Chapter 3: Rising Action
Grisha leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Vika's face. A smirk played on his lips, and his gaze was filled with a challenge. "So, Vika, what do you say? Ready to throw caution to the wind and embrace the unknown?"
Vika felt her cheeks flush, both from the heat of the coffee and the intensity of Grisha's stare. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest like a trapped bird. "I... I don't know, Grisha. That's not really me.
I'm... I'm not like the girls you're used to." Vika's voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes cast downwards, avoiding Grisha's piercing gaze.
Grisha reached out, gently tilting her chin up with his fingers. His touch was warm, sending a jolt through Vika's body. "And what kind of girls am I used to, Vika?" he asked, his voice soft yet laced with a hint of challenge.
Vika bit her lip, her mind racing. "You know, the... the confident ones. The ones who are...
experienced." Vika's voice faltered, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Grisha chuckled, his thumb tracing a path along her jawline. "And you think that's a bad thing? That I can't handle someone like you, Vika? Someone pure?"
Vika swallowed hard, her eyes flicking up to meet his. "I just... I don't want to disappoint you."
Grisha's expression softened, and he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone. "Vika, baby, there's nothing you could do that would disappoint me.
But I think you're selling yourself short. I think you're capable of so much more than you give yourself credit for." Grisha's hand moved from her chin, his fingers trailing down her neck, her collarbone, until they came to rest at the top button of her blouse.
Vika's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat radiating from Grisha's body, could see the desire burning in his eyes. She knew she should stop him, push him away, but her body refused to listen to her mind.
She could only watch, her eyes wide, as Grisha's fingers deftly undid the first button of her blouse, then the second, revealing more and more of her creamy skin.
His knuckles brushed against her, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel her nipples hardening, pushing against the fabric of her bra, aching for his touch.
Grisha's gaze flicked up to hers, a smirk playing on his lips. "You like that, don't you, Vika? You like me touching you."
She bit her lip, unable to form a response.
She could only stare at him, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. Grisha took her silence as consent, his fingers moving to the next button, then the next, until her blouse was completely open, revealing the lacy cups of her bra.
"So fucking beautiful," he murmured, his knuckles brushing against her skin. Vika shivered, her breath hitching in her throat. She had never been so exposed, so vulnerable. And yet, she felt no shame, no embarrassment. Instead, she felt alive, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation.
Grisha's gaze never left hers as he reached out, running a finger along the edge of her bra. Her breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.
"Tell me, Vika," he said, his voice low and husky, "have you ever touched yourself? Have you ever made yourself come?"
Vika's cheeks flushed, her eyes widening in shock. "Grisha!" she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.
He chuckled, a dark, seductive sound that sent shivers down her spine. "It's okay, baby. No judgment here.
Just you and me, exploring what makes you feel good." His finger dipped lower, tracing the edge of her bra, dangerously close to her nipple. Vika squirmed, her breath coming in short gasps. She knew she should stop him, but her body betrayed her, arching into his touch.
"Not yet, Grisha," she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible.
He smirked, his hand moving back up to her shoulder, tracing patterns on her skin. "You're right, Vika. We should take this slow.
Grisha's voice was a low rumble, but Vika could still hear the hunger in it. She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She was ready for this, ready to explore the unknown with Grisha.
He stood up, holding out his hand to her. "Come on, let's go to your room."
Vika hesitated for a moment before taking his hand. She led him upstairs, her heart pounding in her ears. She could feel his gaze on her, could feel the heat radiating from his body. She unlocked her bedroom door and stepped inside, Grisha close behind her.
The room was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the simple elegance of her space. The scent of lavender wafted through the air, a stark contrast to the tension that hung heavy between them.
Grisha closed the door behind him, the click resonating like a starting pistol. He turned to face her, his eyes dark with desire. "Undress for me, Vika," he commanded, his voice firm yet gentle.
Vika hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never stripped for anyone before, never bared herself so completely.
But there was something about Grisha's gaze, something that made her want to please him, to give him what he wanted. She took a deep breath, her fingers trembling as she reached for the hem of her blouse.
Grisha watched her, his eyes never leaving hers. "That's it, baby. Slowly," he encouraged, his voice a low rumble.
Vika pulled her blouse up, inch by inch, revealing her stomach, her ribs, her bra. She could feel Grisha's gaze on her, hot and intense, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
She paused, her blouse halfway up, her heart pounding in her chest. Grisha's eyes flicked to hers, a smirk playing on his lips. "Don't stop now, Vika. You're doing so well."
