His cock springs free. I palm his length. He’s thick and absolutely perfect.
“Use your mouth, Avelina. Let me see how deep you can take me,” he orders.
I hold his gaze as I lick over the head of his cock. He takes a sharp breath, his jaw tightening as his hand returns to my hair. He grips tightly to hold my hair back from my face. “I want to see every reaction on your face as I take your gorgeous throat.”
I take him deeper and deeper, moaning around his cock as he glides across my tongue and into my throat.
He tastes so good, feels so good. I love this. I love pleasing him. Knowing every groan that’s leaving his throat is for me and me alone.
I swallow him again and again, desperately taking him the way I need as he pants and tells me what a good girl I am. I’m drunk on his praise and the taste of him as he pushes my head down and gags me on his cock.
Just when I’m sure I’m going to push him over the edge, he pulls me off him.
I pant and lick my lips. “I didn’t get to finish you…”
“You will,” he promises. “And in a much better way.”
He drags my dress off me and spins me around so that I’m facing his desk. He pushes my knee onto the table. Stroking over my pussy, he shoves my lacy panties to one side and slides a thick finger inside me. “So damn pretty and so damn wet.”
“Someone might see us,” I say quickly, but he thrusts into me, gripping my hips to keep me in the position he wants.
“The only thing they’ll see is me making you mine.” And he groans as he sinks into me. Every perfect thick inch of him filling me as my lips part, a groan escaping me.
He grasps my hair again, pulling my head back against his chest so he can see my eyes as he fills me again and again, thrusting harder and faster as I moan and mewl for him.
He yanks down the cups of my bra, making my breasts bounce and tumble into his hands. And he roughly thumbs my hard nipples as they ache with need. “Stop thinking, Avelina. Just take every inch,” he growls.
His name slips between my lips as I arch back for him. He feels so good, and I just can’t get enough. I cry out with every sharp thrust of his hips. It feels like I’m melting into ecstasy itself.
Viktor’s hand collars my throat as he watches my face. His muscles tighten as he pounds his hips to fill me again and again, faster and faster, until the table knocks against the wall at its side.
“Viktor,” I beg. “Please, please...”
“You’re going to come, baby. I never settle for anything less than that,” he grits out.
His free hand snakes down my belly and massages over my clit as he pounds into me harder and faster, making me his.
Lips parted, my eyes meet his again. They’re an inferno, raging with impatience and pleasure as he chases our ecstasy. And I shudder as my pussy tightens around his thick cock. My eyes start to roll back. But I don’t want to miss his reaction, so I force myself to meet his gaze.
He lets out a sharp breath. “Come, Avelina. Come for menow!”
“I don’t want to be done. More, I want more,” I gasp.
“So greedy,” he pants. And he keeps slamming into me, the sound of his skin slapping against me echoing in the room as he pounds into me, proving with each sharp thrust that I belong to him.
I’m his, and I love it.
But I can’t hold out. Even though I want to, I just...
“Come!” he commands.
He pinches my clit as he jackhammers into me.
And it pushes me over the edge and into an orgasm that threatens to drag me into unconsciousness.
I let out a strangled cry, the most I can give after such a thorough fucking.
My legs and pussy still quivering with aftershocks, he pumps deep inside of me, grunting with each spurt of his seed.
