“For?” He adds a second finger, making me cry out in pleasure. “Wait for what?”
I can’t answer if I try.
Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he moves his fingers in and out of me, bringing me closer to the edge.
“Do you want me to stop?” He uses his other hand to massage my breasts.
You dirty sexy Russian bear fucker bitch.“No...” I breathe, feeling his cock throb against my stomach. “No...”
“Good.” He kisses the hell out of me, taming my tongue with his, preventing me from interrupting our kiss with words again.
I can only moan in pleasure, accept everything he’s giving me without question. His mouth devours me as he moves his fingers, pushing in and out of me until I’m writhing against him, squirming.
“Come for me, babe. Let me hear you scream,” he whispers.
My legs shake as he puts more pressure against my clit, as his fingers deftly work deeper inside of me.
“I want to fuck you so bad. Push my cock hard inside your wet pussy.”
“Fuck, Vik.” I cry out when I come—muffling my screams into his shoulder, clenching onto his slick fingers while my juices flow over his hand.
He pulls my thighs around his hips, sinking into my hot, wet folds. A chorus of groans and Russian curses flow out of his mouth.
My lips taste the salty, thick muscles on his neck, the smell of his cologne lingering as his hair falls across my cheek. He lifts me up, and my arms wrap around his waist for support.
His mouth finds mine again, our embrace turning into a dance of pulling and pushing against each other, an effort to touch each and every inch of skin we can reach.
He dives into me, pushing, pushing, as hard as he can. His rugged groans induce the whimpers escaping from my lips encouraging him to push harder and harder until he explodes inside of me.
2. VIKTOR
I don’t know how to tell Maggie about tomorrow night, but I’ll be dammed if I don’t try.
From the moment we met, she’s been clear about not wanting anything serious. Casual dating, clubbing, getting wasted and hot sex. That is pretty much what I mean to Maggie.
And it’s been what I wanted too until I… I don’t know. There’s something weird about this girl.
Dangerous.
Every time I see her, every time my cock fucks into her hungry pussy, she steals a piece of me.
Until she owns the hell out of me.
I’ve hoped to ask her to tomorrow’s party this very morning as I make her scream my name, decreasing the chances she might say no, but I’ve been too lost in my own need to bring it up.
Now, as I watch her dry her long, brown hair, her perfect, full ass in black lace, her tits squeezed in a matching bra, she takes my breath away all over again, and I find myself lost for words.
“Stop looking at me like that. I’m half hour late already.” She smirks at me through the full length mirror in her bedroom, her hazel eyes sparkling.
I stand behind her, one hand feeling up her ass, the other cupping her tit. “Why don’t you just call in sick?” I bite her earlobe. “I can’t get enough of you.”
She giggles. “No. No!” Her shoulders lift, shrugging off of me. She twirls and jabs a finger in my face. “Bad boy. Very naughty yet so fucking sexy bad boy.”
Her footsteps quicken as she gets dressed for work, and I have no choice but to take my chances and tell her.
“So…there’s this…gig tomorrow night. You know… a Valentine’s Day sort of event. Um… Would you…like to come with me, maybe?”
She buttons her blouse. “You’re playing?”
