For a while, the only sounds in the room were my cries and his grunts, and his cock sliding in and out of me. He moved away from the wall and back to the bed, resting his knee on the mattress first before laying me down. He moved inside me with slow strokes, his large muscular body hovering over mine, dominating, delicious, in and out, his eyes locked on mine.
“You’re mine, Angela,” he said as he thrust deep into me. “All of this is mine. Do you understand?”
I moaned and nodded, my words incoherent when I tried to speak.
“Can you feel the way my body fits inside yours?”
I moaned again. His strokes were deliciously slow, and I could feel an orgasm building inside me, coaxed into being with his slow thrusts, kindled to life like a fire. My skin was hot and I felt feverish, trembling with anticipation of what was to come.
“The sounds you make get me so hard,” Viktor said when I moaned again. “You feel so good, kitn.”
He kept talking as he thrust into me. My body quaked, the orgasm pushing closer and closer, and I made noises I didn’t know I could make.
“That’s it, Angel,” Viktor said in his thick Russian accent, and holy shit, it was hot as hell. “Come for me.”
I cried out as the orgasm spread through me, starting from my core and washing into the rest of my body. Viktor grunted and started fucking me harder.
“Tell me how much you love it when I fuck you,” he said in a gruff voice. He thrust into me harder and harder, my body moving on the mattress, my breasts bouncing back and forth. “You look so fucking beautiful right now.”
My eyes slipped closed, but I opened them so I could watch him.
“Tell me, Angel,” he said. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to come inside me,” I gasped.
Viktor gave a throaty chuckle, his eyes dark and drowning deep. “Good girl, Malen kiy.”
He set a relentless pace, his cock slamming into me, pounding against my cervix, and I cried out as he pounded into me. Viktor’s face was riddled with concentration, his muscular shoulders ripped with the strength of holding himself up. I ran my hands over his shoulders and dug my fingers into his skin when he fucked me harder still. I clung onto him, holding on for dear life.
I could feel him heading for his own release. He gritted his teeth, and he moved harder and deeper as if he’d found yet another gear. His cock grew harder inside me, and he plunged deep, his cock twitching as he released. He filled me and I cried out, feeling every pulse. It brought back an echo of my own orgasm, and Viktor grunted and moaned on top of me as he came.
When he slowed down, his orgasm over, he slowly pulled out of me, still hard.
“Turn around, kitn,” he grunted.
I remembered how hard he had stayed last time, and a thrill passed through me as I rolled onto my hands and knees. Viktor put his hands on my hips and thrust into me again. I cried out, sheer pleasure the only thing I could feel.
“Your ass is perfect,” he said, kneading my cheeks while he pushed into me.
He paused for just a moment, sliding his thumb into my wetness, and dragged his thumb up to my asshole. Slowly, he started moving his cock inside me again, circling my asshole with his thumb. I whimpered, the sensation incredible, pushing me into another level of ecstasy.
He didn’t do any more than that. He only pushed his thumb against my second entrance while he slowly slid his cock in and out of me, and it made me shiver with a sense of yet another orgasm rising inside of me.
How was he doing this to me? With him, the pleasure never stopped. He could keep fucking me forever, and I would keep coming for him.
He picked up his pace again, and the pressure of his thumb against my asshole created new feelings, new heights of ecstasy.
“Don’t come until I tell you to,” he ordered.
I was on the verge; trying not to orgasm was the opposite of what I had been doing. I wanted to fall apart so badly; I wanted the pleasure rushing over me.
“Not yet, kitn,” Viktor said.
“I don’t think I can,” I whimpered. I was so fucking close, my body was shaking.
Viktor stopped thrusting, his cock filling me up without moving.
“Don’t stop,” I complained.
“Don’t come,” he countered.
I swallowed and nodded, looking over my shoulder. He ran his hand over my back and into my hair, caressing me, looking at me with a level of affection that should have scared me for how little we really knew each other. But for some reason, it didn’t scare me at all. When he looked at me like that, his face a combination of lust and something deeper, it made me feel warm. Hot. It made me want him to keep thrusting.
When he was sure I had my orgasm under control, he started moving inside of me again. I concentrated on keeping it together, desperately trying not to let go. As if he was set on torturing me, Viktor moved his hand from my ass around to my clit and pushed his fingers against it, rubbing it in quick circles.
“Please, Viktor,” I moaned when the sensation was too overwhelming for me to stop the pleasure.
“What do you want, Angel?”
I moaned, trembling as I fought the orgasm.
“Tell me what you want, Malen kiy,” Viktor said.
“I want to come,” I whimpered.
“I can’t hear you.”
I could hear he was smiling and knew he’d heard me just fine. “Please, let me come.”
Viktor leaned over me, leaning on one hand close to my shoulder, his chest almost against my back. “Come for me, Angel,” he whispered hoarsely in my ear, his fingers on my clit moving faster, his cock pumping into me.
I let go, the orgasm crashing down on me. I screamed in ecstasy. Viktor chuckled again, enjoying it all, and he pushed back up onto his knees, fucking me harder than ever. My breasts swung back and forth, his balls slapped against my clit, which only intensified the orgasm until I felt like the world was drowned in the fire that spread through me and nothing remained but me and Viktor and the feeling he was creating inside me.
I collapsed on the mattress. Viktor leaned over me, still inside me, and kept going. I lay on my stomach, my ass perched in the air, and I moaned and cried out as he pushed me into the mattress.
Viktor kissed and nuzzled my neck, slowing his thrusting until he all but laid on top of me.
“You’re incredible, my Angel,” he murmured to me. He slid out of me and his cock was slick and hard between my ass cheeks.
“I want you to come for me again, the same way I came for you.”
Viktor’s eyes darkened and he pushed up, moving off me. He took my hand and pulled me to him so that I understood what he wanted. He sat on the mattress, his back against the wall, and I climbed onto him. My sex was raw, sensitive with the continued friction, and my clit was swollen and red with the extended attention. But he had awoken a sexual need in me that I hadn’t known existed, and I wanted to keep doing this. I wanted him inside me again.
I sank down onto his cock, moaning and gasping not only at the feel of his size pushing into me, but how sensitive I had become. I moved back and forth, testing, feeling.
The sensation of him inside me trumped any sensitivity I might feel, and I started rocking my hips back and forth. I wanted him to fill me another time. My pussy was already a slick, wet mess after he had emptied himself before, but I wanted more. I wanted all of him. I had an animalistic need that wanted him to mark me so that I was his in a way that was purely carnal. I had no idea where it came from, but I wanted it, and I couldn’t help myself.