The sight of him—hard, hungry, barely contained—undid something inside me. My hand worked faster, thumb swiping over the head, hips arching off the bed, wanting, needing, desperate for more. I teased my nipple, moaning his name, breath hot and ruined. “Want you,” I gasped, voice breaking. “Want to taste you, want to feel you in my mouth, want to be wrecked on you.”
A smirk curved his lips, wicked and proud. “You’re going to get everything you want,” he promised. “But you’ll earn it first.”
He climbed onto the bed, movements slow and deliberate, kneeling beside my chest, weight heavy and grounding, thighs bracketing my ribs. His cock, barely contained by fabric, hovered just above my mouth, an offering and a command. One hand pressed to my chest, pinning me down, fingers spreading wide, claiming ownership.
“Show me,” Viktor murmured, voice dark and gentle. “Worship me. Show me how much you need this.”
My tongue flicked out, licking the sweat from his abs, tasting salt and need, tracing the edge of the waistband. My hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in, pulling him closer, desperate to devour every inch he gave. My mouth worked its way up, tongue pressing into the hollow of his hip, sucking bruises into the skin, marking him the way he’d marked me.
He leaned forward, rubbing his cock over my lips, the heat radiating through the damp fabric, dragging it along my jaw, teasing me with the weight of him. “You want to taste it, don’t you?” he taunted, voice trembling with restraint. “You want to worship every inch.”
A moan slipped free, shameless, desperate. My hands roamed his back, fingers tracing the line of his spine, squeezing the flex of muscle under my palms. My lips brushed over his cock, mouthing the outline through the briefs, sucking at the head, tongue flattening over the wet spot, tasting his need and my own.
Viktor rocked his hips, grinding into my mouth, the friction wild, filthy, a reward and a punishment. His hands tangled in my hair, guiding me, pulling me closer, forcing me to take more. “Open up,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “Let me feed you.”
His fingers pressed between my lips, two at first, then three, slick with spit, fucking my mouth as his cock pressed to my cheek, rubbing against the flushed heat. I sucked greedily, tongue working over his knuckles, swallowing him down, loving the taste, the control, the way he owned every breath I took.
“Such a good boy for me,” Viktor praised, voice low and ruined. “So fucking desperate to please, so hungry for cock.” His words made me whimper, cock leaking against my stomach, hips rocking up in search of friction.
He spat into my mouth again, letting it dribble down my tongue, mixing with the taste of sweat and skin, then fed me his fingers, making me suck, making me show just how much I wanted to be used. My hands squeezed his ass, pulling him down, begging for more, for everything.
His cock dragged across my face, marking me, claiming me, the scent of him dizzying. My lips trailed down to his balls, mouthing them through the briefs, sucking gently, tongue tracing every line, every curve, every hidden spot.
Viktor groaned, a sound low and dangerous, hips jerking forward, thighs tightening around my chest. “That’s it,” he praised, voice thick with need. “Make it filthy. Show me how much you want it.”
My tongue lapped at the head, mouthing it through the fabric,sucking until I felt him twitch, until I tasted his precome, salty and wild, seeping through, marking me as his. I mouthed down the shaft, licking a stripe up the length, pressing my tongue to the damp fabric, sucking hard, loving the way he gasped, the way his fingers tightened in my hair.
A slow, wicked grin curled Viktor’s lips as he shifted above me, his weight pressing down, grounding me. His hands hooked in the waistband of his briefs, dragging them down inch by inch, never breaking eye contact, making sure I watched every second. The fabric stretched, then slipped past his thighs, baring him, the heavy length of his cock springing free, flushed dark, slick with precome, thicker and longer than I’d dared to hope. My mouth watered at the sight, a raw, physical ache pulsing through me.
His hand wrapped around the base, stroking himself, thumb smearing slick over the head. “Want to see you drool for it,” Viktor commanded, voice low and smug. “Want you to watch while I show you what you’re begging for.”
A slap echoed in the room as he brought his palm down on his own cock, the sound sharp and obscene. Another slap, the head bouncing against his stomach, a bead of precome dripping down, tempting me closer. My mouth hung open, drool pooling at the corner of my lips, chest heaving with want. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t even think, just watched as he slapped himself again, thick cock swinging, the heavy weight of it making my own twitch in answer.
“See how hard you get me?” Viktor taunted, voice dark with pride. “All this, just for you. No one else ever gets this. No one else makes me lose control.” He stroked himself with slow, ruthless precision, letting me see every vein, every drop of slick, every pulse beneath the skin. “You want to taste it, don’t you? Want to choke on it, make a mess for me, let everyone know you’re mine.”
A broken moan tore from my throat, hands gripping his hips, desperate to be allowed closer. My tongue flicked out, greedy, needy, begging for permission. “Please,” I whispered, voice hoarse anddesperate. “Need it. Need you to fuck my mouth, need to taste you, want you to ruin me.”
Viktor smirked, satisfied, his thumb dragging another bead of precome to the tip. “Open wide,” he ordered, positioning himself above my lips, cock thick and heavy, the head glistening. “Tongue out. Show me how hungry you are.”
I obeyed, tongue lolling, drool spilling over my chin, eyes never leaving the length of him. Viktor tapped the head against my lips, smearing precome over my tongue, slapping it gently, watching the string of spit stretch between us. Another slap, firmer, making me flinch in anticipation, then moan, begging for more.
“Fuck, you’re filthy,” he growled, pride and lust warring in his voice. “Could watch you like this all night. So fucking pretty, so fucking desperate.”
He let the head rest on my tongue, heavy, hot, the taste overwhelming—salt, musk, the essence of him. My lips closed around the crown, sucking gently, then harder, hollowing my cheeks as I tried to take more, loving the way his breath hitched, the way his thighs tensed around my shoulders.
“Deeper,” Viktor demanded, fingers threading through my hair, guiding me down inch by inch, feeding me his cock, making me take it, making me choke and moan around the girth. My throat stretched to accommodate him, eyes watering, spit slicking my lips, dripping down my chin, but I never pulled away, never even wanted to.
“That’s it,” Viktor praised, voice ragged, hips rolling forward as he fucked into my mouth, slow and controlled, letting me feel the full length, the full weight of him. “Take it. Take it all. I want you ruined, I want you messy, I want you to remember this every time you touch yourself.”
My hands squeezed his thighs, nails digging in, desperate to anchor myself as he fed me more, pushing past resistance, filling my mouth and throat with his cock, making me gag and moan and beg for air. He pulled out just enough to let me breathe, then thrust back in, holding me there, letting me drool and gasp, spit running down to stain my chest.
My own cock throbbed, leaking against my stomach, every nerve alight with want. My eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze, seeing the wild hunger, the pride, the sheer possession in his stare.
“Swallow it,” Viktor ordered, rocking his hips, thrusting deeper, letting me feel every vein, every twitch, every promise. “Don’t you dare waste a drop. I want you addicted to it. I want you thinking about this every night, every morning, every time you close your eyes.”
I swallowed around him, tongue swirling, sucking as he thrust, taking him as deep as I could, loving the way his voice broke, the way his body trembled, the way he barely held himself together.
His palm slapped his cock again, wet, filthy sounds filling the air as he pulled out, smearing spit and precome across my face, then fed it back into my mouth, making me clean him, making me worship every inch.