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't stop. She pulled her blouse up over her head, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before him in her bra and skirt, her hands trembling at her sides. Grisha's gaze swept over her, lingering on her curves, and she could see the hunger in his eyes.
"Your skirt," he said, his voice a low growl.
"Take it off."
Vika's fingers fumbled with the zipper, her heart pounding in her ears. She pushed the skirt down, stepping out of it, standing before Grisha in nothing but her bra and panties. She could feel the cool air on her skin, could feel the heat of Grisha's gaze.
"Fuck, Vika," he breathed, his eyes dark with desire. "You're so fucking gorgeous."
She blushed at his words, her body tingling with anticipation. Grisha reached out, his fingers tracing the edge of her bra.
She could feel her nipples hardening, pushing against the fabric, aching for his touch. He smirked, his gaze locked onto hers.
"You want me to touch you, don't you, Vika?" His voice was low, husky, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her core.
She bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. She was beyond words, beyond coherent thought. All she could do was nod, her eyes never leaving his.
Grisha chuckled, a dark, seductive sound that made her knees weak.
"Good girl," he murmured, his fingers trailing along the edge of her bra, tracing the curve of her breast. Vika gasped, her nipples hardening even more, aching for his touch.
"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Grisha's smirk widened, and he leaned in closer, his breath hot on her ear. "Please what, Vika? Tell me what you want."
She blushed, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never been so bold, so open about her desires.
But there was something about Grisha, something that made her want to be a different version of herself. A version that wasn't shy or innocent. A version that knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to ask for it.
"Please... touch me," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Grisha's smirk widened, and he leaned back, his eyes never leaving hers. "With pleasure, baby," he growled, his hands reaching behind her to unhook her bra.
The fabric fell away, revealing her breasts to him. She gasped, her nipples hardening even more under his gaze.
Grisha's eyes darkened, and he reached out, cupping one of her breasts in his hand. His thumb brushed against her nipple, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her core.
"Fuck, Vika," he growled, his voice low and husky. "Your tits are perfect. I can't wait to feel them in my mouth." His other hand moved to her panties, slipping underneath the fabric to cup her pussy. Vika gasped, her hips bucking at the sudden contact. Grisha chuckled, his fingers tracing her slit, feeling her wetness.
"Someone's eager," he murmured, his thumb finding her clit and circling it slowly. Vika moaned, her head falling back, her hips moving in rhythm with his hand. Grisha took advantage of her exposed neck, leaning in to suck and bite at her skin, marking her.
Vika gasped, her hands flying to his hair, gripping it tightly. He growled against her, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine. His fingers never stopped their dance on her clit, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
"Grisha, please," she begged, her voice hoarse with need. "I need more."
He chuckled darkly, his breath hot on her ear. "More what, Vika?
She blushed, but the desire burning through her veins gave her the courage to speak. "I want your cock, Grisha.
I want you to fuck me," Vika gasped out, her eyes wild with desire. Grisha's smirk widened, and he leaned back, his gaze never leaving hers.
"Fuck, Vika, you're full of surprises today," he growled, his hands moving to his belt. He undid it with a swift flick, his eyes never leaving hers. "You sure about this, baby? Once we start, I'm not going to be gentle."
Vika bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest.
She knew she should be scared, should be questioning her own sanity, but all she could think about was how much she wanted him. How much she needed him to fill that ache inside her.
"Fuck me, Grisha," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please."
Grisha's smirk widened, and he stood up, towering over her. "As you wish, baby," he growled, his hands moving to his pants.
He undid the button, then the zipper, pushing them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, hard and ready, and Vika's eyes widened at the sight of it. It was thick and long, the tip glistening with pre-cum. A shiver ran down her spine, a mix of excitement and nervousness.
Grisha chuckled at her reaction, wrapping a hand around his shaft. "Like what you see, Vika?" he asked, stroking himself slowly.
She nodded, her mouth suddenly dry. "Yes," she whispered, her eyes never leaving his cock.
"I do."
Grisha's smirk widened, and he stepped closer, his hand still stroking his length. "Then come here, baby. Let me show you what you've been missing."
