Lumberjacked (A Holiday Lumberjack Mountain Man Romance) - K.C. Crowne Page 0,33
me to what, Angel? Tell me. Tell me how much you need me to take you.”
I curled on the bed, squirming as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. He pressed a thumb against my clit, rubbing it in circles while he wiggled his fingers inside me, shifting the sensation of pleasure from inside to my clit. I moaned and gasped.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” Viktor murmured. His eyes were on my face, his lips parted, and an expression of pure lust was painted across his features.
The orgasm built inside me. I was like a cup filling with hot water. It rose and rose until it reached the top and spilled over. I cried out as an orgasm crashed into me. I bucked my hips against Viktor’s hand, coming into his palm, coating his fingers with my juices.
“What do you want, Angel?” Viktor asked again.
“I want you to fuck me,” I pleaded. “Please, Viktor. I want you inside me.”
Viktor growled at the back of his throat and crawled over me, removing his fingers. He kissed me, his hand on my cheek, and my scent swirled around us both. Viktor broke the kiss, his lips fractions from mine. He drew his fingers across my lips, letting me taste myself.
“This is what you give me, kitn,” he said. He put his fingers in his mouth and sucked. “You are my drug.”
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.