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“Shit.”
Getting up and coming back from the bathroom with my phone, I plugged it in on the nightstand and made sure my bedroom door was closed. It was all good on the home front, so I laid back down and turned off my bedside light. The room whooshed into darkness, but the street lamp across from the apartment filtered in a dim orange glow.
I couldn’t get comfortable, so I rolled onto my side, facing the window, the table right next to me. That table had a drawer. A private drawer that was primarily used when I couldn’t sleep or was especially pent up. Apparently, now was both.
“Maybe…it’ll help. Get him out of my head.”
Sighing because I’d already been going to do it, and now I was just trying to justify it, I reached down for the drawer and pulled the smallish box free from under a pile of strategically placed bottles of lotion and little-used lingerie.
Sneaking the box under the covers, I pulled open the flap that magnetically sealed it and pulled out the gift I’d gotten myself last year after spending way too much time on social media and falling into the hole of self-care videos. Pretty much every woman out there agreed that this, this one-on-one time with yourself, was a crucial part of “caring” for yourself.
The thing worked like a damn dream too.
Lying it next to me, I pulled down my underwear, my brain already going haywire with thoughts of those mismatched eyes looking up from between my legs. My “visitor” had been such a tall, intimidating man up close. Still, a dark, unfulfilled part of me wanted that—wanted the very obvious bad boy to take my body to new heights.
Slick spread across the inside of my things as I continued to imagine him, and when I tested the waters to see if I was ready for the toy, I found myself practically dripping at just the fantasies of him.
“Holy shit, Billie. You’re such a slut.”
Right now, I didn’t care, though. Right now, I wanted to imagine this thrusting little wonder was him. It cost an arm-and-a-leg, but it was the best one on the market that I’d found actually replicated the feeling of something sinking deep into my folds.
Closing my eyes, I slipped the head of…Pietor’s cock, yes, that’s what it was, and I slipped it between my slit, coating it in my arousal. He moved soft and slow, warming up my entrance before pressing himself home. I arched against the sensations, my walls clamping down around the shaft.
“Fuck, yes. Ugh.” My low, needy grunt turned into a hungry moan as the thrusting sunk deep into my core.
I let go, losing myself to the sensations and the mental images of Pietor pinning me down by the wrists and fucking me deep. Powerful, steady strokes inside me made my pleasure grow and grow, and I provided the matching sensation for the fantasy of Pietor squeezing my nipple and playing with my sensitive clit.
There’s no way a man like him would be gentle, and I adored that far too much. I wasn’t hooking up on the regular by any means, and whenever I did find a brief partner, they never provided what I’d been looking for.
Pietor would.
Those rough, strong hands of his would fling aside the things on my desk, shoving me on top and feasting on my pussy right there in the office. He’d clamp his hand around my mouth as he fucked me mercilessly, and I would entirely fall apart to his brutal skills.
My walls fluttered against the furious thrusting, a delicious suction working on my oversensitive clit. The flickering air stimulation was so fucking incredible, and my body burned hotter as it approached the edge of release.
Imagining Pietor naked, my mind gifted me with fantasies of how muscular he would be. It was clear the guy worked out. God, would he have those delicious lines leading down to his pelvis in a tantalizing V? He’d probably be hung, too. His thick cock would stretch my aching pussy until I came all around him.
“Oh, shit.”
I was so close, my body tensing, and I did everything I could to keep my legs spread wide. Arching against the bed, I made the thrusting sink deeper and deeper until I was at the very limits of my body.
“Fuck me, Pietor.”
Exploding, I came as soon as the words left my mouth, and it was incredible, even more so than I could usually count on from the toy that cost me well over a hundred dollars. My vision whited as I squeezed my eyes shut against the sensations, letting them be drawn out until I was gasping and had to stop.
As I caught my breath and pulled the toy free, I noticed the wet spot I’d left on the bed. Oh. Well, that was…real fucking good.
Slipping over to the other side of the bed, certainly much more tired now, I took everything to the bathroom to get cleaned up and let the vibrator air dry on my counter. I grabbed my undies and pulled them on before returning to bed and turning off my light. As I got comfy, I silently promised myself to wash the sheets the next morning.
Sleep was easy now, and I was lulled into comfortable relaxation as my warmed muscles sank into the mattress. The last conscious thought I entertained was the curiosity of what it would be really like to have sex with Pietor. Which wasn’t exactly a good thing.
I needed to be over all this now. Still, I was sure that in the morning, I’d be totally fine, and all thoughts of Pietor Vadim and his alluring mismatched eyes would be gone for good.
Chapter 6 - Pietor
The light in the apartment across from me turned off, and I knew Billie had fallen asleep. She’d briefly walked up to the window, and I watched hungrily as she stood there in her underwear. I had to know everything about this incredible fucking woman, and I wasn’t going to let her out of my sight. She was too fucking beautiful, and she had no place being involved in Emiliano’s bullshit.
“Night, night, Billie. Sweet dreams.”