Vika hesitantly stepped forward, her heart pounding in her chest. Grisha reached out, his hand wrapping around the back of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. His lips were aggressive, demanding, his tongue pushing into her mouth, exploring every inch of it. She moaned, her body pressing against his, feeling his hard cock against her stomach.
He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "Get on your knees, Vika," Grisha commanded , his voice a low growl.
Vika hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never been so vulnerable, so exposed. But the hunger in Grisha's eyes was too much to resist. She slowly sank to her knees, her eyes never leaving his.
Grisha smirked, his hand still stroking his cock. "Good girl," he murmured, his eyes roaming over her body. "Now, open your mouth."
Vika licked her lips, her heart pounding in her ears. She had never done this before, had never taken a man's cock into her mouth.
But she wanted to, oh how she wanted to. She wanted to taste him, to feel him in her mouth, to make him groan with pleasure. She tentatively stuck out her tongue, licking the bead of pre-cum off the tip of his cock. Grisha groaned, his hand fisting in her hair, guiding her head closer.
"Fuck, Vika, that feels so good," he growled, his hips bucking slightly, pushing his cock further into her mouth. She opened wider, taking him in, inch by inch.
Grisha's grip on her hair tightened, guiding her, urging her to take more. She could feel him hitting the back of her throat, could feel tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
"Jesus, Vika," he groaned, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. "Your mouth feels so fucking good."
She hummed around him, her eyes watering, but determination burning in her. She wanted to make him feel good, wanted to make him lose control. She reached up, cupping his balls, massaging them gently. Suddenly, Grisha instead of calling her a good girl he suddenly said "Good slut" Vika's eyes widened in shock, but the heat between her legs intensified at the crude words. She looked up at Grisha, his eyes dark with lust, and she realized she liked it. She liked being his slut, his plaything.
"Fuck, you look so hot on your knees, baby," Grisha growled, his hips thrusting forward, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, but the sensation only seemed to turn him on more. "Relax your throat, slut.
You can take it," Grisha commanded, his fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her head. Vika tried to do as he said, her eyes watering as he pushed deeper. She could feel his cock pulsing in her mouth, feel the pre-cum leaking out, salty and warm. She hummed around him, her tongue swirling over his length, tasting every inch of him.
Grisha groaned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, fucking her mouth.
"That's it, slut. Take my cock like a good girl." Vika could feel her pussy throbbing, her clit aching with need. She had never seen this side of Grisha, never imagined he could be so dominant, so filthy. And yet, she loved it. She loved being his slut, loved feeling his cock in her mouth, loved hearing the dirty words that spilled from his lips.
Suddenly, Grisha pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva. "Get up," he commanded, his voice harsh. Vika stumbled to her feet, her legs shaking.
Grisha grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up and throwing her onto the bed. She bounced slightly, her heart pounding in her chest. He climbed onto the bed, his eyes never leaving hers, his cock hard and ready.
"Spread your legs, Vika," he growled, his voice low and commanding. She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her ears. But the hunger in his eyes was too much to resist. She slowly spread her legs, her pussy throbbing with anticipation.
Grisha's gaze dropped to her center, his eyes darkening with desire.
"Fuck, Vika, you're soaking wet," he growled, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties. She gasped, her hips bucking at the contact. He smirked, his fingers slipping underneath the fabric, feeling her wetness. "I need you inside me."
He chuckled darkly, his fingers finding her clit and circling it slowly. "Not yet, baby. I want to taste you first."
Before she could respond, he leaned down, his mouth replacing his fingers.
Vika gasped, her back arching off the bed as his tongue licked her pussy, slow and thorough. He groaned against her, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine. He was relentless, his tongue exploring every inch of her, fucking her with it, tasting her.
"Oh god, Grisha," she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him in place. He growled against her, his tongue moving to her clit, sucking it into his mouth. She cried out, her hips bucking, fucking his face.
Grisha gripped her thighs, holding her in place, his tongue and lips working in tandem, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Vika could feel her orgasm building, the pressure in her core growing, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Grisha, I'm gonna... I'm gonna come," she panted, her fingers tightening in his hair. He growled against her, his tongue fucking her harder, faster. She screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her.
Grisha kept his mouth on her, his tongue moving relentlessly, drawing out her pleasure. When her body finally stilled, he kissed his way up her stomach, her ribs, her breasts, until he reached her mouth. He kissed her deeply, passionately, and she could taste herself on his lips, on his tongue, and it only served to turn her on even more.
