The Competition

Yelena

"We just got here, Viktor, put me down," I squeak as he throws me over his shoulder. "If you'll excuse us, you two, we have something to discuss," he says to Carson and Natalia, who give each other a playful grin.

I'm standing in his bedroom, the door closing quietly behind me. The room is dimly lit, the only sound is the ticking of a clock on the bedside table. He's already inside, the door clicking shut behind him as he locks it, and he turns to face me, his eyes dark and intense, full of desire. He comes closer, closing the distance between us in one quick step. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into him. I can feel his hardness pressing against me as he nuzzles my neck, his lips trailing down my neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses that make my skin tingle. His hands roam up and down my back, tugging at the hem of my shirt. I arch my back, allowing him to press closer to me. Suddenly he lifts me up, my legs wrapped around his waist as he carries me to the bed. He lays me down gently, his eyes never leaving mine. He stands at the foot of the bed, his hands undoing his belt buckle and pulling down his pants, revealing his muscular legs and the evidence of his desire. He crawls onto the bed, settling between my knees as he slides a condom down. He leans forward, his mouth finding mine in a hungry kiss. His hands grasp my thighs, spreading them apart as he positions himself at my entrance. With one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside me, filling me completely.I moan, my back arching off the bed.He sets a relentless pace, his hips slamming against mine with each thrust. The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard hitting the wall. His lips leave mine and run down my neck, sucking and biting as he fucks me hard and fast. "Fuck, you're so tight." My eyes roll back in my head, my core burning with desire as he continues to piston my hips, burying himself deep inside my core with each thrust. "Look at me," he commands. I can't. This face-to-face position is too intimate."Keep looking at me while I fuck you." He growls, forcing me to look at him. I look into his eyes, my own wide with wonder and pleasure as I slide up and down his erection. He's so deep inside me, I can feel him hitting all the right spots. I pant, my breath caught in my throat, his gaze boring into mine, his eyes burning with intensity as he continues to pound into me. "You're so fucking tight," he moans, his face a mask of fascination and desire. "I love the way you squeeze my dick." His hips are pounding against mine now, a fast and steady rhythm that makes me see stars. "I can't hold it much longer," he warns, his voice tight with pleasure. I feel him tense up, his thrusts growing erratic and uncontrolled. "Fuck!" he cries, his cock twitching as he climaxes deep inside me. I collapse on top of him, his breathing ragged and uneven. I run my fingers through his sweaty hair, grinning from ear to ear, and as we catch our breath he lifts his head and looks up at me, a soft smile on his face. "You okay?" he asks, his voice soft. "I got a little rough at the end."I nod, still feeling the aftershocks of the intense sex we just had . After our heated session, he pulls me into his arms and we go into the bathroom to clean up. We sink into the warm water of the tub, the soothing heat relaxing our tired muscles. Later, wrapped in each other's arms, we fall asleep, exhausted but satisfied.