Page 55 of Ruinous Need
“Yours. Viktor Zakharov’s.”
“That’s right. And even if you become his wife, you’ll always have been my whore first.”
He pulls me close to him and lifts me to the bed, each step across the room jolting his bulge against my clit until I burn with desire for him.
I straddle him and unbuckle his pants. He pushes me to my knees.
“Let’s put those tears in your eyes for a good reason.”
Viktor watches me carefully, his eyes hot on mine, as I spit and swirl my tongue around his head before I take his veiny cock into my mouth.
I’m tentative at first, trying to adjust my lips to his thickness and size.
“That’s cute, screamer, but I’m going to make you swallow it.” He wraps his hands loosely in my hair and pulls me onto his cock.
He taps my cheek where it bulges with his hardness. “You look so fucking pretty like this. All teary-eyed and full of my cock.”
He lets me go, and I try to do what he showed me.
“Deeper.”
“Again.”
“That’s it,” he hisses in a low voice when finally I take him deep enough to hit the back of my throat. I try to swallow him, but can’t help the spasm my throat gives as my gag reflex is triggered.
His hands tighten in my hair, and he holds me in place as he thrusts his hips into my mouth.
I can see every inch intensifying the pleasure on his face until his eyelids flutter shut.
“Fuck, screamer,” his voice is low and strained in a way I’ve never heard before. “You better be ready to swallow.”
I open my throat and do my best. As he slides out of my mouth, stroking my face, I lick a drop of cum from the edge of my lips.
“Such a good cocksucker.”
He pulls me to my feet with a hand in my hair and kisses me while he positions me between his legs.
“Already?” I say, shocked when I feel his hardness.
“Didn’t you know? I’m insatiable when it comes to my favorite whore.”
Then Viktor pulls me right onto his cock, knocking the air from my lungs as he slams into me in one long stroke.
In moments like these, I’ve stopped feeling ashamed, even as he calls me degrading names, even as he controls me as if I’m an object. Only his eyes reveal that he’s unwinding too, coming apart below me until he’s ravenous to sink inside me deep.
Viktor has a filthy mouth, and he fucks me like he’s claiming me. But I crave it.
I don’t think he knows how to act on anything other than instinct. He’s not slow. He’s not gentle. He rams himself into my pussy with unthinking need.
He wraps his hand around my throat until I choke out a promise that I’m his.
He calls me his whore, his slut, in a tender and soothing voice that makes me want him more.
I crave the moment when his eyes darken with lust and he becomes wholly possessive, letting go of that restraint. The moment when there are no boundaries between us.
When I scream out and pulse around him and he finishes inside me, burying his teeth in my shoulder. It’s not enough for him to fill me up, he wants to physically mark me too, leaving trails of hickeys and bite marks along my skin and the shadows of his powerful desire on my hips.
And afterwards, he kisses every place where he’s left a mark.
