He reached out and smoothed his hands over her chest, and she tried to control her breathing, the pleasure already mounting.
“How turned on are you, Karina?” he asked in a low voice.
“Really turned on.”
“Is your cunt wet?”
She nodded, not trusting her voice.
He squeezed her breasts more roughly, and a gasp left her. The discomfort was immediately replaced by a pleasure that shocked her.
Viktor grinned, but it was a little ruthless in appearance. “Tell me where you want my cock,” he said in a deep, sandpapery growl.
She licked her lips and dug her nails into the flesh of his thighs.
“In my pussy.”
He made this gruff noise. “Where else?”
“In my mouth,” she said softer.
“Anywhere else, baby?”
A moment of silence stretched between them. She still didn’t respond.
“How about in that nice, big ass of yours?”
Her pulse raced at his words. “If that’s where you’d like to fuck me.” God, where did that come from?
“You know exactly what to say to have me nearly coming right now, Karina.” He removed his hands from her breasts, but instead of letting her do what he wanted, he slipped his hand right between her thighs. Viktor spread her pussy lips with his fingers, smearing her cream around and having her dig her nails even further into his flesh.
He continued to run the pads of his fingers through her folds, not speaking, not even showing emotion. She was already on the verge of coming, and holding still for his ministrations was damn hard.
He pulled his fingers away, the digits glossy with her arousal. Viktor brought them to his mouth, his eyes locked on hers, and licked them clean. Before she could even comprehend anything, he had her pulled close to him, had his lips latched on to hers, and fucked her mouth like she knew he’d be doing to her pussy.
She braced her hands on the bed to steady herself, to take his erotic onslaught. She wanted more, so much more that she was drowning in it.
The way he mouth-fucked her, pushing his tongue between her lips, moving it along hers and mixing her taste with his, was enough to make her drunk. He groaned deeply, a sound so masculine and arousing she felt a fresh gush of moisture leave her pussy.
“Suck my dick,” he said against her mouth, pulling away and looking down at her.
Reaching out and running her fingers along the straining length of his cock, she wrapped her hand around the impressive girth. He was hot and hard, and the moment she wrapped her fingers fully around him, he grunted in pleasure.
“That’s it, Karina. Give it a nice squeeze.”
She did as he said, adding pressure and feeling his shaft jerk in her grip.
“You see how hard you make me?” His eyes were half-lidded, his voice rough like sandpaper.
She nodded and licked her lips.
“I’m hard like this only for you, baby.”
Leaning forward, she parted her lips, needing to have his dick in her mouth. He slid his hand along her cheek and gripped her, forcing her to look at him.
“Suck. My. Dick.”
Her heart skipped a beat at his demanding tone. She needed to stop thinking about this and just do it.
“I want your pretty pink lips stretched wide around my dick, and I want you sucking on me until I come down the back of your throat.” He slid his hand in her hair, wound the strands in his fist, and yanked her forward until the tip of his cock brushed her bottom lip.
Karina parted her lips and took the crown of him into her mouth without any more hesitation. Instantly the salty flavor of his cum exploded on her tongue.
He was smooth yet hard like steel. A soft sound escaped her, a noise she would have never been able to hold back even if she’d tried. Karina was too worked up, too hot and wet for this man. The sooner she sucked him off, the sooner he’d fuck her and put out this inferno inside of her.
“Yeah.” He grunted that lone word out and tightened his hold on her hair. “Suck my fucking cock like you’re greedy for my cum.”
The longer she had his cock in her mouth, the more she wanted to have him touching her, kissing her... fucking her. She wanted his fingers holding on to her tight enough she had bruises in the morning. Karina was drunk on the sensation he brought out in her, on the feelings she’d tried to push away for a long time.
She’d wanted him but had also found herself strong enough to keep them back, to do her job and not let them control her.
But she was losing this battle now, and all it had taken was a party, a look from Viktor, and the dominance and control that poured from him to surround her. She wanted to submit to him, to do what he said, not because he deemed it so and she was scared, but because she wanted to do it.