“You’re so good for me,” Viktor whispered, voice raw with feeling, hand stroking my cheek, thumb tracing my lips. “So fucking perfect. My prince. My whore. My everything.”
His cock pressed back to my lips, heavier, thicker, the head nudging my mouth open again. I sucked him in, deeper this time, letting him use me, letting him own me, loving every second, every sound, every filthy command.
Viktor fucked my mouth slow, deliberate, hips rolling, hands gentle in my hair, voice a constant stream of praise and filth and love. “Take it. Take it all. You can do it. You were made for this. Made for me.”
I choked and swallowed, eyes streaming, spit and precome mixing on my tongue, the taste of him filling my senses, the need building higher, the pleasure unbearable.
Viktor’s cock slid free with a wet pop, spit and precome dripping down my chin, lips swollen, throat aching with loss. My lungs pulled in air sharp and greedy, but before I could beg for more, strong hands gripped my hips, pulling me up, rolling my ruined body over the sheets. My arms landed shaky beneath me, knees spread wide, back arched, my ass high and desperate for touch. Thecool air brushed my skin, every inch exposed, trembling, hungry for his eyes.
A palm pressed between my shoulder blades, forcing my chest lower, arching me deeper, cock heavy and leaking onto the sheets below. Viktor knelt behind me, eyes burning into my skin. The tension in the room spiked, thick as blood, as his gaze roved over my ass, spreading me wider, fingers digging bruises into my hips. My breath stuttered, a whimper torn from my throat as he paused, just looking, just taking in the mess he’d made of me.
“Fucking perfect,” Viktor growled, reverence and hunger tangled in every word. “Could look at you like this forever. Pink and open and begging to be filled. Do you know what you do to me?”
My answer broke on a gasp as his thumbs spread my cheeks, exposing everything, making me feel helpless, owned, utterly his. The tip of his nose skimmed the curve of my ass, breath ghosting over my hole, warm and hungry. His voice vibrated low, filthy and awestruck. “This is mine. Every inch. Made to be ruined by me.”
A hot, wet tongue dragged up the seam, licking a slow, deliberate stripe, making my hips jerk, cock throbbing in the air. His spit painted me, tongue circling, teasing, not giving me what I needed, just making me shake. My fingers dug into the sheets, desperate, shameless, pushing my ass back for more.
“Beg for it,” Viktor whispered, teeth grazing the rim, tongue flicking. “Tell me what you want.”
My head dropped, words muffled by the mattress. “Eat me out,” I gasped, shame gone. “Want your mouth on my ass. Want you to get me ready. Want you to ruin me.”
Approval rumbled in his chest. Spit slicked my hole as his tongue pressed in, wet and hot, swirling, fucking me with slow, filthy strokes. The sensation sent white-hot pleasure spearing through my core, every nerve set on fire. He groaned into me, tongue working deeper, licking, tasting, worshipping, turning me inside out.
My body shuddered, hips rolling back, chasing every lick, every filthy sound he dragged from me. Viktor’s grip held me steady, strong fingers digging into my flesh, spreading me wider, opening me formore. His tongue fucked me slow, savoring every twitch, every gasp, every shameless plea I spilled into the sheets.
Wet lips latched around my hole, sucking hard, tongue plunging deep, making me sob, making my cock leak against the bed. Viktor moaned, devouring me, praising me between breaths, words thick and broken. “So fucking sweet. Could stay here all night, feast on you, make you forget your own name.”
My legs shook, knees giving out, body melting under the force of his mouth. Tongue slid lower, lapping at the skin behind my balls, then traced back up, flicking and teasing, driving me wild. His fingers spread me wider, spit running down to slick my thighs, obscene and perfect.
A hand wrapped around my cock, stroking slow and tight, the contrast almost cruel. His mouth never stopped, never relented, eating me out with single-minded devotion, tongue working my hole, teeth scraping, sucking, making me whimper and beg, lost to anything but the need to be filled, to be owned, to be fucked.
“Can you feel how desperate I am for you?” Viktor growled, voice raw. “Want to breed you. Want to make you mine, inside and out.”
A filthy, desperate moan tore from my lips as his hand squeezed my cock, thumb spreading precome over the head, wrist twisting, making me sob. His mouth pulled off with a final, wet kiss, spit cooling on my skin as he shifted lower, lips dragging over my thigh, then back up.
Without warning, Viktor dove beneath me, mouth latching onto my cock from behind, sucking me deep, tongue swirling around the head, lips pulling tight, moaning as he swallowed the taste of my need. His nose pressed to my balls, breath hot, chin slick with spit and sweat. His tongue worked the length, mouth hungry and relentless, sucking, licking, worshipping every inch.
My body collapsed forward, ass still high, Viktor’s hands squeezing my cheeks, spreading me, keeping me open as he devoured my cock, tongue pushing into the slit, tasting my release, drawing it out with every filthy, hungry movement.
Viktor’s mouth didn’t let up, tongue swirling over the swollenhead, lips tight around the shaft, sucking until I couldn’t breathe, until every thought dissolved into heat and pleasure. My cock throbbed between his lips, every nerve screaming, body arched and open, ass still high, trembling for more.
His tongue dragged down, lapping up the aftershocks of my orgasm, swallowing every drop like he’d never tasted anything sweeter. Fingers massaged my ass, kneading, spreading, teasing the sensitive skin where his mouth had left it raw. I moaned into the sheets, unable to hold back, shame gone, need sharpened to a knife’s edge.
“Fuck, Viktor,” I choked out, voice hoarse and ruined. “Don’t stop. Please, want more.”
A wicked laugh vibrated against my skin, sending shivers up my spine. “Such a greedy prince,” he taunted, voice thick with pride. “Want to see how much you can take for me? How filthy you can get?”
My hips rolled, offering myself up, back arching, hole clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled, used, worshipped. His fingers slid lower, slick with spit and my own come, tracing circles around my rim, teasing, never quite pushing in.
A sharp slap landed on my ass, the sting blooming hot and electric, making my cock twitch back to life. The echo of it filled the room, shame and pleasure tangling until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
“One,” Viktor whispered, and a single finger pressed in, slow and relentless, stretching me, making me gasp. The burn was perfect, the pressure just right, tongue lapping at my slit as he fucked me with that single finger, working me open.
Another slap, harder this time, left me moaning, hips jerking, ass high, begging for more. “Two,” he growled, pushing in a second finger beside the first, scissoring me open, working me slow, patient, every movement designed to drive me wild.
My hands fisted the sheets, forehead pressed to the mattress, body shaking with need. “Yes, fuck, yes,” I gasped, pushing back onto his hand, desperate to be stretched, filled, ruined.
A third slap landed, sharper, the pain making me groan, cockleaking against the sheets. “Three,” Viktor said, and a third finger joined the others, stretching me wider, filling me up. His thumb massaged my bruised flesh, soothing the ache, tongue licking up the mess he’d made.
