’t have to go there. Your life is here.”
Immediately, Severin shoots me a glare.
“My life is where you and Emett are. So, finish your breakfast and let’s hit the road.”
I close my mouth and with a stupid smile on my face I do as I’m told.
I know things are too good to be true, but I’m enjoying it, nonetheless.
24
Hold on a little longer
Aurora
Thecloudsabovehoverover us as we drive through the fast-approaching storm.
“I have a bad feeling,” I say to no one specific. It’s just a feeling that’s been nagging at me since we left Boston and my foot presses down on gas slightly harder.
“Lychik, I already told you, I’m fine with taking the couch.”
