I’m so aroused that I want to yell. If Viktor doesn’t take me right now, I might cry with frustration. Silently, insistently, I stroke his cock again. He hardens quickly, still slick with my saliva and turned on by my desperate need for him, even as he shakes his head.
“Please,” I beg him, trying only to mouth the words. But my voice almost rises to an audible whine.
Viktor claps a hand over my mouth and holds it there. He leans forward and speaks right next to my ear.
“Only a silly little brat could get herself so turned on in a life-or-death situation that I have to fuck her.”
Viktor traces his hand over my thigh. I shiver as the rough calluses inch up my leg.
He holds my mouth shut. I can’t make a sound. I just look at him with wide eyes.
“You did this, Lisette. I will not let you get us killed with a scream because your needy pussy couldn’t wait until we were safe.”
He yanks my panties all the way down and pulls me above his cock.
“Feel how hard you made me?”
He murmurs against my skin so quietly that I don’t know how I hear him, but I do. “So hard that I know this is a dumb fucking idea and I’m going to do it, anyway.”
For one brief second, he releases his hands from my mouth.
“Open up.”
He nods in approval when I obey and shoves my balled-up panties onto the back of my tongue.
I twist my neck to look back at him and he pats my stuffed cheek before pressing his palm to my mouth again.
“We both know you’ll need it, babygirl.”
Clearly, he doesn’t trust even the ball of damp fabric to muffle my screams. He covers my mouth with both hands and hooks his thumbs under my jaw.
Using his grip on my mouth, he drags my dripping cunt over his erection. He’s so hard that he’s throbbing against me.
I want to squeal with pleasure.
Instead, I reach back and dig my fingernails into his hips. I feel his muscles flex as he thrusts up.
When he enters me, he has to muffle his own cry against my shoulder.
I moan, forgetting my whereabouts, but no sound comes out. I hear the shuddering intake of breath through his nose as he tries to control his own arousal.
Viktor stops moving. Waiting to get things under control. Slowly, I rotate my hips above him, and he slips deeper inside.
He takes my throat in his hands and squeezes.
“I could always keep you quiet this way,” he tells me, his breath hot on my back.
That sends a rush through my body from head to toe, even the muscles inside me.
“Fuck, Lisette. The way your pussy pulses around me when I do that…”
He bounces me on his cock, trying to move us as one as much as possible to minimize the noise.
In the silence the sound of our fucking is so loud. I finally understand why this was a bad idea. Because Viktor is just getting started.
“That juicy fucking pussy might get us killed, little screamer. And right now, I’d die a happy man.”
I’m somehow delirious with need and satisfaction at the same time as he fills me with his cock again and again.