Viktor
She’s wrecked. Soft. Shaking. Her body limp against the sheets, her thighs still trembling, her slick cunt throbbing from my mouth.
And she’s not done. Not even fucking close.
I grab her. Rough, possessive, no hesitation.
She gasps as I haul her into my lap, her bare ass pressing against my cock, her warmth sinking into my skin.
She tries to catch her breath, to recover. I don’t let her. I drag my hands over her thighs, spreading them wider, forcing her open.
Her breath shudders.
Her pussy is soaking. Dripping. Swollen from my tongue.
And I’m going to make her take more.
I run my fingers through her slick folds, teasing, circling, not giving her what she needs just yet.
She whimpers.
Her hips shift, searching, desperate, needy.
I chuckle darkly against her ear.
“So fucking greedy, printsessa.”
She whines, gasping when I sink one thick finger inside her.
Fuck.
So fucking tight.
Her walls clench, pulse, struggle to take me.
I groan, pressing deeper, stretching her open.
Her head tips back.
Her fingers clutch my arms, thighs twitching.
And I know.
She’s not ready for my cock.
Not yet.
But she will be.
Because I’m going to get her ready.
I add another finger.
She moans, high-pitched, breathless.
Her pussy flutters, struggling, trying to take more.
I curl my fingers, pressing against a spot that makes her jolt.
Her body locks up.
A cry breaks from her lips.
I groan against her throat, sucking a bruise into her soft skin.
“That’s it, baby. Take it.”
She whimpers, her pussy gripping me, sucking my fingers deeper.
I push faster, harder, stretching her, preparing her.
She tries to move away, her body too sensitive, fucking overwhelmed.
I growl. Grip her hips. Hold her still.
“You need this.”
She gasps, shaking her head.
I bite her shoulder, forcing another cry from her throat.
“You need to learn how to take my fingers so you can take my fat cock, baby.”
Her breath shatters.
She bucks against my hand, chasing more.
And fuck—
I can’t wait anymore.
I flip her.
Laying her under me.
Press my thick, aching cock against her soaked, fluttering pussy.
And finally—
I take what’s mine.
Her breath catches.
Her tight little cunt stretches, resists, fights to take me.
I groan, sinking in deeper.
She’s so fucking tight.
So hot, wet, untouched.
So fucking mine.
Her fingers scramble at my shoulders, her lips parting on a helpless, overwhelmed moan.
I slide my hand up her throat, tilt her face to mine.
“Look at me.”
Her lashes flutter.
Her body shudders.
She looks at me.
And I drive all the way in.
She cries out, her nails biting into my skin.
Her walls clench, pulse, grip me so fucking tight I nearly lose my mind.
My jaw locks.
My body shakes.
I groan, panting against her lips. My tongue sliding inside her sweet mouth, drinking the taste of her.
Finally.
Finally fucking inside her.
I drag out slow.
Then slam back in.
She gasps, her body stretching, learning how to take me.
Her lips tremble against mine. Her sweet tongue darting out to meet mine.
Her eyes glaze.
I watch her.
Own her.
Wreck her.
I thrust harder.
Deeper.
Until she’s whimpering, sobbing, moaning my name like she was made to say it.
“That’s it, baby. Take my cock. Take what’s fucking yours.”
She does.
And she’ll never take another.
Because she’s mine. For fucking ever.