I felt his breath on the top of my head as I gazed down at him. I’d never thought of a man’s cock as being attractive, but Viktor’s pulled my eyes and held them. He was far larger than I’d expected and thick around, heavy enough that his half-erection hung against his thigh. I stared at him for a second, my mouth ajar, caught off guard.
He hadn’t been lying about his size.
Reaching out, I ran my fingertip up the length of him to the brown hair at his groin. He hardened fully at the contact of my fingers, but he kept his hands back and let me explore him. He was soft and hard all at once and I felt his heartbeat throb through his length. I wrapped my fingers around his base, stroking him, and he let his head fall back. A sound of longing rumbled in his chest.
“It’s...impressive,” I admitted.
“Thank you.” He sounded amused.
I gripped him hard and he winced slightly. “Don’t get cocky.”
“Can you really blame me?”
The corner of his mouth jerked up and I rolled my eyes, still lightly gripping his cock. It was starting to sink in that I was going to have to have sex with this man at some point and at least most of his length was going to end up inside me. I looked down at his cock and bit my lip.
The thought sent a bolt of fear through me, followed quickly by growing arousal. I’d always felt my courage rise when presented with a challenge and this was no exception. He said he’d fucked other women and there was no way I was going to fail where those nameless women, who inspired a spark of jealousy, had succeeded.
“I can take it,” I said, shaking back my hair.
He ran a finger up my jaw and tilted up my chin. “That’s my girl.”
The way he said it, his voice tinged with his accent, sent a shiver through the deepest parts of me. I reached down and pulled his t-shirt up over my head and stepped into the shower. He watched me, his mouth parted, and his pale gaze on me. Alert and watchful like an animal.
“Are you just going to hang around staring?” I said, cocking my brow at him. “Or are you going to wash my hair?”
He stepped into the shower and slid the glass door shut. I turned, facing him, and my breath caught as my nipples hardened. He was everywhere, filling the small, steamy space with his hard angles and slender body. And between his legs, stiff with arousal and incredibly close, was his cock.
Water streamed over him and he ran his hands over his face, slicking back his hair. God, he was gorgeous. Spellbound, I reached out and touched my fingertips to his chest, trailing them down to his groin. My pussy ached as I wrapped my hand around his cock, jerking him in slow strokes. His stomach tightened into hard ridges and his cock pulsed in my grasp.
Hot, driving need burst through me—I needed to taste him, to feel him intimately. Butterflies formed in my stomach as I dropped to my knees, opening my mouth and swiping my tongue over his tip. He made a sharp sound of surprise and put his hand on my head, using my hair to pull me back to look at him.
“What are you doing?”
I blinked innocently. “You did it for me.”
“Do you know how to?”
I nodded and he scowled.
“I fucking hate the thought of some other man having you like this,” he said, his eyes darkening. “Someday soon I’ll fuck your little throat so good you won’t remember taking any other cock.”
“Don’t worry, it wasn’t much to remember,” I said.
He gave a quiet growl of satisfaction as I lowered my head and flicked the underside of his cock with my tongue. The whole length of him jerked, hitting against my lips with a wet slap. I caught the tip of him in my mouth and sucked him in until I couldn’t take anymore. My God, he was only halfway in my mouth.
A low, guttural moan escaped him as I struggled to fit him. It took all of my concentration to relax my throat and press my face forward until the head of his cock touched the back of my mouth. My body protested and I gagged hard, pulling back until he slipped from between my lips.
“You alright?” he murmured, stroking my head.
I blinked rapidly and nodded, lowering my gaze to his cock. It hung in front of me, unrelentingly large and rock hard with arousal. Hesitantly, I wrapped my hand around the base, took a breath, and took him into my mouth again
My God, he was big, but he was good. I swirled my tongue around his head, the saltiness of his precum spreading through my mouth. I’d never enjoyed the taste of cum before, but now I was craving it. I needed to feel the sensation of him spill himself into my mouth, to feel the warmth of his pleasure on my tongue.
He moaned and I glanced up, a thrill of triumph bursting through my chest. It felt beyond good to have this man, this powerful, brutal mafia godfather, at my mercy. I grazed the tip of his cock with my teeth and his eyes flashed, his fingers tightening in my hair.
“Don’t get carried away now,” he murmured. “I might have to fuck your throat to teach you your place.”
I pulled back. “Oh? What place is that?”