Page 28 of Viktor at Sea

“If you don’t tell me what you want, we’ll have to stop,” I whispered against her mouth, sucking lazily on her bottom lip.

When she moaned and arched her back, pressing her voluptuous breasts and pointed nipples against my chest, my lips stretched into a cocky grin against her mouth.

“I don’t want to stop,” she moaned wantonly against my mouth, hungrily kissing me back.

“Then tell me how badly you want my cock, my siren.”

“So badly,” she whimpered and pressed a hand to the centre of my chest, slowly trailing it down. “I want it so badly. Please give it to me.”

When her fingers grazed my heavy balls, my hips jerked, and the tip of my cock accidentally thrust inside of her. Our wide eyes met, and I watched as her lips curled into a wicked smirk.

With a low moan, she crossed her legs around my hips and pressed the soles of her feet into my ass, forcing me a few inches deeper inside of her. I couldn’t resist giving her a few deep thrusts before I pulled out again, resting my cock between her pussy lips.

“Viktor!” She whined and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling it in frustration. “This is torture! Why do you keep stopping?”

“Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll fuck you the way you want, my siren,” I growled, nipping at her throat. “Tell me. Let me hear it.”

Her nails teasingly trailed down the expanse of my chest toward my neither region. Her fingers were hot to the touch as her hand got lower and lower until finally, my cock felt like it was on fire. I groaned and pressed my face between her breasts as she fisted my cock and gave it a few pumps before she guided it back into her hot, greedy little pussy.

“Your cock. I want your cock so badly,” she whispered the dirty words and thrust her hips up at the same time, taking in as much of me as she possibly could.

A tormented groan escaped me, and I could hold myself back no longer.

My mouth latched onto a rosy, hardened nipple, sucking gently. The stark opposite of the way I was drilling myself into her, bottoming out inside her each time. My balls slapped against the soft curve of her ass, and I alternated between her hard nipples, moaning with them in my mouth as her pussy squeezed me tight, hungry for the milky cum my cock promised.

I wanted to last longer, but with the way she was moaning loudly and lifting her hips to meet me for each thrust, her hot pussy desperately sucking me back into her each time, never wanting my cock to leave her, it just wasn’t possible.

Needing her to come first, I slipped a hand between our joined bodies and pressed my thumb to her throbbing clit, roughly rubbing it between hard thrusts.

A long, erotic moan escaped her parted lips as her pussy walls clamped around my shaft, coming hard. I managed three more hard thrusts before I slammed my hips against hers for the last time, coming harder than I had ever cum before.

Her pussy clenched tightly around my cock as I shot my cum deep inside her, painting her walls and filling her withmy seed. I couldn’t resist a few more soft thrusts to draw out both our orgasms, but the wet squelching of our bodies meeting was so erotic that I felt myself begin to harden inside her once again.

When I finished coming inside her, I woke up. And that’s when I knew.

It may have just been a wet dream, my gutter mind and dirty imagination getting the better of me, but one thing was clear to me. I wanted that. Not just sex with Astrid every night, but Astrid herself.

In my bed.Ourbed. In our hut.

I already wanted Astrid, but that dream put it into a whole new perspective for me.

I wantedus.

I wanted to wake up every morning with Astrid in my arms and fall asleep at night with her face as the last thing I saw. I wanted to spend lazy Sunday mornings with her in bed, just talking and cuddling and getting handsy, only getting up to have lunch with her family. I wanted to come home every evening knowing that Astrid and Kis were waiting for me in our hut, and I wanted her to be the first person I told everything to. All the good and the bad, and everything in between.

I just wanted her. Period.

I couldn’t waste any more time. Not when my feelings for her grew exponentially stronger with each passing day. And then there was the fact that she couldn’t accept my proposal if Crosby got there first. I had no idea if she would accept his proposal, but I wasn’t willing to take any chances.

I needed to propose to Astrid, and I needed to do it today.

Rubbing a hand over my groggy face, I sat up in bed and threw back the sheets. After a quick wash, I pulled on my best tunic and pair of trousers and grabbed the small box I kept hidden in the back of my chested drawers. It was the mostprecious thing I owned and the only thing I had left of my parents. My mother always wanted me to use it to propose to the love of my life, and today, both of our dreams will come true.

I just hoped she said yes.

Walking to the Skau hut with the small box burning a hole in my pocket and my stomach feeling like it was tied in a tight, twisted knot, I had never felt more nervous in my entire life.

Was it too soon?

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