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“You’re so fucking wet,” he growls and keeps thrusting with a ferocity that matches my own desire. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“Oh, God,” I cry out. My mind goes blank as he takes me to new heights of pleasure.
“You’re so delicious,” he pants as he plunges his hard cock into me, slamming into me relentlessly, pounding against my body until my insides feel bruised and broken. But I fucking love it.
“Fuc-fuck!” I sob. “Fuck yes, Victor.”
His hand glides up my side, caressing the curves of my ribs before cupping and squeezing my breast again. My nipple hardens under his touch as he pinches and pulls at it.
“Oh… fuck…!” I gasp in pain and pleasure.
Fuck! Why does this feel so good?
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.” He reaches between us and starts fondling my swollen clit before spanking it, making me writhe with pleasure. The zipper of his pants rubs against my ass with every thrust of his hips, adding a delicious level of pain to the pleasure.
“God, you feel amazing,” he moans, squeezing my breast before pinching my nipple roughly. I whimper in ecstasy, begging for more.
“Please… Yes, please.”
“You like that?” he asks breathlessly as he continues to pound into me.
“Yes!” I cry out. “Do it again!”
He smirks and obliges, thrusting harder and faster until we’re both on the brink of release.
“You’re better than I ever imagined,” he gasps, his words becoming rougher as he nears his climax.
“Mmm,” I groan, too dazed to talk. With each thrust, he grunts in my ear, and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room as I arch my back, begging for him to give me more.
Suddenly, it hits me like a freight train, a wave of pleasure coursing through my body as I come, while he’s still pumping into me, grunting and cursing under his breath until he finally reaches his own release and empties himself inside of me.
He pulls out; I can feel a rush of wetness escape from me and hear him say one final word “Blyad.”
Chapter 11
Laura
SPRAWLED OUT, naked, and exposed.
I’m a hot mess—literally. Sweat, cum, and ecstasy coat me, pleasure and guilt mixing in a bizarre cocktail.
All the anger and fear that were eating at me seem to have been wiped clean… until Victor’s casual bombshell shatters the moment
“We broke the rubber,” he announces as if he’s just commenting on a slight change in the weather.
“We… What?” I gingerly touch the sticky aftermath on my pussy in disbelief.
My heart takes a nosedive, plummeting hard.
So much for the drunken bliss and the remaining glow of our earth-shattering romp.
Fucking great, just great.
On top of a runaway cheating husband and my finances going down the drain, now I’ve got a broken condom to top my list of “Life’s Latest Disasters.”
Victor stands there, looking as composed as ever, assessing the situation.
“Well, that’s inconvenient,” he says, infuriatingly calm.