"Fuck me, Grisha," she whispered against his mouth, her hands already fumbling with his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. He helped her, tearing it off and tossing it aside.
Then he stood up, his cock throbbing and ready. "Turn over, Vika," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never fucked like this before, never been so open, so vulnerable. She turned over, her ass in the air, her head resting on her hands. She could feel the cool air on her pussy, could feel the heat of Grisha's gaze. He growled, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back towards him. "Vika tell me who you are?" Grisha asked with a smile . She knew what he wanted her to say, but the words felt foreign, dirty somehow. She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "I'm your slut, Grisha," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Louder, Vika. I want to hear you say it."
She swallowed hard, her body tingling with anticipation. "I'm your slut, Grisha," she repeated, her voice stronger this time.
"That's right, baby. You're my little slut," he growled, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks, spreading them apart. She could feel the cool air on her pussy, could feel the heat of his gaze. She squirmed, her heart pounding in her chest. "Please, Grisha," she begged, her voice hoarse with need. "Please what, Vika?" he taunted, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties.
"Please fuck me," she whispered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. But the hunger in his eyes only grew, and she knew he liked it.
"You want it dirty, don't you, slut?" he growled, his fingers digging into her skin. "You want me to fuck you hard, to use you, to make you scream."
Vika could only nod, her body aching with need. "Yes," she whispered, her voice raw with desire. "I want it all, Grisha. I want you to fuck me like a whore."
Grisha smirked, his eyes darkening with lust. "Your wish is my command, baby," he growled, his hands moving to her panties, tearing them off in one swift motion.
Vika gasped, her eyes widening at the sudden exposure. He leaned down, his breath hot on her ear. "You have no idea how many times I've imagined this, Vika. How many times I've dreamed of fucking you like this."
Vika's heart pounded in her chest, her body aching with anticipation. She could feel his cock pressed against her ass, hard and ready. She wiggled her hips, rubbing against him, teasing him.
"Fuck, Vika," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tighter. "You're playing with fire, baby."
She smirked, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Maybe I want to get burned," she purred, her eyes filled with mischief.
Grisha growled, his hands moving to her ass, spreading her cheeks apart. He lined himself up with her entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against her. "Last chance to back out, Vika," he warned, his voice low and husky.
She shook her head, her breath coming in short gasps.
"I don't want to back out, Grisha. I want you to fuck me. Hard." Her words were barely a whisper, but they spurred him on, his cock throbbing at her dirty talk.
He smirked, his grip on her hips tightening. "As you wish, slut," he growled, pushing his cock into her, inch by inch. Vika gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets, her back arching as he filled her. He was thicker than anything she'd ever felt, stretching her, invading her. Suddenly Vicki's phone rang and it said "Ex-boyfriend Max" on it. "I didn't know you had a boyfriend," Grisha said , pulling out of her, his cock glistening with her juices. "I don't, not anymore," Vika replied, her breath coming in short gasps. "He's just someone I used to date." "Well, let's give him something to listen to then, shall we?" Before Vika could respond, he flipped her onto her back, pushing her legs up and spreading them wide. "Hold your legs up, slut," he commanded, his voice firm.
Vika quickly complied, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her clit aching with need. Grisha smirked, his eyes roaming over her body, lingering on her pussy. "Look at you, all spread out for me. You look so fucking sexy, Vika." He reached down, his fingers tracing her slit, feeling her wetness. "Fuck, you're soaking, baby. You must really want my cock." She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Ready, slut?" he asked, his voice low and husky. She nodded again, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes, Grisha. Fuck me." "Your wish is my command," he growled, thrusting into her hard and fast.
Vika gasped, her back arching off the bed as he filled her completely. He was thick and long, stretching her, invading her. Suddenly Grisha turned on the video link on Vicki's phone and placed it on the bed so that he could be seen fucking her. "Hey Max, want to watch me fuck your ex-girlfriend hard?" Grisha said with a wicked smirk. Vika gasped, her eyes widened at the sight of the phone and the thought of Max watching them. But the thought of being watched only served to turn her on even more. Grisha noticed her reaction and smirked. "You like that, don't you, slut?
You like knowing someone's watching you get fucked," Grisha growled, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his cock thrusting in and out of her. Vika could only moan in response, her body arching to meet his, her eyes flicking to the phone where she could see Max's stunned face.
