Page 54 of Violent Love: Viktor
“You gonna squirt for me, fuckpet?” he hissed.“You gonna drench this cock like the useless, ruined cumbucket you are?”
“Yes—Master—please—”
He slammed in and stilled.
“You cum when I say.”
“Yes, Master,” I sobbed.
The pressure was unbearable. Every thrust scraped a scream from my throat.
Then he shifted his hips and angled deeper.
His cock hit that devastating place. The one he’d memorised.
I spasmed.
“Don’t. You. Dare,” he growled.
I bit the inside of my cheek. Tears ran down my face.
His fingers slid between us and barely touched my clit.
A spark.
A detonation.
My whole body locked.
“Cum.”
It exploded out of me—wet, hot, devastating.
My scream ripped through the air as my cunt clenched and squirted violently around his cock.
He didn’t stop. He rode me through it. Made it worse.
“I said again.”
He fucked me harder.
Faster.
I shattered again.
And again.
Until I was gasping, sobbing, and drooling, but still needing more.
“Who does this ruined pussy belong to?”
“You, Master,” I slurred.“It’s yours. I’m yours. Forever.”
There was no reply.
His cock pounded into me.
Heavy. Deep. Unrelenting.
