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I have to lean on him for support, the pleasure so intense that my knees threaten to buckle.
He moans against my pussy, the vibrations making my knees weak. I can barely keep myself up. Thank god there’s a wall behind me, or I would’ve collapsed onto the cold marble floor by now.
But I have to stay standing. I have to stay focused. This isn’t a moment for me to just let go and lose myself. I have to remain in control.
Viktor ups his game, making an already difficult task even harder. While he’s eating my pussy, he pushing his fingers up inside of me, curling them, and seeking out the spot that makes me whimper with pleasure. It feels like he already knows my body, inside and out, even though we’ve only known each other for a week.
How is he doing this?
I don’t want to think about it, the only thought in my mind the need to orgasm.
My hips roll forward, the pleasure becoming too much to bear, and I cum, moaning loudly, not caring if anyone is home or not. Electric pleasure runs up and down my legs, an a rush so powerful and all-encompassing moves through me, eclipsing the figure now standing in my peripheral vision.
Only once I start to come down do I recognize the woman at the other end of the hallway as Viktor’s maid, Lidia. She’s pretending not to notice, or perhaps she’s paid too much to care, but I’d rather not stay here if she’s going to be dusting the tops of paintings while Viktor brings out a very private side of me.
“We should take this to the bedroom,” I whisper, smoothing my hair back as Viktor looks up at me.
He looks over at Lidia and grins. “Right. That’s a good idea.”
Before I can say anything, he grabs my waist, hoisting me over his broad shoulder and walking confidently up the stairs. Hetakes them by threes, not bothered by the extra weight. To him, I might as well weigh nothing.
Once we get to his bedroom, he tosses me onto the bed.
I stare at him, watching as his muscular body towering over me. It looks like a sculptor took hours to chisel every muscle, making it look as perfect as it does. I’ve never seen a man this beautiful, but I don’t want to just stare at him. I want to touch him, feeling every inch of his tattooed skin.
His body is a work of art, and I want to appreciate it.
As Viktor unzips his pants, letting his cock free, I scramble towards the edge of the bed. My heart is beating in my ears as he strokes his cock, the size making me wonder how I even fit it inside last time. It’s not just the length, but the thickness of it that’s incredible. I’m intimidated by him all over again, but it also puts a flutter in my stomach that feels like having your first kiss.
My heart is beating in my chest as Viktor pulls me close, stroking his cock against my wet pussy. His precum drips onto my clit, his breathing heavy and eyes deep with lust. He’s teasing me now, making me wait so that he can get even with me for ordering him around. I know he enjoyed his face being pressed against my pussy, but he also likes to be the one in control.
It’s his turn to take the reins.
I don’t mind giving them up. I have no interest in being the dominant one in every encounter. In fact, it’s a bit of a relief to hand him the wheel and let him steer the ship. I can only pretend to be dominant for so long.
“Beg me for it,” Viktor says, his voice rough and deep. His accent is stronger when he’s horny.
“Please, Viktor,” I gasp, my back arching as he grinds against my pussy, the friction just enough to make me ache. “I need it. I need you,” I whisper, looking into his eyes and trying to convey that I mean something else.
It’s more than sex. More than the physicality of what we’re doing. I need him emotionally. I need him because he understands exactly what I desire and how to give it to me. I need him because he’s my rock, my safety, and he’s the first man that’s made me feel this alive.
Viktor slides into me, the feeling making me cry out in pleasure. The sensation of being filled by him is beyond words, and as his hands reach up, holding my hips in place as he starts to fuck me, the pleasure intensifies.
His cock is so thick that I feel like I’m at my limit, comfortably full in a way that’s so incredibly satisfying.
Our bodies move in sync, and every stroke of his cock inside of me feels better than the last.
I can’t stop moaning, my voice getting louder by the second. I can’t keep from gripping his sheets, pulling them off the bed, and begging for him to keep going. I’m a mess, but it doesn’t matter because it’s just the two of us.
He doesn’t care that I’m screaming his name, and I don’t care that we’re going to have to replace the sheets because I’ve soaked them with my juices. All that matters is how fucking good he feels inside of me, and I wish it would never end.
But I know it’s coming.
My orgasm is approaching, the pressure building in the pit of my stomach. It’s an electric, warm, and tingly sensation, like butterflies mixed with champagne bubbles.
I try to hold off as long as I can, but Viktor isn’t having it. He slows down his thrusts, his body moving slowly, but deeply. He’s fucking me so thoroughly that I can barely breathe, and before I know it, the pleasure overwhelms me.
I cum, screaming, and Viktor cums right after. He groans, his body trembling, and I feel him pumping his seed inside of me, filling me up with the promise of his babies.