"Say it, Vika. Tell me you like it," Grisha commanded, his fingers digging into her hips, pulling her harder onto his cock.
"I... I like it," she panted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and lust.
"I like knowing he's watching me get fucked by you, Grisha."
Grisha's smirk widened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Good girl," he murmured, his hips moving faster, his cock thrusting into her harder. "You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you, Vika? Getting off on being watched."
Vika could only moan in response, her body writhing beneath him, her hips meeting his thrusts. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure in her core growing, her breath coming in short gasps.
Grisha could sense her impending release, his fingers digging into her hips, pulling her harder onto his cock.
"Come for me, Vika," he growled, his hips moving in a steady, relentless rhythm. "Come all over my cock while Max watches."
Vika's eyes flicked to the phone, to Max's stunned face, and it only served to push her closer to the edge. She could feel her pussy clenching around Grisha's cock, her body tensing as her orgasm washed over her.
She screamed, her back arching, her fingers digging into his back, holding him close. Grisha groaned, his hips moving in short, sharp thrusts, fucking her through her orgasm, drawing it out, making it last. He leaned down, his lips finding hers, his tongue pushing into her mouth, swallowing her cries.
When her body finally stilled, he pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. "That was just the beginning, slut," he growled, his voice low and husky. "I'm not done with you yet."
Vika's eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest.
"What do you mean, 'you're not done with me yet'?" she panted, her body still tingling from her orgasm.
Grisha smirked, his eyes never leaving hers. "I mean exactly what I said, baby," he growled, his hands moving to her breasts, squeezing them roughly. "I've been fantasizing about fucking you for years, Vika. And now that I've had a taste, I'm not ready to stop."
Vika gasped, her nipples hardening under his touch.
"Grisha, I can't... I mean, I've never..." she stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Grisha chuckled, his eyes darkening with lust. "Never what, baby? Never had a man touch you like this? Never had a man make you come so hard you saw stars?"
Vika nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Grisha smirked, his hands moving to her ass, lifting her up, positioning her over his cock.
"Well, baby, it's about time you did," he growled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Tonight, I'm going to show you what you've been missing. I'm going to fuck you in ways you've never even imagined."
Vika gasped, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel his cock pressed against her pussy, hard and ready. "Is that a promise?" she purred, her eyes filled with mischief.
Grisha's smirk widened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.
"Oh, it's more than a promise, baby," he growled, his hands squeezing her ass, pulling her closer. "It's a fucking guarantee."
Vika shivered, her body aching with anticipation. She could feel his cock throbbing against her pussy, and she wiggled her hips, rubbing against him, teasing him.
Grisha groaned, his fingers digging into her skin. "Fuck, Vika, you're playing with fire," he warned, his voice low and husky.
She smirked, her eyes filled with mischief. Max do you like Vika asked Grisha , while staring at the phone. "Fuck yes," Max replied, his voice hoarse with desire. "You want to watch me fuck her some more? Make her scream?" Grisha asked, his eyes never leaving Vika's. Max nodded eagerly, his eyes glued to the screen. "Yes, please," he begged, his hand moving to his cock, stroking it slowly. Grisha chuckled, his eyes roaming over Vika's body. "As you wish," he growled, his hands moving to her breasts, squeezing them roughly.
"But first, I want to see you play with yourself. Show me how you make yourself come, Vika."
Vika's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "What? Here? Now?" she stammered, her heart pounding in her chest.
Grisha nodded, his eyes darkening with lust. "Yes, baby. Right here, right now. I want to watch you finger that pretty little pussy of yours."
Vika hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking to the phone where Max was watching, his hand moving faster over his cock.
She felt a pang of embarrassment, but the hunger in Grisha's eyes, the raw desire, was too much to resist. She took a deep breath, her fingers moving slowly down her body, tracing the curve of her breasts, her stomach, until they reached her pussy.
She could feel Grisha's eyes on her, could feel the heat of his gaze as she spread her legs wider, giving him, and Max, a clear view. She tentatively touched herself, her fingers tracing her slit, feeling her wetness. She gasped at the contact, her back arching slightly.
She had never touched herself like this before, never been so open, so vulnerable. But the hunger in Grisha's eyes, the raw desire, spurred her on. She circled her clit slowly, her fingers moving in tight, little circles, building pressure.
"Fuck, Vika, that's so hot," Grisha growled, his eyes never leaving her pussy. "Show me how you like it, baby. Show me how you make yourself come."
