“When you reach your limit and need to stop,” he explains.
“Ah…” I try to think of a word I won’t accidentally use. “Mercy?”
“Works for me,” he murmurs, his voice low and deep as he keeps prowling around me.
My eyes rake over his body, drinking in the sight of his hard cock and the veins snaking beneath his skin.
There’s no way I’m going to take this seriously. All I want to do is jump him and ride him until I’m screaming with pleasure.
Suddenly, Viktor lunges at me. His arm wraps around my neck, and my feet are swept from under me. I’m taken down to the sparring mat, then his body presses hard against mine.
Knowing it will be a turn-on for Viktor, I strain against his hold. It’s useless, but I feel his cock jerk against my butt, which means he likes it. It encourages me to fight harder, and I even manage to squirm out from under him.
Just as I push up on my hands and knees, he grabs hold of my hips, and I’m yanked back against his body. Our skin meets with a hard slap, our breaths rushing over our lips.
“God, this is hot,” I groan, unable to stay in my role of damsel in distress.
Then Viktor’s hand connects with my buttcheek. “Focus.”
Holy shit.
Intense heat floods me, coating the insides of my thighs. My abdomen tightens so hard, a moan escapes me.
Viktor shoves his hand between my legs, then he groans, “Christ,moyaMalen'kaya Rozaloves being spanked.”
“If I had known sooner, I would’ve disobeyed you whenever you threatened to spank me,” I admit.
His palm connects with my skin, sending another tsunami of heat through me. I push my butt out, my back arching. “Viktor,” I groan, desperate for release. “Fuck me.”
I’m spanked again, then his fingers slide through my wet heat, sinking inside me. “Christ, you’re soaked for me, baby.”
“I need you,” I whimper as he starts to thrust his fingers inside me. “So, sooo badly.”
“Spread your knees,” he orders, the role-play a thing of the past as our burning desire for each other scorches the air.
I obey, the air on my clit only driving me wilder for friction.
Viktor grips my hips, and holding me in place, he fills me with a brutal thrust. If it weren’t for his hands on me, I’d face plant from the force.
Not giving me time to adjust to his large girth, Viktor pounds into me as if he’s trying to tear me in two.
Gasps and whimpers spill from me, mixing with the sound of our slapping skin.
My nails claw at the mat, and every time he fills me, his palm connects with the side of my butt cheek.
“Shit, Viktor,” I pant. “Yes. Please.” Random words fall over my lips as he fucks me so hard, it’s impossible to catch my breath.
With another slap to my butt, the orgasm hits me so hard, my arms buckle, and my cheek slams against the carpet. With my butt in the air and Viktor hammering into me, intense pleasure seizes my body. It keeps hitting me in relentless waves, making one orgasm blend into another, and another until it feels as if I might pass out.
My vision goes spotty as Viktor makes my body jerk with a final hard thrust before he buries himself deep, letting out a throaty groan from his own orgasm.
He empties himself inside me with three short thrusts, grinding his pelvis against my butt, then he releases my hips.
I slump to my side, desperately gasping for air, my body so numb, I don’t think I’ll be able to move for a while.
Viktor drops onto his back next to me, sucking in deep breaths of air. “Jesus Christ, Rosalie.”
“You paralyzed me,” I mutter.