“Care to share what you’re doing here?” Katerina asks.
Nicole glares at me, then reaches into her bra, and my dick kind of resurrects from the ashes like a cheap phoenix.
A packet is nestled between her fingers. “I thought I would give you a condom so he doesn’t give you the STD he passed to me. Chlamydia. It’s nasty sh*t and we girls have to look out for each other.”
Katerina pales. I burst out laughing.
f*ck. This woman.
“Is this some sort of a twisted joke?” Katerina stares between Nicole’s poker face and my extremely amused one like a spectator in a tennis match.
“Want to see the results?” Nicole starts to lift her dress.
“Disgusting. Both of you.” Katerina glares at us and runs out of the room with a speed that cracks her heel.
Nicole makes a show of releasing the condom with a mic-drop motion. “Heard she has a big mouth. Have a nice life convincing anyone to touch your chlamydia dick, sir.”
“You’re too obsessed with my dick, did you know that?” I’m still smiling. “First, you suck it like a gorgeous slu*t, then you ride and touch it whenever it’s near you, and you can’t help looking when it’s not inside you. And now, you’re starting rumors about it. I’m guessing you still won’t say I had a small dick at my funeral, huh?”
“That plan is in motion, thank you very much.”
“Liar. You even brought the right condom size. Large.”
“Part of my job.”
“Passing out condoms?”
“Stopping my boss from polluting the world with his sperm.”
“Cum, Peaches. It’s called cum.” I wrap my fingers around her nape and pull her flush against me. “And you better be ready to choke on it after you co*ck-blocked me.”
“Moi?” She plays innocent even as her body quivers around mine.
My thumb finds her plump lips and I thrust inside. She darts her tongue around it, licking the sides and sucking on the single digit like it’s my co*ck.
Her eyes meet mine with a challenge mixed with a feral type of lust that turns me f*cking insane.
The Sleeping Beauty syndrome has released my dick from its clutches and he’s currently upgrading to Hulk status.
Nicole grabs my wrist with both hands and bobs her head up and down, making a show of sucking my damn thumb.
What are the chances of it magically switching places with the other part of my body that’s in dire need of her technique?
“Better stop that if you don’t want to be f*cked against the door.” I have the decency to sound casual, almost bored.
Nicole doesn’t take the bait, her eyes continuing to drill holes in my face and communicate something that should’ve been extinguished with the Nazis.
“Have you heard the part where I’ll f*ck you, door style, without the exclusive clause?”
She releases my thumb with a pop. “You can’t touch other people anyway. Katerina is probably blabbing about the chlamydia episode to anyone that will listen. So I guess you’re stuck with me.”
“And you’d let me touch you with a supposedly STD dick?”
“You already passed it to me, so it doesn’t matter. Consider it pro bono for old times’ sake.”
“Maybe you’re the one who passed it to me.”
“Says who?”
“My medical report and the condoms I’ve never f*cked without.”
“You f*cked me without a condom.”
“Slipped my mind.”
“You wouldn’t let an ant slip your mind… Oh my God, you were too rattled by me, weren’t you?”
“Sorry to break it to you, love, but you don’t have a golden puss*.”
“No, it’s better. Made of diamonds, hard enough that they penetrated your steel-like control. Did it hurt?”
“What?”
“Wanting me and denying it?”
“No more than your twisted version of jealousy.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“Oh, please. You just strapped an ‘I own you’ on me in front of Katerina and made sure she’ll talk about it.”
“I wouldn’t have had to go this far if you’d just said no other people. So I had to improvise and make it happen on my own. Now, you have no choice.”
I smirk and she stiffens. “Says who? I can always f*ck escorts.”
“You…you’d rather pay whor*s than be exclusive with me?”
“Escorts, and yes. I don’t want to accidentally cut myself on your diamond puss*.”
A tremble overtakes her locked jaw and moisture gathers in her eyes, flooding the green like a deadly hurricane.
“Why?” Her question is a haunted whisper as she closes her hand into a fist and hits me with it across the chest. “Why them and not me?” Hit. “Why is it never me?” Hit. “No matter what I do, you don’t look at me.” Hit. “I’m right in front of you, why can’t you see me?”
Hysteria.
Breakdown.
Meltdown.
I’ve witnessed it in the courtroom when someone reaches their limits and their mind collapses.
When it gets to be too much and the only way out is losing their sh*t.
I just never thought I’d see Nicole in such a position.
