After years of jerking off, this is heaven.
“That’s it,moyaMalen'kaya Roza. Now take me as deep as you can,” I order.
I watch as my cock is sucked into her mouth, the view of Rosalie on her knees and her eyes staring up at me for approval more erotic than anything I’ve seen.
I’m not going to hold out much longer. My voice is hoarse as I instruct, “Take a deep breath and relax your tongue.”
When she’s ready, I grip a fistful of her hair and thrust as deep as she’ll let me. The head of my cock hits the back of her throat, making her gag.
The sound strips me of all control, and I start to move faster and harder, needing to come down her throat.
Her eyes start to shimmer as she gags on every thrust. I brush my thumb around her lips as I pull out, reveling in the feel of them stretched around my wide girth. “So fucking perfect.”
Rosalie takes every thrust until pleasure shoots down my spine and my cum fills her mouth. I breathe hard from the intense orgasm, the word rumbling from me, “Swallow.”
I watch her drink every drop before I slowly pull out. Grabbing hold of her shoulders, I yank her to her feet and crush my mouth to hers. I taste myself on her tongue just like she tasted herself earlier after I ate her pussy.
When I break the kiss, I stare into her dazed eyes. “Good girl.”
This time she doesn’t bite my head off but smiles, looking proud that she was able to give me a blow job.
Christ. It’s going to kill me to let her go.
Chapter 17
Rosalie
I hardly slept the past two days.
At first, I was totally consumed by Viktor. With every kiss and touch, I fell hopelessly in love with him.
I’m sore as hell from all the sex.
I’m still packing when Viktor says, “My men will pack the rest. You need to come with me.”
Every second it’s becoming harder to deny him anything. I take his outstretched hand and let him lead me to his office.
Every screen is filled with a different apartment. I frown at Viktor. “What’s this?”
“Choose which one you want,” he orders.
I gape at him. “You’re not buying me an apartment.”
“They already belong to me. You can stay in whichever one you want.”
I shake my head. “No. I want to get my own place.”
“Then I’ll transfer it onto your name.” He tilts his head, his eyes narrowing on me. “I need to know you’re not living in a dump.”
“Viktor.” Moving closer, I lift my hand and rest my palm against his jaw. He turns his head and presses a kiss to my skin.
God, he’s making this so hard for me.
I give him a pleading look. “I need to do this on my own. Once I leave this house, you’ll have no say in my life.”
Pain tightens his features. “I’m not going to let you leave here empty-handed.” He walks to his desk, and I watch as he types on his laptop. New screens open up on the monitors, then he points at the middle one. “That’s your bank account. I’ve already transferred funds for you to use.”
When I start to shake my head, he snaps, “It’s not up for discussion.”