The Mafia and His Obsession Part 2 (Tainted Hearts 5)

My pulse strummed as I straddled him, my knees on either side of his hips. Viktor stared at me with hooded eyes, untamed hunger flashing in the dark depths of them. The warmth that emanated from him brushed against my skin, but I still shivered. In anticipation. Excitement. Maybe a little bit of fear.

I felt his bulge between my legs. The feeling of his length hardening, pressing into my core…it made my sex clench. I sucked on my bottom lip to hold my gasp in. It had been so long since I’ve felt him like this. Viktor’s hands landed on my thighs and his fingers dug into my flesh, gripping me tight. He looked at me like I’d disappear any second. We stared at each other, not blinking. Not breathing.

When it came apparent that he was waiting for me to move…to act…to take the lead, I chewed on my lips harder and then gave my hips a tentative roll. His chest rumbled with a groan, and I knew I did something right. God, he was so beautiful like this. Lust and adoration shining in his eyes. His body taut, waiting both patiently and impatiently for me. I wondered if he’d just lose control, roll me over, part my legs and thrust inside my warm, wet core. I pulsed, feeling the way my pussy tightened at the thought of that, my nails dug into his chest and I found myself slowly grinding on his lap.

“Valerie…” His grunt, deep and sexy, traveled to my ears, and my eyes fluttered close. How many times had I wished I could hear him…and now…I could hear the lust in his voice; I could hear how much he wanted me.

“Please, don’t keep me waiting, Viktor.”

“What do you want?” he demanded, his voice still hoarse from sleep.

Instantly, my cheeks warmed, and I felt a sudden flush sliding over my neck and the rest of my body. “You know what…I want.”

“No. Tell me. Say it. Do you want my cock? My fingers? My mouth?” His hands moved up my body, caressing me lightly until they stopped at my chest. My breasts heaved with each shallow breath, and he cupped the two heavy mounds in his palms. My skin was sensitive, and I almost let out a wanton moan when his fingers feathered over my tight nipples through my dress.

“Where do you want me? In your cunt? Your ass?”

“Viktor,” I gasped.

“Tell me, baby.”

I couldn’t think when he was touching me like…that. His hands gently massaged my breasts. Viktor smirked knowingly when he grasped my nipples with his thumb and forefinger, expertly rolling and squeezing the tight buds between his fingers. Pleasure surged through me, and I arched up against his body, unable to remain still. “Or maybe you want me between your tits?”

My eyes snapped open. I didn’t realize I had even closed them, but now I was gasping and staring at Viktor with wide, shocked eyes.

His lips quirked up. “You like the idea of that, myshka? My cock fucking your tits?”

What…oh…the images of him doing something so filthy filtrated through my mind. Viktor stroked my body over my dress, his hands moving lower, over my belly and further down, until he cupped my mound, pressing his palm and rubbing against the sensitive area of me. I cried out, unable to contain the swirling mass of sensation he evoked from me. I was soaking through my panties, clenching and tense. His touch was fire and I couldn’t…breathe.

Liquid warmth pooled between my legs, my inner thighs now saturated with my desire. I groaned out a breath, my head thrown back, whimpering as he gripped my hips and slowly dragged me over his hardened length. He paused for a second before he did it again, guiding me over his cock, rocking me back and forth over him. His boxers still separated us. I still had my panties on, but the thin layers did nothing to stop the sensation building inside the pit of my stomach. I could feel him. Every thick inch of him. And I was soaking him, right through his boxers. My panties clung to my sticky wetness, and it felt like a tight second skin over my sex. I didn’t want anything between us.

Viktor bucked upward, his shaft pressing into me, right where I needed him.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this,” he muttered thickly. “Flushed, eyes fluttering closed in pleasure, gasping for your next breath, body shuddering. Totally and completely lost in your desire.”

He rubbed against me…oh…so exquisitely slow. So deliciously slow. My lips parted, a silent moan escaping me.

“I have seen you happy. Laughing, smiling. I have seen you sad, in tears. I have seen many sides of you. Your daily expressions. When you wake up. Before you go to sleep. While sleeping. But this…this is my favorite sight of you, Valerie. When you let go…and let yourself feel the pure, unadulterated lust. When you let me make you feel things…dirty filthy things, when you lose that tight control you’ve got.”