Viktor
I can’t get enough of her.
Not her soft, painful moans. Not her cries of pleasure.
Not her tight, stretched body gripping my cock like she was fucking made for me.
Not her sweet, wrecked whimpers as I push deeper inside her.
I need more.
I need everything.
I tear her away from the wall.
She gasps, legs weak, body trembling.
I catch her easily, flipping her into my lap, straddling me on the wide bench built into the shower.
She stares at me, wide-eyed, panting, fucking wrecked.
I drag my hands up her waist, over her ribs, cupping her perfect, heavy tits.
I groan, squeezing, feeling her soft weight fill my hands.
“Fuck, baby.”
Her breath hitches, her thighs clenching around me.
“…”
I cut her off with my mouth, claiming her in a deep, wet, filthy kiss.
Tongues tangling, breath hot, teeth nipping, biting, taking.
She moans into me, melting, submitting.
Exactly where she belongs.
I tilt my hips, thrusting up into her.
She gasps, breaking the kiss, fingers gripping my shoulders.
I drag my lips down her throat, over her collarbone, until I reach one perfect nipple.
Then I suck.
Hard.
She cries out, her back arching, pushing more into my mouth.
I growl, lapping, biting, tugging, rolling my tongue over the tight bud before moving to the other.
“You like that?”
She nods frantically, moaning loudly, her body shuddering.
I chuckle darkly against her skin, my cock pulsing inside her.
“You like it when I play with your tits?”
Her walls clench at my dirty talk, her breath stuttering. Fuck, she’s perfect. So fucking responsive. Taking every fucking thing I give her. Coming for me so beautifully. Taking pleasure in my darkness.
I grip her hips, guiding her to move.
“Ride me, baby.”
Marie whines with pleasure and exhaustion, her hands shaking as she presses against my chest for balance.
Slowly, hesitantly, she moves—lifting herself just an inch before sinking back down.
We both groan.
Her tight little body struggling to take me.
But she does. Because she was fucking made for this. For me.
I slide one hand up, collaring her throat, forcing her to meet my gaze.
Her eyes are heavy, glazed, lost in sensations.
I groan, tightening my hold just enough to make her feel it.
“Say it.”
She blinks, her kiss-swollen lips parting.
I thrust up hard, making her gasp.
“Say you belong to me.”
Her nails dig into my chest, her breath uneven.
She doesn’t answer.
I growl, gripping her ass, fucking up into her harder.
“Say it, Marie.”
She cries out, trembling, her eyes rolling back.
I groan, kissing her hard, swallowing her gasps.
I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, biting down before pulling away.
Then I whisper against her lips—
“I own you, baby. Every inch. Every hole. Every fucking moan. Say it.”
Her nails bite into my skin again.
Her walls contract.
Her breath shatters.
And finally—
She breaks.
“I belong to you.”