Kacie
It’s morning when I open my eyes. The light glides in and lights up the room. My body aches from last night but I don’t mind. It’s a reminder of what we did. I didn’t think of anyone else but him. I needed that. Needed him.
I’m surrounded by warmth and I register the muscular arm draped over my torso. His strong arms pull me flush against his chest. There’s wetness between my legs and I don’t know if it’s from him being inside of me or if the liquid is blood.
I wriggle and pause when I feel something hard pressed against my lower back. He leans down and kisses the top of my head. “Good morning Kacie,” he murmurs into my hair before he places a kiss on my ear.
“Mas-…. Viktor.”
I turn around to face him, and my eyes trail down the length of his body. He’s shirtless and he’s got on a pair of sweatpants that sport a huge bulge.
He’s wearing a strange expression on his face. His eyes search my body before his gaze lands on my face.
“How’d you sleep?” He asks.
“I slept well. No nightmares,” I say with a smile.
“How did you sleep Viktor?” I ask.
“Better, knowing that you were in my bed,” he says before getting up and heading to the bathroom. I stare at the bathroom door for a few minutes before I make myself get up. I’m not thinking I’m just doing. When I open the door, my eyes are drawn to his hard body, I watch as water flows down his body. My eyes trail down his irresistible curves of muscles, tattoos, and lower to his hardened cock.
A chuckle brings my eyes back up, “You’re welcome to join me,” he murmurs. I walk unashamed to him, dirty thoughts flicker through my mind and I never thought I’d want to do these kinds of things to a man.
I start to drop to my knees when he grabs me and stops me. A delicious shiver races down my spine as I look up into his beautiful obsidian eyes. He takes both of my wrists and moves them above my head. Water cascades down my chest falling over the rest of my body.
“Thank you for last night,” he says as he leans closer. “This pussy, these tits, all of you, are mine now.” “Master,” I start but he shakes his head.
His cock is pressing into my stomach and my eyes drop down to his thick member. He rubs himself against me slowly, his eyes filled with lust.
“I’m going to take you again,” he murmurs lowly. I don’t know if he’s telling me or talking to himself. “You must be sore from last night but I need to bury myself in you.”
“Leave your hands up there,” he orders.
I nod.
He fists his cock with one hand and the other falls down to grip my hip. I watch as he pushes his head in between my folds and I let out a breathy moan.
“Master,” I whimper as my legs start to shake. My core is sensitive and I’m worried it’s going to hurt.
He slowly slides into me while keeping his eyes on my face. My eyes are locked on where we connect. I watch as Master’s cock slowly slides into me, inch by delicious inch.
My mouth hangs open and I bite my lip to close it. I watch as his hard cock disappears into my aching pussy. He pulls out to the tip and looks at me as he slams into my tight aching pussy.
All I can do is stare back at him, stare down between us, and take the pleasure he’s giving me. My legs spasm as he continues fucking me and I grip his arms to steady myself. The pain is nowhere to be found and I welcome the storm of pure bliss.
I’m screaming as an orgasm racks through my body but he doesn’t stop. He continues pulling out and thrusting into me. His hips keep up their beautiful rhythm.
I feel my orgasm building again and the climax tears through me and I’m screaming again. My vision is blurry and I can barely hear but I can feel his thrusts quicken, his fingers gripping tighter on my hips. I feel him reaching deeper inside of me, growing harder as he nears his climax. He pushes into my swollen pussy a few more times and lets out a grunt as his orgasm rips from him.
“Take it,” he murmurs into my ear.
“Take all of it baby girl.”
I feel it all, I feel his seed spilling out of him and into me. I feel him fill me up and I’m so full. He doesn’t pull out of me, he stays buried deep inside of me until he’s finished.
My knees give out and he catches me in his arms. He carries me to the bed and even though we’re still wet, he climbs into bed with me.
“My Queen,” he murmurs.
“Will you hold me… for a little longer?” I whisper.
“I’ll hold you for as long as you want,” he tells me.
He brings his body down over mine, his lips near my ear, his arm under me, his hand gripping my breast. We lay like that, his hand squeezing, his lips caressing my neck.
His other hand lifts my thigh up, and the next thing I feel is his fat cock against my wet folds. He pushes in, and I moan as he slides in and out of me at a deliciously slow pace.
He shifts the angle of his hips and thrusts into me, picking up his pace. Viktor’s fingers find my clit and he rubs circles around my clit and I throw my head back and moan.
“You like that don’t you?” He says into my ear. His hips are thrusting faster and he pulls all the way out of me and thrusts into me. Viktor lets out a groan as he jerks inside of me and we finish together. I feel a feather-light kiss against my neck as exhaustion takes me.