by Bella King
Viktor’s lips are surprisingly soft. I always imagined men to have dry, thin lips, but I was dead wrong. Viktor’s a plush and soft, probably even more so than mine are. I would be envious if I didn’t have him all to myself to enjoy. I can’t really enjoy my own lips, now can I?
A tongue slips between my lips, moving across my bottom row of teeth and tangling with my tongue. We taste each other, enjoying the harmonious nature of our kiss as we grow more heated. I’m burning up inside, and it’s not just from all the sun I got. My heart is pumping hot blood through my veins in anticipation of what is to come. My groin seems to be getting the most of it.
I feel Viktor’s familiar stiffness in his pants growing against my inner thigh. I love the way it feels against my ass at night, and now that it’s pressed in the front, my pussy is getting wet from the sensation. I shift my hips to dip his cock between my legs, rubbing it against my pussy.
We’re separated by thin fabrics, but the devil inside of me tells me to get naked and let our skin touch. The fire as been lit by Viktor, but it is me now who is throwing fuel into the wicked flames. They burn hot and sour against my body, urging me to sweeten the pot and go all-in.
Viktor’s lips part from mine, as he tilts his head back up. “Take off your clothes, Cora,” he says in a husky growl.
Chapter Eighteen
Cora
I obey Viktor immediately, drawn in by everything my body longs for that he possesses. I pull down the thin straps of my sundress and let it fall to my feet. It crumples in a delicate pile on the pale oak floor of the lounge, the fabric still warm from the heat of my body.
I step back from it, my eyes fixed on Viktor as I slowly place my thumbs underneath the thin white band of my cotton panties. My breasts hang and swing in front of Viktor’s eyes like ripe fruit at the end of a pendulum, begging him to have a taste.
His eyes are all over me, darting across my body as I reveal more of it to him. My gaze remains focused as my panties drop to my feet. I step out of them too, putting more distance between Viktor and me.
“Delicious,” Viktor mumbles as he looks me over.
“Your turn,” I say, letting the words float from my tongue like cherry blossoms fluttering down from a tree in the springtime.
Viktor smirks, going from his belt buckle first. He unlatches the heavy steel buckle, whipping it out of the thin loops in his slacks and tossing it on top of my sundress. His cock is already sticking up from his underwear like an elongated door handle. I bet that it would feel divine in my small hand.
I take a sharp breath in, holding it as Viktor pulls his underwear down, his cock springing out into the air. The energy in the room changes as he stands in only a white t-shirt, his cock stiff as a board, pointing slightly upward with a beautiful curve.
My heart flutters wildly in my chest as I observe his magnificent manhood. I’ve seen it before, but not like this. It stands at full attention, and it’s all because of me. I feel flattered and a bit powerful as I realize that his body reacts this way to me. He’s very hard, with every vein pumping hot blood to strengthen his erection.
Viktor pauses, letting me get a good look. He’s showing off his penis to me, and I’m soaking it all in as though I’d never get to see it again. At that moment, I know that I’m addicted to him. I haven’t even let him get inside of me, and I want to ride his shaft all night long.
Viktor shifts his weight to the other foot and pulls his shirt over his head to display the rest of his perfect body. I forget about all my fears and shyness as I stand in front of him now. The only thing on my mind is climbing into his bed so that he can mount me and pump his seed deep inside of me.
God, when did I get this dirty? It must be instinct because I certainly didn’t learn it from being locked away from the world my whole life.
Like a woman possessed, I turn around, showing Viktor my untanned ass, and saunter toward the bedroom. I walk with an extra swing to my hips, intending on making that enormous cock as hard as I can before he penetrates me. I don’t know if I can handle it, but I’ve thrown caution to the wind, running on pure, unfiltered instinct.
I hear the heavy footsteps of Viktor following close behind me as I walk into the bedroom. I’m almost to the bed when he grabs me from behind, holding my arms to my sides and aggressively bending me over. He moves me forward to the bed, then presses me down further.
