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I gasp when his fingers brush over my clit, rubbing gently, teasing me into an even more heightened state of arousal. He nips at my breast, sucking at it as his teeth scrape over my nipple while his fingers press against my clit, and then suddenly, he’s shifting over me, nudging my legs apart with his knee as his mouth comes down hard on mine.
“I need to be inside of you again,” Viktor groans, his lips brushing over mine. “I can’t wait—bladya, I need to feel you.”
A thrill runs through me at that, to see my terse, disciplined husband losing that control, his cock swollen and hot between my thighs as he guides himself between my legs, his cockhead parting me roughly as he thrusts inside.
He groans with relief as the first inches of his cock slip into me, and my body tightens around him, eager for more, for how good it feels. Viktor sinks all the way to the hilt, his tight, heavy balls pressed against me as he rocks his hips, and I gasp with pleasure as he cups my face in his hand and kisses me again before he starts to move.
“I love fucking you like this,” he groans, sliding out to the tip and then thrusting into me again. “I love fucking you knowing that you’re still full of my cum from last night. That I’m going to fill you up again, fuck you until you take every last drop—ah!” Viktor lets out a deep grunt of pleasure as I feel myself clench around him, my body reacting to his voice murmuring those filthy things to me.
He leans back, spreading my thighs apart so that he can watch himself thrust into me, every long, hard inch disappearing into me again and again. “You feel that?” he groans, reaching down to spread my folds so that he can get a better view, my swollen clit visible to him and aching for him to touch it. “Feel your tight little pussy getting fucked by that thick cock—”
Viktor never talks like that in his day-to-day life. It makes it filthier somehow, even more arousing, and I moan as he slides into me again, my clit pulsing with need.
“Please,” I whisper, my hips arching as he fucks me slowly, making me feel every inch as he thrusts his cock into me. “Please make me come, Viktor—”
“That’s right, princess. Beg for it.” He flicks his finger over my clit, and I cry out, my back arching. “You come when I tell you to.”
I nod breathlessly, swept away on a tide of desire. “Please, please—”
“You get off when I do.” He pants, fucking me harder as the pleasure builds. “I want to feel you tighten around me while I fill you with my cum—bladya!Fuck!”
I feel him shudder, and I know he’s close. It feels dirtier somehow, this morning in broad daylight than it did last night. “Play with yourself, princess,” he murmurs. “Play with that little clit until I come.”
He grips my hips with both hands then, surging into me in long hard thrusts, and I hesitate. I’ve never touched myself in front of a man before, but Viktor’s pale blue eyes burn into mine, full of heated need.
“Touch yourself, or you don’t come, princess,” Viktor groans hoarsely, and I tentatively reach down, sliding my fingers between my folds so that I can touch my needy, aching clit.
The moment my fingers brush over it, it’s nearly impossible to keep myself from coming. The sight of my handsome husband leaning over me, his muscles flexing in the morning light as he thrusts into me, the feeling of that thick length stretching me, the scent of his skin, and the sound of his groans all push my arousal higher and higher until I feel as if I’m going to shatter at any moment.
“Don’t come,” he repeats, breathless. “I’ll punish you if you come before I start to.”
It’s almost a promise rather than a threat. I can feel my face flushing at the memory of his belt coming down across my ass, the sting and burn of it, the way I’d gotten wet for him anyway. Part of me wants it again, to feel that hot flash of pain followed by a strange pleasure that I’d never expected to experience.
But I hold back anyway, my fingertips gingerly teasing my clit as he speeds up. His movements are more erratic with every thrust.
“That’s right, touch yourself just like that. Ohfuck—” Viktor groans aloud, and I feel him surge inside of me, thrusting himself in hard as he shudders. “I’m going to fucking come, yes, rub that little clit, fuck I’m coming,fuck—”
He groans the last word, and I press my fingers down, rubbing frantically as I feel the first hot rush of his cum inside of me, his cock swollen and throbbing as my orgasm crashes over me instantly, the moment I stop holding back. I feel myself clench down hard around him, my back arching and my other hand clawing at the blanket as I cry out, my entire body convulsing with the sheer pleasure of it.
Viktor thrusts again, and I can feel some of his cum sliding out, dripping down as he pushes himself deeper into me, his cock still pulsing as I shudder around him. “Oh god,” I moan as he squeezes my hips, grinding against me as I keep touching myself, wanting every bit of pleasure that he can give me as he arches forward, his face taut with the last shudders of his climax.
He falls forward on his hands, panting before rolling to one side. I feel almost hollow without him, and I start to get up, thinking I’ll go and shower, but Viktor puts out a hand to stop me.
“Wait a moment,” he says, reaching to pull me back down against him. “I want to lay like this with you for a minute.”
This wasn’t part of the deal,I think stiffly.Cuddling wasn’t part of it.But his arms feel warm and strong, pulling me back down to lie next to him as the sunlight streams over the crisp white sheets. I force myself to relax a little, but it’s hard. His cum is dripping down my thighs, and it still doesn’t feel as intimate as this, as Viktor’s muscled arm holding me against his chest, the faintly sweaty musk of his skin, and the hint of his cologne from last night filling my nostrils.
This is more dangerous than good sex. The feeling that I could be safely wrapped up in this man’s arms, that I could find love. I remember last night on his arm, charming the crowd, making small talk, floating through the gala like I was always born to do, and I know that we could make a good pair if I would let us.
If I would stop fighting him, stop being angry that I was given to the enemy, and try to make a life with him. Not a fairytale, maybe, but something else. A partnership.
That almost terrifies me more than the alternative.
Viktor said that wasn’t what he wanted. But the way he’s holding me now tells me a different story.
And I know that at some point, if I’m going to stay, this war between us has to end.
