SEVENTEEN

He pulled my legs and positioned them on his shoulders before the wetness and warmth of his tongue came in contact with my clit. I twitched. The feeling of the pleasure was overwhelming once he began to suck and twirl with his tongue, lapping up the fluids. I gasped as he licked and sucked at my pussy. The feeling electrifying my entire body sent shock waves through me.

When he slipped in two fingers, I cried out in pleasure. "Yes. Yes. Yes... Yesss..." My back arched at the full intensity and effect of his fingers gliding in and out of me, and his tongue twirling and lapping.

Softly at first, he sucked, his saliva, warm and slimy, slid and dripped between my folds, the pleasure intense.

I arched, gasped, cried, my hands pinching my nipples aggressively. I felt Viktor smile against me, and then without warning, his tongue slipped inside my wall.

I panted my pleasure. The sweet feeling was cherish-ably invasive. My eyes fluttered close, and my right hand found his head and held on to him as he continued. My fingers cascaded his scalp. He rolled his tongue between my sensitive bundles of nerves, and it was driving over the edge. I surrendered to the feeling of pleasure and let it overtake my body. He was obviously enjoying the view and what a view it must have been for him. My legs spread apart and my dripping pussy in the open, right in his face.

Seconds turned into minutes. Each time i tried to close my legs, he forced them open and sucked even more aggressively till I was a blubbering, shaking, quivering mess. My head flung back and just as my toes curled, Viktor took a long suck at my opening, and then pulled away. I was left as a panting mess, my chest heaving and my hands squeezing my boobs, at my hardened nipples. When my vision finally cleared up, I opened my eyes to the sight of him grinning down at me. He was positioned between my thighs, his arms caging me to the table, his tongue licking the remmant of clear fluid, dripping down his chin off his lips. I didn't think I could get that unholy sight off my head in a hundred years. As much as I hated to admit it, he was extremely good-looking. With that devilish smirk and the dark gold drooping over his forehead as his eyes ran down my body.

He wasn't done though.

No. He was far from that. Immediately, I heard the zipper of his pants go out. My juice dripped down his clean shaved jaw, drip by drop, in liquid trails. If anything, the punishment wasn't done.

Our eyes locked. And I swear, it took all in me to not look down at his dick. I felt the length and thickness against my thighs and when my eyes flickered down, a rough slap against my face caused me to jolt like I had been struck by lightning.

The skin of my face must have been beet red from the hit. He didn't mind. He didn't care. When I dared another glance lower, the slap that came against my face left a brutal taste of metallic blood on my tongue.

I bit back a scream. Trying not to shout the entire house on us even though I doubted they would come to my aid.

I asked for that. Yes, I did. And now I had to eat of the consequences of my demands. I squirmed beneath his hold, where his hands held onto my thighs, his fingers dug into my skin, the surface raw and red, incredibly painful.

"You like to talk back?" He asked. In a low, gruff voice. His eyes were locked onto mine, defiant, a scary shade of cobalt blue, hooded and alarming. I felt his cock rubbed against my core, still sore from all the sucking he had done.

And then he slid in, parting the walls of my pussy with his throbbing. My breathing hitched as I tried to adjust to the length of him while biting into my lower lip to subdue the screams making to escape.

He slammed into me. The whole full, long length of his dick. A scream escaped my throat and I squirmed against the table top, eyes as wide as a sauce as I tried to take it all in. My walls felt like they were being ripped apart, parting for his huge member.

Of course I'd expected big, but certainly not that big that my innards felt like I was being set on fire. I trashed against his hold, my fingers encircled around his wrists, held down by my waist, nails digging into his flesh, inflicting my pain on him. The sound of our heavy breathing filled the air, the harsh pants filled the room and nothing but that.

Then the first sob broke from my lips. The pain was too much to bear but the pleasure—my eyes rolled to the back of my head. "Stop teasing me," I cried. Wanting the shift in his movements. Wanting the thrust as fast as he could give it to me.

My eyes pressed shut. My head flung back, I arched against the table. The first thrust came and my fingers tightened against him and then it was a continuous process. I was a panting mess, my body shook and trembled, my eyes fluttering open and close.

Each time they opened, he was looking at me. Staring, a smug smile atop his lips. He liked seeing me this way. So I tried my very best to keep my eyes open. Beads of sweat laced my temples as it did him. We were both drenched in sweat and the heat felt near unbearable in my leather jacket still on, and my skirt hiked up.

My thighs wrapped around him and he leaned closer. In a way that he was pressed against my chest and our breath mingled, sharing a hot panty breath. He pressed his mouth against mine. Once again, we began kissing — wet, rough, open mouthed, sloppy. My chest heaved against his as I pressed onto him, tightening my legs and arms around his body. I gasped against his mouth when he slammed into me, a little too deep that my gut hurt. He tore his lips from mine and began to trace a pattern down my neck, repeating his earlier action, leaving tingling sensation where his wet, moist lips touched. He sucked on the skin at the meeting of my neck and jaw, causing me to squirm underneath his body as he intended to leave a mark on me.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

I was becoming sore, and he wasn't anytime from being close.

But I, my legs trembled, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, my whole body quivered. I parted my lips to talk, but only incorrigible words escaped my mouth.

"Speak!" He ordered. Stifling a grunt of pleasure. He buried his head in the nook of my neck and released his grunt as my walls tightened against him and my legs trashed and trembled. "You... you're so fucking tight."

I whimpered. "Vik-tor...I'm going to cum!"

He pushed against me. Once. Twice. Thrice. His balls slapping against me in the process. And then I released, the squirt bursting out of me like sprinkles of rain. While I did, Viktor rubbed my clit with his palm, enough to make me scream while he glared at me. "Who said you could cum? Who?!" He barked.

While he positioned his dick for another entrance, I was a panting shaking mess, my lower lip quivering.

I just knew it was going to be a insanely long night.