Page 66 of Violent Love: Viktor
“I saw from your message,” I said, my voice as dry as the Sahara.“Did you cum?”
She shook her head again.
Couldn’t.
“Whose pussy is that,Suka?” I asked, kicking my trousers off.
“Yours, Master.”
“Did I say fuck yourself with a cucumber this morning before I left?”
She shook her head again.
“You said find a purpose.” She shrugged.
“Yes, I seem to have forgotten what a greedy girl you are,” I said, pushing my boxers off.
Her eyes were glued to me, and she nibbled her lower lip.
“Did you eat?” I asked.
“The cucumber. But it tasted funny.”
Despite myself, I fought the urge to laugh.
How could I be angry? I was the one who created her habits.
She sucked my cock every single morning like her life depended on it. I’d give her what she wanted.
I dragged her by the ankles, yanking her down the bed like the disobedient little bitch she was. Then I climbed over her, knees planted beside her shoulders, cock heavy and hard above her face.
“Open up,Suka,” I growled, slapping the tip of my cock against her lips.“Show me how fucking starved you are.”
She opened wide. I didn’t wait. I shoved my cock straight into her mouth, tilted my hips, and planted my hands on the bed. No mercy. I was ready to pound her throat until she cried.
“If you’re so hungry for cock, take it all,” I snarled, pressing down.
Her throat stretched to take me, the head of my cock locking in place. She gagged, choked—music to my ears. I didn’t let her adjust. I drove my hips forward, rough and fast, until her head bounced off the bed from the force.
“You don’t touch my pussy,” I growled, my cock slamming into her throat again and again. Her muscles clamped tight around me, trying to catch up with my pace, but I didn’t slow down.
I jackhammered into her, balls smacking her soaked chin. Her throat softened, finally taking every brutal thrust. And when I bottomed out, I ground down into her masked face, rotating my hips, cock buried to the root.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned, the heat of her throat gripping me like a goddamn vice.“You feel so fucking good.”
She moaned around me, the sound wet and desperate.
Right—she still needed air.
I took my time—fucking her slow, fast, ferocious. Pausing only when the need to cum crept too close. By the time her mask was smeared in spit and filth, I pulled out.
“Since you’ve already seen to your cunt,” I said, climbing off the bed,“turn around and give me your asshole.”
She was still gasping for air, but obedient. She flipped onto her stomach, arms limp, legs parted.
I grabbed my belt from the floor, folded it in half, and snapped it once—loud and sharp.
SNAP.
