On Her Knees

“Grab the headboard, Karina. Hold on, baby.”

She did as she was ordered instantly, and a wave of power and pleasure filled him.

“Tell me how it feels, baby.” Viktor had never cared much about wanting to know this shit when he fucked, but there was something different, special with Karina. He wanted to make sure she felt good, wanted to make sure she was right here in the moment with him.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. “It feels so good, Sir.” He groaned and thrust into her hard. “You’re stretching me, filling me.” She moaned the last word and arched her throat. Her back was slightly bowed, her breasts thrust out in invitation.

Her tits were shaking back and forth from how viciously he was fucking her. The sight mesmerized him.

“God, you’re so big inside of me.” The words were slightly muffled, but she moaned louder, and he fucked her harder.

“I want you to think about me tomorrow when you sit down, Karina.” One thrust. “I want you to sit down and feel sore, knowing my big fucking cock was inside of here.” Two thrusts. “But despite how sore you’ll be”—three thrusts—“you’ll be wet and want my cock all over again.” Sweat started to line his brow and slid down the length of his spine.

She was spread out before him like an offering... his offering.

For a moment, all Viktor did was watch her tits bounce as he fucked her. He then slowly lifted his gaze up to her face, saw the sweat dotting her flesh, and couldn’t help himself. He leaned down, ran his tongue up her neck, over her jawline and cheek, and then claimed her mouth.

Her sweat was salty, but so fucking sweet. His cock jerked inside of her, and they both made strangled noises at the same time.

“Tell me whose dick is up inside your pussy, claiming you, making you full, stretching you.”

“You, Viktor. You.” She breathed out the words, her eyes still closed, her hands still grasping the headboard.

“Yeah I am, and this is how it’ll always be.”

She snapped her eyes open, and the surprise flickered across her face for a second.

He’d never felt this wild with another woman, and he never wanted to either. He wanted her to be his in all ways. He wanted her pussy to only know what his dick felt like from this point on, and the sooner she understood and accepted that, the sooner they could move forward... wherever that led them.

He wasn’t questioning himself and what he wanted, because he’d always gone headfirst into things that mattered.

And she matters.

He pumped in and out, faster and harder, and when she came undone for him, he nearly went over the edge with her. Her cry of completion was the hottest damn thing he’d ever heard. Viktor forced himself not to come, and instead pulled out of her and flipped her onto her belly.

She bounced on the mattress for a second, and the sight of her ass cheeks jiggling transfixed him.

He spread her ass cheeks and got a good look at the tight hole he’d be fucking at some point. He’d always been an ass man, and Karina had a glorious rear end. She tensed, and he stilled, wanting her to be here with him in the moment and not be worried.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, Karina, but baby—” He curled his fingers into the cheeks of her ass. “Baby, I’ll make you feel so damn good. It’ll be fucking incredible.”

He’d never cared about what a woman felt during sex, to be honest. They felt pleasure, sure, but he didn’t stop what he was doing to make sure they were still right there with him. If they were willing and got off, that was all that mattered.

It was a dick way of thinking, but he wouldn’t lie about who he’d been, not even to himself.

What he was doing to her, exposing every part of her, probably made her feel uncomfortable and pushed her limits, but she hadn’t said to stop, so she must like it, and that was what mattered, what made this so different than any other time before.

“You tell me if I go too far.”

She nodded, her hands in the sheets, her fingers curled around the material.

He didn’t know why he cared about if he was going too fast for her, because it was clear she liked this, given her soaked cunt and cries of pleasure.

“I want whatever you have to give me, Sir.”

He squeezed her ass so hard she made this soft sound, and he loosened his hold. Hearing her say that, knowing she wanted whatever he did, had this strange feeling consuming him. Smoothing his hands over the pain he’d probably caused her, he took a steadying breath.

Viktor ran his finger along her slick folds, loving the erotic sound that came from the act.