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She was all slick, smooth, hot and soaked, and it was all for him,
all because of him . Taking his other hand, he placed it on the wall beside her
head, curled his nails into the wallpaper, and held off from groaning.
    “What
if someone hears, or sees us?” she asked again, but her words held no strength.
    He
leaned down to bury his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. She
smelled sweet, like cotton candy, and he ran his tongue up the length of her
throat.
    “And
if they do?” Honestly he didn’t care if anyone saw them. It would probably turn
him on knowing someone saw him claiming her, finally having her.
    “You
wouldn’t care if someone saw you with me?” She sounded slightly surprised, but
she also sounded drugged as fuck, and he knew it was probably taking a lot of
power for her even to speak right now.
    He
pulled back only enough to look in her eyes after she spoke. Without saying
anything right away, Viktor worked his fingers over her pussy lips, and
couldn’t stop the groan that left him at the smoothness of her flesh. He
started grinding himself against her, his cock aching to be deep inside of her
body.
    “Tell
me how it feels.” It would turn him on like nothing else for her to admit to
him that he was the one making her
feel incredible. Call him narcissistic, but Viktor didn’t fucking care. He
wanted Karina to give him this. He didn’t know if she realized it or not, but
she was working herself on his hand, moving her pussy back and forth ever so
slightly.
    He
was an arrogant bastard, and he got this sick kind of power knowing that she
was doing what he said, saying what she felt.
    “It
feels good.”
    He
looked into her eyes, and pressed his thumb against her clit at the same time
he placed the pad of his index finger right at her pussy hole.
    “It
feels really good.”
    He
groaned softly. “Is this a virgin pussy?”
    Her
eyes widened for a second, but after a moment she shook her head.
    “Good,
because when I have my cock in your cunt I don’t plan on taking it nice and
easy. I won’t be able to control myself.” Her gasp pleased him.
    He
worked his fingers through her folds, moved them up and down her slit, and then
started rubbing her clit back and forth, wanting, no, needing her to come for
him.
    “Viktor.”
    “Call
me Sir.”
    She
didn’t say it for a second, but then licked her lips, her cheeks becoming a
nice pink color. “Sir, wait.”
    He
loved hearing her say that, but he wanted her screaming it as he fucked her,
scratched his back as he pounded his dick in and out of her, and wrapped her
legs around his waist tightly, holding onto him.
    “I
want to fuck you,” he said against her neck.
    “God,
Sir.”
    “I
want my cock in your cunt. I want you in my bed, under me, and giving me
everything because you need me as much as I fucking need you.” He stroked her
faster, harder, and knew she would get off in a matter of seconds. He wanted
her to climax with the staff just feet from them, only a wall separating what
he was doing to her from the party. But he slowed his actions, and as a result
she dug her fingers into his chest. “I want you to tell me you want me inside
of you,” he said low, husky.
    “Oh
my God,” she whispered. Karina started moving her hips back and forth, grinding
her pussy on his hand with faster motions. He wanted to keep going, wanted her
to come all over his fingers, to get off right at this party, for him, because
she couldn’t help herself. But finding reserve and self-control, he pulled away
from her only an inch. She made this soft sound of disappointment, and he
fucking loved that. He lifted his hand, feeling her pussy cream coating his
fingers, and showed her the product of what they’d just done. She was breathing
harder now, and when he moved his fingers closer to his mouth he heard her stop
breathing altogether.
    “Tell
me,” he demanded.
    “I
want you inside of me.” Her words were soft, but genuine.
    While
keeping his focus