Pretty Sinner (The Oligarchs)

Instead, I swiped my card. The lock clicked and I pushed the handle down, holding it there. I waited, breathless.

The music continued. Another thump, another soft moan.

They didn’t hear it.

I cracked open the door, slipped inside, and closed it behind me.

The dorm rooms were set up with a closet and bathroom on the right, a short hallway, then the main living space. They were small thanks to the private showers, and I couldn’t see her bed from my vantage point. The lights were off, and they must not have noticed the shadows from the hallway.

Too busy with other things.

I crept forward. I left my backpack outside of the bathroom door then crawled to the end of my bed.

It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust.

I heard them before I saw.

Penny’s moans, soft and husky. Kaspar’s voice, insistent, low, masculine. He whispered in her ears, something dirty. “You taste like heaven. My cock’s been hard for you for weeks.” I felt a strange tingle between my legs as I struggled to keep my breathing quiet.

I peeked up and stared.

Penny was on top of him. She was topless, naked. So was he. She moved her hips, riding him, back and forth, the long, lean lines of her back beautiful in the soft light from outside. Her skin was smooth and perfect, and though I’d seen that back a hundred times, I’d never been more attracted to her as her hips ground back and forth.

Kaspar’s hands clutched her round ass. The sheets fell away as she leaned forward, hair spilling around him. His thick cock slid in and out, and her pussy glistened, slick and gorgeous.

I slid my hand down the front of my jeans.

What the hell was wrong with me?

This was sick. I planned on killing that girl. I hated that boy.

And yet I wanted her. God, I’d wanted her since the moment I saw her. Those lips, those breasts. Kaspar kissed her, slapped her ass hard, squeezed. She moaned then leaned back, staring up at the ceiling, hair spilling down her shoulders.

Her breasts shook and trembled with each motion of her hips. Her nipples were pink and pointed, her breasts large and round and gorgeous. I rubbed myself, my pussy soaked, and it took all my willpower not to moan. I doubted they’d hear me anyway—she was riding him faster, the bed creaking slightly, both of them panting.

Kaspar whispered. I couldn’t hear him. I didn’t care. I was transfixed on Penny. Her hips, her hands pressed on his muscular chest, her ass grinding on his cock. I slid my fingers inside of myself, fucking my pussy, not sure what I was pretending, maybe picturing myself between them, Kaspar’s cock taking me from behind while I licked and sucked Penny’s cunt. She’d taste like heaven, her moans like honey, her skin cotton-soft.

Sweat dripped down her skin. She cried out as Kaspar fucked her, gripping her hips, taking her harder. She pressed her breasts together with her elbows and she was glorious, glowing and perfect, shaking and trembling with pleasure, and I rubbed my clit faster, faster, as she climaxed in an ocean spray of moans.

Kaspar brought her down, but he wasn’t finished with her.

God, no, he wasn’t done.

She lay silken and lovely on her back. He licked her, lapping her up, teasing her. She laughed, moaned. “I don’t think I can do it again,” she whispered.

She was wrong.

“You’ll give me what I want,” Kaspar said, staring up as he slid two fingers inside. I had to bite down on my thumb to keep from screaming out with pleasure.

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

He kissed her, turned her around, palmed her breasts, and slid himself in from behind.

She was lithe and incredible. He fucked her rough, his strong hands gripping her hips, spanking her ass, pulling her hair. He wanted to destroy her—I could see it in the way he palmed her breasts and bit her shoulder and slayed her with his long, thick cock, the biggest cock I’d ever seen in my life.

But it wasn’t only about wrecking beautiful Penny. There was something else behind his motions. Lust, desire, yes, but he cared about her too. He wanted to give her pleasure, as much pleasure as he got, maybe more. He pushed her down, fucked her, whispered filthy, sweet words in her ears, then rubbed her clit, taking her faster, faster.

They fucked like that for minutes, hours, weeks. I didn’t know and didn’t care. I couldn’t stop watching. Kaspar, handsome and masculine, and Penny, little petite lovely Penny. They were exquisite together, and I rubbed my clit faster, faster, pleasure peaking as Kaspar took Penny harder, rougher, their moans getting louder until Penny came again, and my own orgasm took me, heady and incredible, an explosion all along my spine, and I fell back against the wall, going perfectly still, out of sight of the bed but they must’ve heard something, because their moans stopped.