wanted to get his dick in her mouth, then he was up for that. Whatever she wanted.
She’d been timid the night before—at first. And then it was like she remembered what sex could feel like when it was good, and the woman was fucking insatiable. He was all too happy to be the one feeding into that desire of hers.
He couldn’t fuck her enough.
Couldn’t get enough of her.
The feeling of her.
Her taste.
The way she smelled.
All of her.
It drove him crazy.
“Fuck,” Pav growled into his hands, doing his very best to keep them to himself as her tongue teased the head of his dick. He was positive she wouldn’t react well right then, if he grabbed onto her hair and worked her mouth against his dick. In fact, he knew she wouldn’t. Another time maybe, but not today. “You’re going to make me—”
She came up from his cock, then, her mouth releasing him from that wet, hot heaven. He didn’t know whether to be annoyed or glad for it, as she crawled up his body like a cat that had gotten her bowl of milk. Finally, he felt like he could touch her, too. He let his hands drift over her naked sides, up to her breasts where he tweaked her hardened nipples with his forefingers and thumbs.
She sighed.
A happy, sweet sound.
Yeah, just like a pleased cat.
He knew she had claws, too, though.
Viktoria’s eyes, hazy with lust and need, found his as she bent down for a kiss. It was slow and burning. It had his dick growing harder, until it was almost painful as she sat down in his lap. There was no shame in this woman as she grinded on his cock—her wet pussy gliding in the best way along his length as she moved her hips back and forth.
“Morning,” she whispered against his lips.
Pav grinned, and his hands found her hips to grip tight. “A very good morning.”
“It soon will be.”
He let go of her hip just long enough to reach for the newly opened box of condoms in the bedside stand. Once he had that foil packet in his hands, he passed it over to her. She seemed to like putting the condom on him, or it could be that it gave her a little more control.
He didn’t know.
Or care.
As long as she wanted it, he would give it.
Viktoria’s movements were quick, then. She was fast to put that condom on him, shift higher so she could reach between her thighs, place his cock where she wanted him, and then she was lowering down. Her cunt hugged him tight going down—he swore he could feel her fucking heartbeat thrumming against the walls of her sex as she seated on his cock.
He had the greatest urge to thread his fingers into her hair, pull her down so he could kiss her, and let her ride him crazy. So, he did just that, testing the waters by tangling his fingers into the ends of her hair first, just to see what she might do.
A shift of her hips.
The parting of her lips.
The soft sound that came out of her mouth.
Those eyes of hers …
It all spelled good things to him.
He got her just the way he wanted her—hands tight in her hair, lips bruising against his with a hard kiss, and her body working fast against his to push them both over the edge. His hand slipped around her hip to her ass, and all it took was one of his fingers pushing into her ass to match the pace of her riding him to make her come.
She looked godly like that.
An angel.
High off him and breathless. Spun, her gaze wild, and her swollen lips still wet from sucking on his dick. It got him off just watching her come, and that was shocking to him in a way. Not that he minded. He spilled all too fast into latex, but he held her tight to his dick, getting as deep as he could go when he finally did come.
“Jesus Christ,” he grunted against her lips.
Viktoria laughed lightly. “Told you the morning would get better, but now I feel sticky.”
He didn’t mind that, either.
He loved how wet she got.
That her arousal turned creamy the harder she was fucked, and the more turned on she became. She could coat him in that, and he’d be in fucking heaven.
Like right now.
“Let me get a cloth for you,” he said.
She nodded and rolled off him. He didn’t want to move at all,