Page 15 of Astrid at Sea

“You’re not ready,” he protested weakly.

“But I am,” I insisted, the sound coming out a breathy moan.

“Astrid,” Viktor groaned and shook his head, forcing his eyes away from me. “I don’t want to rush you into anything you’re not ready for.”

“You’re not rushing me into anything,” I denied. “I want this, Viktor. I want you.”

His voice was coarse. “I don’t want you to regret this in the morning.”

“I could never regret you.” I closed the distance between us and rose on my tiptoes to whisper against his lips, “I love you, Viktor.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

“Say that again,” Viktor demanded in a shaky voice, sounding like he was hanging on by a thread.

“I love you, Viktor,” I whispered again against his lips. “So much.”

“I love you too, Astrid. More than you can imagine,” he exhaled and pulled me flush against his body. “Are you sure about this?”

“I’m more sure of this than anything else in my life,” I promised. “Will you let me have you, Viktor?” I asked in the sultriest voice I could muster, desperate to seduce him to have his wicked ways with me.

This man loved me more than any man could ever love me. I had never been more certain of anything else, and it was time to take our relationship to the next level.

“If we do this, there’s no going back, my siren,” Viktor warned me as he pulled down the waistband of his underwear, freeing his cock.

He fisted it at the base and pumped it slowly, his eyes trailing down my body. Mine did the same to his, my entire body heating up when they fell on his cock.

His big, thick, meaty cock.

“The same goes for you, pirate,” I smiled flirtatiously and walked backwards to the bed, lowering myself onto it. “Won’t you join me?” I spread my legs, beckoning my husband.

“You don’t need to ask me twice,” Viktor chuckled, still pumping his cock as he approached me. When he lowered himself on the bed, he placed a hand on my shoulder and pushed me to lay on my back. “This is your last chance to stop me,” he murmured throatily, looming over me. He dropped himself to his knees and gently pressed his lips against mine.

“That’s not happening,” I groaned and reached my arms up to wrap around his neck, desperate to close the little distance that remained between us. “I want you, Viktor. Stop denying me. Stop denying your wife.”

He groaned and pressed his lips harder against mine. “I could never deny you, my siren.”

One moment, I could feel him resisting, his touch and kiss gentle, almost as if afraid that he would hurt me. The next moment, he was bruising my lips with his and his hands were everywhere. One hand was under my thigh, the fingertips digging into my skin as he raised my leg and hooked it over his hip, opening me up to him. His other hand was on my breast, squeezing, rubbing and pinching my nipples, alternating between them both to give equal attention.

When his hardened cock pressed against my pussy, only an inch away from my seeping hole, I moaned and arched my back.

“Viktor,” I whined, one hand lost in his hair while the other trailed down his chest, desperate to feel my husband’s cock.

“Astrid,” he groaned back, but I swallowed the sound in a hungry kiss.

“I need you inside of me, Viktor,” I all but begged him, desperate to feel the pleasure which I knew only my husband could give me.

“How do you want it, my siren?” His kisses trailed down my neck and shoulders until he reached my pebbled nipples, immediately sucking one into his mouth. “Gentle?” He switched to my other nipple. “Or hard?” To emphasise his point, his teeth raked over the hardened nub, sucking greedily.

“Hard,” I exhaled in frustration, squirming underneath him as I tried to get his cock to slip into my pussy. The thick, mushroom tip kept brushing and prodding between my lips, but he wouldn’t give me what I really wanted.

Before I could raise my hips and demand that he get inside me right now, Viktor pulled his hips back and slammed into me. True to his word, he entered me hard, and my eyes immediately rolled into the back of my head. The pain from having my virginity taken was overpowered by the sheer pleasure of his thick, throbbing cock deep inside of me.

I had thought the feeling of his cock down my throat had been amazing, but it was nothing compared to the feel of him inside of me, forcing my pussy to stretch to accommodate his thick cock.

“Astrid?” Viktor called out my name, his voice strained. “Are you okay, my siren?”

“Yes,” I moaned and nodded, forcing my eyes open. “It feels so good.Youfeel so good inside me,” I moaned wantonly. “I need you to move, Viktor. I need more.”

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