The first touch of his tongue against my clit was a jolt of pure electricity straight to my clit.My thighs clenched and I pulled my legs together as much as I was able to, but then he pinned them open even wider.My back arched off the bed, a jolt of pleasure surging straight to my core.
He didn’t tease. He didn’t hold back. He devoured me. His tongue was a wicked, clever instrument, lapping and circling, then flattening to press hard against my clit before dipping lower to taste my entrance. He was relentless, like a starving man at a feast, and I was the entire banquet. My body was a taut bowstring, vibrating with a tension so intense it was almost painful.
He slid two fingers inside me, curling them immediately to stroke that magical spot deep within. My mind shattered, thought dissolving into pure sensation as my orgasm crashed over me.
I hadn’t thought it was possible to come that hard again so soon, but I was very wrong. This one was different. Slower. Deeper. It was a long, rolling wave of bliss that started in my toes andcrested in my womb, leaving me a shaking,pantingmess in its wake.
He didn’t stop though. His tongue continued its assault, his fingers still stroking, drawing out my pleasure until I was begging him to stop in a series of breathless, incoherent pleas.
He finally lifted his head, his mouth glistening with my arousal, a look of dark satisfaction on his face. He crawled up my body and braced himself above me, his arms caging my head in. His erection was a hard, heavy pressure against my belly, and I gulped a little at the size of it.
“You look sobeautifulwhen you comefor me,” he growled, pressing his cock a bit harder against me, and my hips rocked against him just the slightest bit.
I couldn’t speak. I could only stare up at him, my chest heaving, my body a quivering, helpless mess. I was completely ruined, and he hadn’t even been inside me yet.
He lowered his head, his lips finding mine in a gentle kiss. I could taste myself on his lips, a musky, intimate flavor that sent another jolt of heat through me. He kissed me until my head was spinning, until I was aching for him all over again.
Then he pulled away, climbing off me and standing at the foot of the bed where I could see him clearly. He reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head in one fluid motion.
The sight of him stole my breath away. He was all hard muscle, tattoos, and tanned skin. His chest was broad and dusted with dark hair that narrowed to a happy trail disappearing into the waistband of his trousers. The muscles of his abdomen were a defined landscape. He was power personified and just the sight of him made my pussy clench.
My gaze dropped to the buckle of his belt. The soft metallic click as he undid it was loud in the quiet cabin. He slid the leather from the loops, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. Then he undid the button on his trousers and lowered the zipper.
He pushed the fabric of both pants and underwear down over his hips.
And I froze.
I couldn’t stop staring.
He was…immense.
He stepped out of his trousers and kicked them aside, standing before me completely naked and unashamed. His cock stood out from his body, long and thick and impossibly hard, the plum-sized darkened head beading and dripping with pre-cum.He was by far the largest of his already huge brothers and my pussy fluttered almost like it was nervous for what was to come.
My eyes were wide, fixed on him. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t breathe.
He saw the shift in my expressionand the edges of his lips turned up in amusement. He climbed back onto the bedbetween my bound, spread legs, likea panther stalking its prey. He crawled up my body, caging me in again.
He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. The warm puff of his breath sent a shiver down my spine.
“You thought thatlittlebrother joke was funny,” he murmured. His voice was all dark delight and menacing promise. “But my cock is going to leave you very,verysore, princess.”
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “I can take it,” I whispered, but it sounded weak even to me. I was trying to muster the bravado that had gotten me into this mess, but it was failing me in the face of the intimidating reality of the size of his cock.
He laughed, a rough, breathy sound that held no humor. “No, princess,” he corrected, his thumb stroking my cheek in a surprisingly tender gesture. “This is going to actually hurt. Do you know why?”
I shook my head, unable to speak, my eyes locked on his.
“Because I’m going to make sure it does,” he growled. “I’m going to make sure every inch of me is branded into you, so that every step you take tomorrow, every time you sit down, you’ll remember who stretched you so wide and pushed into you so deep, you thought you’d split in two. You’ll remember who claimed you. Not Viktor. Not Mikhail.Me.”
A terrifying thrill coursed through me.
He moved, settling himself between my spread legs. The broad head of his cock nudged against my entrance, and I gulped nervously.The sheer size of him was daunting.He was right. This was going to hurt. I was already so sensitive, so swollen from the two orgasms he’dalready forcedfrom me, and he hadn’t even pushed inside me yet.Another rush of arousal flooded my pussy.
For a moment, he just held himself there, a hard, unyielding presence against my most sensitive flesh. He braced himself on one arm, his other hand coming up to cup my breast, his thumb stroking the taut, aching peak.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I did. His eyes were burning with desire.
