She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother - Chapter 358: A Messy Rivalry
Chapter 358: A Messy Rivalry
The air in the hidden row grew heavy, the scent of ancient parchment and dust mixing with the sudden, sharp heat radiating from the two girls on the floor.
“You’re the only one who knows how to use it to ruin us, Sir,” Madison whispered.
She didn’t look away, her gaze locked onto his with a frightening level of transparency as her hand finally closed around him.
The moment her palm met the heat of his skin… thick, rock-solid, and pulsating with a slow, predatory rhythm… a broken, helpless moan escaped her throat.
“Umhh…” Her eyes fluttered shut, her head falling back as if the sheer tactile reality of him was enough to short-circuit her brain.
Her fingers tightened, tracing the warm, prominent veins.
“Just the touch of it… it makes me feel alive again.”
She opened her eyes, looking up at him through her lashes, watching for any flicker of reaction as she began to move her hand with a slow, agonizingly deliberate friction.
Alex looked down at them, his expression a mask of cold amusement.
He could feel the frantic beating of their hearts against his legs, a physical manifestation of the power he held. But the clock was ticking; the library was a fortress of risk, and he had no intention of playing the gentle lover.
His smirk sharpened into something more lethal.
He reached down, his fingers entwining deep into their hair, and with a sudden, forceful tug, he yanked Madison’s head forward.
“Enough talk,” he commanded, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that seemed to command the very air in the archives. “Open that greedy mouth. Show me exactly how bad you need it.”
Madison didn’t flinch at the roughness; she craved it.
She obeyed without a heartbeat of hesitation, her lips parting as she leaned into the darkness of his shadow, her eyes fixed on his in a final, wordless vow of total surrender.
Madison didn’t rush. She moved with a slow, worshipful precision that was more intoxicating than any frantic movement.
She leaned in, her tongue darting out to coat him with agonizing slowness, tracing every prominent vein from the base to the tip until he was slick and glistening under the pale library light.
She looked up at Alex one last time, her eyes wide and glassy with a total, unreserved surrender, before her lips finally parted.
She took him in by degrees. The sheer size of him forced a sharp, involuntary whimper from the back of her throat, and as he reached the sensitive depth of her throat.
”Ghk—glrk!” She gagged… a raw, visceral sound that echoed through the empty shelves.
But she didn’t recoil. Instead, she gripped his thighs, her knuckles turning white as she forced herself to accommodate him, her eyes watering but never leaving his.
Emma watched from the side, her breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches.
The sight of her friend being so thoroughly claimed… the rhythmic, wet sounds and the way Madison’s throat worked to take every inch… was a sensory overload. Emma could feel herself leaking, the friction of her expensive skirt against her thighs becoming unbearable.
The jealousy and the craving snapped something inside her.
“Deeper, Madi,” Emma hissed, her voice a jagged whisper. “Don’t just hold it. Take it all for him.”
Emma reached out, her hand tangling in the back of Madison’s hair. With a sudden, forceful pressure, she began to guide Madison’s head, pressing her down with a ruthless intent.
Madison let out a muffled, frantic moan, her eyes rolling back as she was forced onto the hilt.
”Ghk—glrk!”
She gagged hard, her body convulsing slightly against the intrusion, and she had to pull back for a desperate second to catch her breath, a thin trail of saliva connecting her to him.
She looked up, her face flushed a deep, bruising red, her chest heaving. But there was no complaint in her expression… only a feverish, competitive drive to prove she could handle whatever Alex or the situation demanded.
Without waiting for a command, she surged forward again, reclaiming him with a renewed, desperate hunger that made Alex let out a low, guttural groan of approval.
He leaned his head back against the Historical Law volumes, his fingers digging into the girls’ shoulders as he felt the walls of his control beginning to fray.
“Good girl,” Alex murmured, his voice like a low vibration of thunder in the small space. “You’re learning exactly what you’re built for.”
