I chuckled softly. “Keep telling yourself that, sweet girl. We both know the truth.”
Then I drove into her, buryingmyself all the way inside her sweet pussy in one smooth, powerful thrust.
Her back arched, and her muscles clamped down. I could feel her clenching around me. It was a blissful, torturous agony and I couldn’t get enough.
“Viktor,” she cried, her body trembling uncontrollably.
“Shh,” I murmured, my lips brushing her ear. “Just feel. Just let me take care of you.”
I started to move then, a gentle, rocking rhythm that was meant to buildherpleasure gradually. I wanted to draw this out, to make this last, to push her to the very brink of her endurance and then some.
“You feel that?” I asked. “That’s how badly your body wants me. That’s how badly you need this.”
She didn’t answer, but her body did. Her hips rose to meet my thrusts. Her nails dug into my shoulders. Her mouth opened and a breathy moan escaped her.
I could feel the tension building in her again. Her body was becoming a bowstring, drawn tighter and tighter, waiting for the release that only I could give her.
“Don’t you dare fight it,” I commanded, my thrusts becoming harder, deeper. “Give it to me. All of it.”
I drove into her more quickly now, my hips slapping against her sore, sensitive skin with each thrust. The sounds were obscene, wet and rhythmic, and it was the most goddamn beautiful music I’d ever heard.
She broke.
A raw, ragged cry was torn from her throat. Her body convulsed in a violent, shuddering spasm that was pure, unadulterated ecstasy. I could see it written all over her face.
“That’s it,” I grunted, my own release building at the base of my spine. “That’s my girl. Come for me.”
Her pussy fluttered around my cock, milking me and pushing me closer to the edge.
This woman was going to make me come again.
I was lost in her, in the feel of her, in the sight of her. The pressure was a firestorm, a white-hot coil of need demanding release.
I leaned down, my forehead resting against hers, my breath ragged in her ear. “I’m going to fill this sweet little pussy again,kotenok,” I growled. “I’m going to make youmine.”
Her body was still trembling from the force of her climax, her limbs lax, her breath coming in soft, sated pants. She was boneless and pliant, a beautiful, broken thing. I loved her likethis. Loved the power I had over her, the trust she had given me, even if she didn’t know she was doing it.
My movements became more focused. I was chasing my own need now, using her body for my own release. I grasped her hip harder, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, sure to leave bruises.
She was so wet, so hot, so tight. Her inner muscles were still spasming around me and driving me insane. I could feel the pressure building at the base of my cock, beyond my control.
I needed to come again.
“Ah, fuck,” I grunted, my hips pistoning in a relentless, driving rhythm. “Katya… I’m going to…”
That’s when I felt it.
Not the soft scrape of her nails against my shoulders, the kind of sweet, stinging pain I was expecting. This was more than that. This was an intense, white-hot line of fire that erupted across the back of my shoulder.
I froze.
My breath caught in my throat, not from pain, but from sheer, unadulterated shock.
I slowly lifted my head, still buried deep inside her. I looked down at her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips parted, her expression one of intense concentration.
A slow, wicked grin spread across my face.
Yes.