I make a small squeak as my head bounces against the soft mattress. My heart is beating so fast that I can’t even think. Now isn’t the time to ponder what I’m doing. Now is the time to feel, and I’m about to feel a whole lot.
“Spread your legs,” Viktor demands, keeping me down against the mattress with one hand as the other moves down my back to my ass.
I do as I’m told like I imagine a happy wife should. Maybe we’re not married yet, but it’s the spirit that counts. I want Viktor to take control and do what I’m too shy to ask him to do. I want him to pound me from the back and take me to a different world with him.
Viktor places his hand on my pussy from behind as I give him access to it, his fingers slipping easily between the soft lips of my labia and into the sticky nectar he helped to create. His fingers wiggle in my wetness, feeling how perfectly wet I am for him before moving to my clitoris.
I moan as Viktor begins to rub my clit, pressing my face deeper into the black sheets. I feel all the blood rushing between my legs, and my pussy is producing so much juice that I’m almost embarrassed. I can’t be embarrassed, though, because I’m in such a state of pleasure that all thoughts have been wiped from my head completely.
“You’re so wet. You wanted this from the beginning, you filthy woman,” Viktor says, his voice hoarse.
I have no opportunity to plead my case because the only sound that can leave my lips is another long moan. His fingers are playing with my clit like I’ve never even been able to, petting it in just the right way to send instant surges of pleasure through my body. They’re like mini-orgasms, one after another.
I feel Viktor’s firm cock prod my ass cheek as he leans in, sinking his fingers into my pussy. I cry out in delight as he hits a sweet spot inside of me, pushing me into a full-blown orgasm in his hand. I didn’t think this would happen, but he pushed me so quickly to it that I couldn’t hold back.
Viktor chuckles as I squirm and gush my juices into his hand, arching my back and sticking my rear end out to him as orgasmic pleasure rolls through me like a storm. This man has opened up the flood gates, and there’s no going back now.
I dig my fingers into the sheets, clutching them so tight that I leave permanent wrinkles in the fine fabric. Viktor keeps me in place as I experience the universe in a brief moment before shuddering back down to earth.
“Holy shit,” I breathe into the bed.
Viktor lets out another chuckle. “You have a hair-trigger. I thought this was going to give me more pleasure than you, but clearly, I was wrong.”
The pressure on my back eases, and I’m able to lift my head again. I toss my frazzled hair back and look at Viktor with a goofy grin. “Your turn.”
He grins back at me, grabbing his thick cock in one hand and guiding it over my drenched pussy. The head of his cock meets my entrance, and he paints his precum across it. I moan and brace myself for his entry, fantasizing about all the good things that will come once he’s balls deep in my pussy, stretching me to my absolute limit.
“This is mine,” Viktor declares with his ridiculously sexy Russian accent, and he plunges into me.
Chapter Nineteen
Viktor
I’ve been waiting for this moment longer than Cora realizes. Ever since I saw pictures of her beautiful suntanned skin, those wide and innocent blue eyes, and her gorgeous bright smile, I knew that I had to have her. Fuck power. This is so much better, but thank god I get to have both.
Cora has presented her pussy for me to enjoy, and I’m going to take as much time as I can, moving inside of her divine body before bursting all that I have in
side of her. It might get her pregnant, and it might not, but I’d rather her have my baby sooner rather than later. It will seal the deal between us forever.
Cora doesn’t care what I do at this point, so long as I give myself to her. She’s a vixen, a coquette turned insatiable whore, and I’ll give her exactly what she needs to satisfy her lust. I won’t stop until she falls asleep from exhaustion in my arms, shivering from the residual pleasure that still flows through her perfect body.
I push deep into her softness, feeling how tight she is on my throbbing cock. I’m so hard that my penis aches, but I try to be slow. I try to take my time so that I can enjoy Cora for longer. Her round ass bounces against my pelvis as I move, and her precious moans drive me wild.