Vika bit her lip, her eyes flicking to the phone where Max was watching, his hand moving faster over his cock.
She could see the hunger in his eyes, the raw desire, and it only served to turn her on even more. She slipped a finger inside herself, her eyes never leaving Grisha's.
"Fuck, Vika, that's it," he growled, his voice low and husky. "Show me how you fuck yourself."
She added another finger, her hips moving in a steady rhythm, fucking herself on her fingers.
"Grisha, I'm...
I'm close," she panted, her hips moving faster, her fingers fucking her harder.
Grisha groaned, his cock throbbing at the sight of her. "Fuck, Vika, you look so fucking hot. I need to taste you again."
Before she could respond, he leaned down, his mouth replacing her fingers, his tongue licking her pussy, fucking her with it. Vika cried out, her back arching, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him in place.
Grisha growled against her, his tongue fucking her harder, faster, drawing out her pleasure.
"Grisha, I'm... I'm gonna come," she panted, her hips bucking, fucking his face. He growled against her, his tongue moving to her clit, sucking it into his mouth, sending her over the edge. She screamed, her body convulsing, her pussy gushing over his tongue.
Grisha groaned, licking every drop, savoring her taste. "Fuck, Vika, you taste so fucking good," he growled, his eyes dark with lust. "I could eat your pussy all day."
Vika could only moan in response, her body still trembling from her orgasm. But Grisha wasn't done with her yet. He stood up, his cock throbbing and ready. "Turn over, Vika," he commanded, his voice firm. "I want to fuck you from behind." Grisha's voice was low and commanding, sending shivers down Vika's spine. She had never been taken like that before, never been so exposed, so vulnerable. But the hunger in Grisha's eyes, the raw desire, was too much to resist.
"Yes, Grisha," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Max what's it like to watch me fuck the girl you love?" Grisha asked
"Are you ready for my cock, slut?" She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. I'm ready." "Good girl," he growled, his hands moving to her ass, spreading her cheeks apart.
Vika whimpered, her fingers gripping the sheets, her back arching as he lined himself up with her entrance. "Grisha, please," she begged, her voice hoarse with need. "Please what, slut?" he taunted, his fingers digging into her skin. "Max what's it like to watch me fuck the girl you love?" Grisha asked , his eyes flicking to the phone where Max was watching, his hand moving furiously over his cock.
Max's voice was ragged, "It's fucking hot, Grisha. I've never seen her like this. I've never made her scream like that."
Grisha smirked, his eyes never leaving Vika's ass. "That's because you were a fucking pussy, Max. You didn't know how to handle a woman like Vika. But don't worry, I'll teach her everything she needs to know."
Vika whimpered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and lust.
Grisha's words, his filthy mouth, only served to turn her on even more.
"Please, Grisha," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please fuck me." "With pleasure, baby," he growled, his hips moving forward, his cock pushing into her inch by inch.
Vika gasped, her back arching as he filled her completely. He was thick and long, stretching her, invading her.
She could feel every inch of him, every ridge, every vein. He was so big, so thick, she could barely take him all. But she wanted to. She wanted to feel him deep inside her, filling her completely.
"Fuck, Vika, you're so tight," he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips, pulling her back onto his cock. "You feel so fucking good."
She could only moan in response, her body writhing beneath him, her hips meeting his thrusts. He was moving slowly, too slowly, teasing her, torturing her.
She could feel the heat building in her core, the pressure growing, her orgasm approaching. But not fast enough. She needed more. She needed him to fuck her harder, faster. She needed him to fill her completely, to make her his. "Fuck me harder. I need to feel you deeper." "Vika, I want to feel you completely," Grisha said, his voice low and husky. "I want to cum inside you, without a condom." No, Grisha, I can't... I mean, we shouldn't..." she stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
But Grisha took and cut inserted a member into her pussy and he began to cum inside her without a condom .
Vika gasped, her eyes widening as she felt his hot seed filling her.
"Grisha, what are you doing?" she cried, her voice filled with panic.
"Shh, it's okay, baby," he murmured, his hips still moving, his cock still pulsing inside her.
"I want to feel you like this, Vika. I want to fill you up, mark you as mine."
Vika's heart pounded in her chest, her body still trembling from her orgasm.
