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.
I put my hands on Viktor’s shoulders while I rocked my hips back and forth, moving my body so that his cock slid in and out of me.
“Yes, Malen kiy,” Viktor groaned, his brows knitting together, his lips parting. “You are so perfect.” He had his hands on my hips, guiding me, pulling me closer.
He dipped his head a little and sucked a nipple into his mouth while I rode him. I cried out, the sensation yet again heading toward orgasm. I rocked harder and faster, determined to make him come again. I didn’t know if I could; it didn’t seem possible that he could release inside me a second time.
But he was still hard and more than willing to go another round.
Viktor’s grunts and groans intensified, his voice