I speed up, grabbing her waist to hold her as I begin to fuck her from the back. Her moans evolve into cries of pleasure, soon loud enough to be heard from outside of the house. She’s a screamer, alright, and that’s just how I like it.
I look down as the tightness increases around my cock, and I’m surprised to see that she’s having another orgasm. Jesus, how long has it been since this woman has touched herself. She can cum within ten seconds of any type of sexual contact.
I slow my speed again, drawing out the pleasure as Cora tries to milk my cock early. Her movements are intentional, and her body is designed to make me cum quickly. It’s nearly impossible not to squirt my seed inside of her yet, but I don’t want to ruin the pinnacle of my existence just yet. I’m too high up the mountain.
I stop moving altogether as my body tenses. I know that any more of this, and I’ll be spilling my sperm into her pussy with soul-shattering intensity. She’s just too good, and even I’m no match for her power. It takes a true woman to slay a beast, and that woman is Cora.
I take a breath, holding it to calm myself, but Cora starts to move on her own, rocking back and forth on my cock, juices sliding down the sides of my shaft as she moans, completely consumed by the pleasure that she’s feeling. She’s in her won world, selfishly enjoying my cock as I stand still and get hit by the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had.
I have to grab Cora’s hips to steady myself as energy rising from my feet to my pelvis, driving the first stake into the consummation of her and I’s future marriage. I explode inside of her, pumping more semen than I knew I had into her. My body knows things that I do not, and it seems to be desperate to get her pregnant.
I toss my head back, thrusting myself balls deep in her ripe peach, pumping more and more of my sperm into her body. Cora is riding along, moaning, and bouncing with newfound energy as she drains me of my lifeforce. Have I conquered her, or is it she who has conquered me? I’m leaning toward the latter.
I lean forward again, falling over her and shuddering as my body falls from grace. This is everything I wanted and more. I’m beyond satisfied. If someone were to tell me now that I would never accomplish anything else that I set out to do, I wouldn’t even be upset. Nothing could be better than this.
I pull out of Cora, and she slips out from underneath me, crawling into the bed and curling up in a perfect ball, waiting for my arrival. She looks too flawless to disturb, but her warm flesh call to me. I can think of nothing better but than to sleep with her, holding her as close as I can and keeping her safe in my arms.
As I join Cora in the bed, wrapping my arms around her, she lets out a gentle moan, scooting up to me and accepting my cuddles without a second thought. I close my eyes and inhale the intoxicating smell of her hair as I quickly begin to fall asleep.
I’ll never let any harm come to Cora. Ever. She’s everything to me now. I never thought that it would end up like this, but fate has plans for me that I could never predict. I have to accept that for what it is now and vow to keep her from harm’s way.
Goodnight, my darling Cora. You’re marvelous.
Chapter Twenty
Cora
I lay in bed with the morning sun spilling through the thin white curtains of the master bedroom. Viktor is beside me, looking as angelic as can be, his mouth slightly agape as he snores gently against the pillow. Everything is perfect, and then, in a split second, it turns to chaos.
The sharp crack of the window is the first sign that something is very wrong. The second sign is the hole in the wall across from the bed that appears with a loud thud. White paint flies from the wall as the projectile that broke through the window embeds itself into the plaster.
I jolt upright, looking toward the window. There’s a hole in it with cracks running around it like the fractal patterns of tree roots. A second hole appears as I watch the glass, the unmistakable mark of a bullet.
“Get down,” Viktor barks, jumping toward me and pushing me from the bed.
I topple onto the floor, hitting my elbows on the rug and sliding across it far enough to get rugburn. Considering the circumstances, I’d say that’s a fair price to pay for not getting a bullet through my skull.
Viktor leaps down from the bed, his body covering mine as several more shots ring through the window and hit the wall above our hunched bodies. It feels unreal. We were just making love, then gently sleeping together with such celestial peace. How could this be happening?
“Fucking bastards,” Viktor growls, rolling off me and slinking to the dresser. He yanks open the bottom drawer and pulls out a rifle, then slink back to me. “We need to leave.”
