He kissed me again, the taste of my sex faint on his lips. While he kissed me, his ran his hands down my body, parting my legs with his knee. He shifted so his body lay thick between my legs, his cock against my entrance. I trembled, looking at him. My stomach tightened, and I swallowed hard.
“I’ll be gentle, Malen kiy,” Viktor promised in a low voice.
I believed him. I trusted him. He was virtually a stranger, and I was at my most vulnerable. But for some reason, I trusted him with my body and with my life.
I nodded, smiling. Viktor planted another kiss on my lips before he started pushing into me. I gasped, feeling him stretch my body. I opened my legs wider, and he slowly gave me inch after glorious inch.
It didn’t hurt like I expected it to. My arousal had eased his way. When Viktor was buried inside me, almost to the hilt, he paused. I shivered around him.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You have no idea how incredible you feel.”
Viktor looked me in the eyes when he started moving his hips. He slid out of me, so achingly slowly, I wanted to cry out in frustration. I gasped when he nearly slipped out, only his head inside me. He stayed there, moving slowly, teasingly, only using the tip. I groaned in complaint, wrapping my legs around his waist and digging my heels into his ass to try to pull him into me again.
Viktor chuckled and resisted, watching my face.
“Please,” I moaned.
He gave me what I wanted, moving back into me, just as slowly, just as torturous. When he was buried in me again, he brushed a finger over my lips. I turned my head to the side and sucked his finger into my mouth.
Viktor groaned as he watched me suck his fingers. “You’re a surprise, Angel.”
All I could do was moan. I was beyond the ability to form coherent words.
He started moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of me, and I cried out. Viktor moved faster and faster, bucking his hips, and the speed created a new sensation of pleasure that threatened to swallow me whole. I moaned as he fucked me.
“Is this what you wanted, Malen kiy?” he asked.
I nodded, making mewling sounds in affirmation as he continued to plunge into me. His hips bucked against mine, his balls slapping against my ass. Viktor held himself above my body, his arms thick and strong on either side of my head, and I cried out as he pounded into me, his thick cock plunging deeper and deeper.
Another orgasm was building. It started at my core, growing bigger and bigger. My body grew hot, my muscles trembled with the pending pleasure, and when I came, it washed over me. I came undone at the seams as I screamed his name, my muscles contracting, clamping down around Viktor’s cock.
He grunted, dropped to an elbow, and ran his fingers through my hair. His caress was gentle, affectionate, and I wondered at how loving he was when we were doing something so incredibly carnal.
Viktor suddenly pulled out of me, and I gasped, moaning in protest.
“Turn around, Angel,” he ordered.
I pushed myself up, my body numb after two orgasms. I stood on my knees and shifted, turning around. Viktor wrapped a thick arm around me and kissed me on my neck. He cupped my breast and tweaked my nipple while he sucked and nibbled on the skin of my neck. He ground his slick cock against my ass, and I gasped and moaned. With his other hand, he kneaded my ass cheek. He moved his hand around my body and between my legs. I moaned when he found my clit and fingered me again.
“You will only ever be this wet for me, kitn,” he said. I shivered, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re mine, Angel. Only mine.”
I gasped at his possessiveness. This stranger was telling me that no man would ever have me again. That I was his and his alone. Forever. I should have been frightened by those words, but instead I was incredibly aroused. In that moment, I knew the truth of it. I would only ever be his. No one would compare to him.
Viktor gently pushed me forward, sliding his hand over my chest and onto my back. He found my entrance and pushed into me again. I cried out when he did, his size a new challenge from behind.
“You’re perfect from every angle,” Viktor said, his hands wrapped around my hips.
When he was buried inside me, he paused a moment to let me adjust to him before he started moving again, pulling out of me and pushing back in. He didn’t move as slowly as he had before. His pace was fast, his balls against my clit with every thrust, and it was incredible.
Viktor fucked me harder until I cried out. My arms collapsed, and I lowered my chest to the mattress, my ass pointing in the air. Viktor grunted, running his hands over my back. He pushed one hand into my hair and grabbed a fistful, enough so that it was just this side of pain. I was riddled with pleasure. He pulled and I lifted my body, arching my back. He pulled my head backward and fucked me, holding me suspended in the air. My breasts pushed outward, and his other hand came around to grab one, tugging at my nipple.
I cried out and moaned.
Viktor let go of my hair, and I fell to the mattress again. He leaned forward, his large body curling over mine, and he bucked his hips as he kissed my cheek. I turned my head and my lips found his. I was close to another orgasm, could feel it building. But I wanted to face him when I came.
“I want to be on top of you,” I said in a husky voice.
Viktor pulled out of me. He lay on the bed, and I clambered over him, straddling his legs. He put his hands on my hips and lowered my body. I grabbed his cock with my hand and guided him to my entrance. When I sank onto his huge cock, he groaned and I moaned in unison.
I sat down on him, trembling when he was inside me, feeling him fill me up. I was so fucking full.
“Fuck, Angel, you’re so perfect.”
I moved my hips, experimenting with the feel and size of him. Slowly, I started riding him, sliding up and down on his cock. He was so big. I didn’t pull back more than half of his size before I rocked back onto him, but the way his brows knit together, and he clenched his jaw told me he liked what I was doing.
His fingers dug into my hips as I started fucking him harder, riding him like there was no tomorrow.
“God, kitn, you’re going to push me over the edge.”
“Come for me, Viktor,” I breathed.
“Fuck!” He ground his teeth, holding back.
I wanted him to come, though. I wanted him to experience pleasure like he’d given me. I wanted to be the one to give it to him. There was something intoxicating about knowing that I could do this to him, that I could make him lose himself the way he did with me.
I rocked harder and faster. My knees rubbed against the sheets under us, and my breasts swung back and forth as I rode him. Viktor bit out curse words, and with his hands on my thighs, he rocked me back and forth harder and faster than I could do myself.
I was on the verge of my own orgasm. My clit had been rubbing against his pubic bone, and he was buried so deep he hit all the right spots, dragging me back to the edge of no return.
When I screamed, the orgasm suddenly ripping through me, Viktor bellowed and pulled me tightly against him, jerking his hips up, pushing into me as deep as he would go. I felt his cock pulsate as he released inside me, and I cried out as my own orgasm rolled over me, the pleasure rocking through the us simultaneously.
I collapsed on Viktor’s chest, and he rolled his hips under me, riding out the orgasm with me. It felt like it lasted forever. The pleasure just kept coming until I lay trembling on his chest. Viktor grunted and ran his hands over my back. He was still buried inside me, still hard.