That was the breaking point. The praise… the idea that Madison was winning the race for his favor… hit Emma like a physical blow.
She couldn’t play the observer for another second. Her breath hitched, her pupils blowing out until her eyes were nothing but black voids of craving.
With a sudden, feline snarl, Emma reached out and shoved Madison aside.
“Move,” Emma hissed, her voice a jagged blade of envy. “You’ve had your turn to play the saint, Madison. Let me show him what a real sinner looks like.”
Madison tumbled back, her breath hitching in a sob of pure frustration, her eyes stinging as she watched Emma’s desperate, starving grab for his attention.
Emma didn’t hesitate. She claimed him with a frantic, starving energy, her lips molding around him as if she were trying to swallow the very essence of his power.
She was different from Madison; where Madison was worshipful and slow, Emma was aggressive and hungry.
She used her tongue with a wicked, calculated friction, her eyes snapping up to Alex’s, pleading for the same look of approval he’d just given her friend.
“Am I… am I doing good, Sir?” she managed to gasp out as she momentarily pulled back, her face flushed a deep, feverish crimson. “Is it… is it better?”
Alex didn’t give her the easy satisfaction of a compliment. He simply looked down at her, his gaze heavy and demanding. He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw before hooking into her mouth, forcing it wider.
“Less talking, Emma,” he commanded, his voice dropping into a register that made her spine turn to water. “If you want to be better, show me. Don’t ask.”
The rejection of her words only fueled her fire. Emma let out a whimpering moan and buried herself back onto him, her movements becoming faster, more rhythmic, and far more desperate.
She was pushing herself to the limit, her hands gripping his thighs so hard her nails left crescent marks through the fabric.
Alex leaned his head back against the iron shelf, a low, guttural sound escaping his chest.
The competition in the shadows of the Hidden Shelves had reached a fever pitch.
Madison, unable to remain a spectator while Emma hogged his attention, crawled back into the fray with a starved intensity. She didn’t try to shove Emma away this time; instead, she worked around her, her lips finding any inch of exposed skin, kissing and licking the base of his shaft with a frantic, wet devotion.
The two girls were a blur of blonde and brunette silk, their hands tangling and pushing against one another as they fought for real estate.
The air was thick with the rhythmic, heavy sounds of their labor and the sharp, jagged breaths of two girls who had completely forgotten they were in a university library.
“Fuuuck,” Alex hissed, head thunking back against a shelf. Books creaked ominously behind him. Precum leaked steadily now, flooding Emma’s mouth until she coughed it up, white ropes splattering Madison’s upturned face.
“You two are gonna make me nut. Swallow every drop or I’ll bend you over and breed those sloppy cunts right here.”
The girls redoubled, mouths working in tandem… Emma throating deep while Madison sucked his balls, then switching, tongues tangling over the shaft in a messy, saliva-slick swordfight.
Hands everywhere: Madison jerking the base, Emma cupping his sack, rolling the orbs gently then squeezing.
Alex’s abs clenched, breath ragged, the pressure building like a freight train in his balls… heavy, aching, ready to unload.
Then, a sharp, electronic jarring cut through the carnal haze.
[Bzzz-zt… Bzzz-zt]
The phone was trapped in the folds of his discarded trousers bunched around his right ankle, and the vibration was a violent, buzzing intrusion against the sensitive skin of his lower leg.
Both girls froze instantly. Madison’s eyes went wide, her lips still wrapped around him, while Emma looked up with a start, her face flushed and her hair a chaotic mess. The sound of the notification felt dangerously loud in the hollow silence of the archives.
Alex didn’t move. He let the silence hang for a moment, his gaze shifting toward the corridor to ensure no one had heard the chime. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the device.
The glow of the screen illuminated his face, casting deep, sharp shadows across his features.
[1 New Message]
>”Where are you, Master? I’m getting really bored in here… I’m starving for you.”