“What’s going on?” I ask, my voice cracking with fear.
“No time to explain, sweetheart,” Viktor says as he yanks me out of the room.
I should have protested this marriage more. I shouldn’t have agreed to this when I knew something was wrong with Viktor. This wouldn’t happen if he was a normal politician. Nobody was ever shooting into the estate when my father or I was there.
It’s a little late for regrets now, though. There are bullets zinging around over our heads as Viktor drags me down the hallway. I normally need coffee to feel this awake. I guess that’s one perk of living with Viktor now. The mornings don’t disappoint.
I can smell the tension in the air as Viktor flings me through another doorway into the kitchen.
“Wait here,” he barks, pulling the magazine from his rifle and checking if it’s loaded. The shiny brass rounds glint in the sun rolling through the small window above the sink. Thankfully, it’s still unbroken.
“What am I supposed to do?” I ask, trying to grab him as he scurries off back down the hall.
“Stay down,” he says, then disappears.
“What the fuck,” I mutter to myself, standing up straight and looking around the kitchen. If someone is trying to kill us, then I need a weapon too. I spot a few knife handles sticking out of a wooden block on the counter, so I go over and pull one out.
Glass bits fly out from over my head, sprinkling down on my bare shoulders as I yelp and duck back down. Stay down, he said. I wasn’t listening, but I sure as hell am now.
I make myself small in the corner of the kitchen next to the fridge, hoping that the thick metal body of it will save me from any bullets that manage to make their way through the wall. Viktor, that idiot. He should have put bulletproof glass in this house. Now, I’m going to die before I can strangle his stupid ass.
I cower in the corner as more glass breaks away from the kitchen window. Fuck, where the hell did Viktor run off to? I thought he said he was going to protect me.
Never mind him. I need to get out of here before I end up with more holes than a slice of swiss cheese.
I jump to my feet and dart out of the door, carrying the large kitchen knife far enough out in front of me that I would impale anyone who jumped in my way unexpectantly. What I wouldn’t give to be sitting on my porch again, locked away from the world with an overpriced iced coffee in my hand. The world is a lot crueler on the outside.
I spot a lounge robe hanging over the back of the couch in the living room. I snatch it off and wrap the black silk around my body. It’s a little too big for me, but it’s better than dying naked and exposed.
I don’t want to be humiliated like that.
I scan the rest of the room for anything that I can use to protect myself, but aside from a thin metal tray that most certainly won’t catch bullets and a fire poker that would be less useful than the knife I already have, there’s nothing of interest.
I hear footsteps charging down the hallway, and the loud sound of gunshots as someone fires dangerously close to where I am. I duck down behind the couch, unsure as to whether I’ll have the heart to slice someone’s neck if it came down to it.
Thankfully, I don’t have to think about it for too long. The man who comes through the doorway isn’t a psycho killer about to pump me full of lead. It’s Viktor, and he’s wearing pants now.
“Is that what you left for?” I ask, springing up from behind the couch to scold him.
“I don’t want anyone shooting my dick off, Cora. I hang pretty low,” he says, pulling the slide back on the rifle and flinging out an empty bullet casing.
“You’re a fucking moron, Viktor. Tell me what the fuck is going on,” I yell. Normally, I don’t use such foul language, but the situation calls for me to be taken seriously, and I believe this is the only way that Viktor will.
He laughs, his eyes wide with crazed excitement. It almost looks like he’s enjoying this. “We’re under attack.”
“Obviously,” I say, clenched my teeth together as I speak. “Who is attacking us?”
“People that don’t like me,” he replies.
He’s vague, as usual, and it’s driving me mad. I don’t see why he can’t just come out and tell the truth. Even the threat of death isn’t enough to turn him into an honest man.
“Tell me the truth, Viktor. Who are you?” I demand, waving the knife at him.
He steps back. “Woah, keep that thing pointed somewhere else.”
“Answer my goddamn question,” I say, steady the knife in his direction, the sharp tip pointing between his eyes.