me.
“I want you to ache for me, Angel,” he murmured. “I want you to beg for a release, to beg for me to fuck you until you can’t beg anymore.”
God, I wanted it so badly. “Fuck me, Viktor,” I cried. “Fuck me hard. Please.”
He chuckled and started moving in and out of me harder and faster. His cock pushed all the way into me, reaching my end, his fingers playing with my clit. Just how I wanted him to.
The orgasm crashed over me in no time at all. I cried out as it broke, and my body tightened around his cock, squeezing him, my muscles contracting around him. He began to thrust with wild abandon. I cried out, the climax intensifying. My breasts slapped together as my body rocked back and forth, and the heat of the pleasure was so intense, my skin broke out in a thin sheen of sweat. The heat from the fire was far too hot now that our friction was generating more heat than was necessary for such a small cabin.
My arms started trembling, making it difficult to hold myself up, and I tilted forward, ass up, chest against the fur blanket, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket as the orgasm just kept rolling.
Viktor slowed down, and I finally started coming down from the sexual high he’d kept me on. When he pulled out of me, I collapsed sideways onto the fur. He crawled over me, planting kisses from my knees upward, onto my thighs, my hips, my stomach, my breasts. Finally, he kissed my mouth.
His cock was still hard, dragging across my thigh and hip, leaving a trail of our sex behind. He lay down behind me, curled a thick arm around my body, and his cock rested between my ass cheeks. He started moving against me, sliding his cock over my skin, and I gasped and sighed. He cupped my breast, crossing his arm over my chest. I arched my back, pushing myself against his cock.
Without much effort, he found my entrance again, and with a quick thrust, he pushed into me. I moaned, feeling him inside me, thick and hard, filling me up. He started moving and pushed his hand between my legs.
“Touch yourself, kitn,” he said, and when I moved my hand between my legs, his covered it with his.
His fingers were on mine as I rubbed my clit, and I loved it that we were doing it together. When I moved my fingers faster, pushing for my own release, Viktor stilled his hand on top of mine, letting me do my thing. He put his hand on my hip, the other hand on my opposite shoulder, and tilted my body forward. I cried out as he fucked me. I moaned, and when another orgasm rocked through me, I turned my head into the furs and called out Viktor’s name. He growled low in his throat in response.
I pulled away from him when it was over, rolling onto my back. I looked him in the eyes. I struggled to read his expression, but whatever he thought or felt, it was good.
Gently, I nudged his chest. Viktor rolled onto his back, and I mounted him, straddling his hips. His cock was harder, bobbing when he moved, and I guided him to my entrance, sinking onto him. He groaned when I did and ran his fingers through my hair.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
I smiled at him and started moving my hips, sliding up and down on him.
Viktor knew what he was doing, riding me the way he always did, holding out for so long. But this time, his cock grew harder inside me. He grunted and groaned, and by his breathing and the way he was gripping my hips, I knew he was close.
“Come for me, Viktor,” I panted, breathing hard as I rode him.
Viktor bit out a curse word, his abs tightening into delicious blocks, and he pumped into me. I moaned as I felt his dick spilling, and I loved the look of his face, riddled with pleasure.
After a moment, he grunted and relaxed, falling back onto the furs. I smiled, slipped off him, and lay down next to him. I wrapped my arm around his broad chest and felt it rise and fall as his breathing slowed and his heartbeat returned to normal.
He turned his head to me. “Come.”
“Where?”
He stood and held out his hand. I took it, and he helped me up. He led me through the bedroom and to the