Grisha's cock was still pulsing inside her, his hot seed filling her. She could feel it dripping out of her, coating her thighs, marking her. He had claimed her, marked her as his, and it only served to turn her on even more.
Grisha pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust. "You're mine now, Vika," he growled, his voice low and possessive. "All mine."
She bit her lip, her eyes never leaving his.
"I'm yours, Grisha," she whispered, her voice filled with surrender. A wicked grin spread across his face, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Good girl," he murmured, his hands moving to her wrists, pinning them above her head. "Now, let's see how you taste with my cum inside you."
He moved down her body, his lips trailing kisses along her skin, his tongue tasting her. He reached her pussy, and she could feel his breath hot on her, could feel the anticipation building inside her.
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, and smirked. "Look at you, all messy and full of my cum," he growled, his fingers spreading her lips apart, exposing her. "You look so fucking sexy, Vika." He leaned down, his tongue licking her, tasting them both. She gasped, her back arching, her fingers gripping the sheets. "Fuck, Grisha," she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed. "You taste so fucking good, baby," he growled, his tongue moving in circles, licking her clean.
Vika could only moan, her body writhing beneath him, her hips bucking, fucking his face. He could feel her getting close, her pussy clenching, her breath coming in short gasps. He slipped two fingers inside her, curling them upwards, hitting that sweet spot that made her scream. I'm gonna come," she panted, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him in place. "Come for me, Vika," he commanded, his tongue moving faster, his fingers fucking her harder.
"Come all over my face, baby. I want to taste every drop of you."
Vika screamed, her body convulsing, her pussy gushing over his tongue. He could feel her juices mixing with his cum inside her, and it only served to turn him on even more. "Turn over, Vika," he ordered, his voice firm. "I want to fuck you from behind again."
Vika, still trembling from her orgasm, complied.
She rolled over onto her hands and knees, her ass in the air, presenting herself to Grisha. He growled in approval, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto his cock.
"Fuck, Vika, your ass looks so fucking hot," he groaned, his fingers digging into her skin. "I can't wait to fuck it."
Vika gasped, her eyes widening. "Grisha, I've never... I mean, I'm not sure if I'm ready for that," she stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Grisha sharply slapped her on the ass and without listening to her objections began to fuck her. "Bad slut, it's time to punish you for this," Grisha said , slapping her bare ass again. He pulled her ass up, forcing her to arch her back and open her pussy for him. He slammed into her, filling her completely. Vika gasped, her fingers digging into the sheets, her pussy clenching around his cock. Fuck, it's so big! She thought, her eyes rolling back in her head. Grisha was relentless, his hips moving in a steady, punishing rhythm, his cock slamming into her, hitting all the right spots.
"Fuck, Grisha, it's too much," she panted, her fingers gripping the sheets, her body writhing beneath him.
"Too much what, slut?" he growled, his hands moving to her hair, fisting it, pulling her head back. "Too much cock? Too much pleasure?"
"Both," she cried, her back arching, her pussy clenching around him.
Grisha chuckled, his hips moving faster, his cock fucking her harder.
"You can take it, Vika," he growled, his fingers tightening in her hair. "You can take all of me, you little slut." He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, little circles. "Come on, baby, show me how much you can take. Show me how much you love my cock."
Vika moaned, her body writhing beneath him, her hips meeting his thrusts. She could feel the pressure building in her core, her orgasm approaching. But she needed more. She needed him to fill her completely, to mark her as his.
"Grisha, please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please come inside me." Grisha growled, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her. "Fuck, Vika, I'm gonna come," he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. "Where do you want it, baby? In your pussy or in your mouth?" Vika hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "In my mouth," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Grisha smirked, his hips moving one last time, his cock pulsing inside her. "Open wide, slut," he commanded, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her head back. Vika obeyed, her mouth opening wide, her tongue sticking out. Grisha moaned, his cock throbbing, his hot seed filling her mouth.
Vika could taste him, salty and bitter, as she swallowed every drop. He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her saliva, and she could see the satisfied smirk on his face. "Fuck, Vika, you're a natural," he growled, his eyes dark with lust. "I knew you'd be a good little cum slut."
Vika blushed at his words, but the heat between her legs was undeniable. She loved being used by him, loved being his slut. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with hunger.
Vika was lying all covered in cum, cum was in her mouth and leaking out of her pussy for fun, Grisha looked at her and said "See you later" and left. And Vika lay exhausted and couldn't move