DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 154

DON’T STOP

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Scarlett

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We were both trembling with need, the 69 leaving us panting and desperate for more. Viktor’s tongue was still lazily licking me when I finally pulled off his cock with a wet pop, my lips swollen and shiny. I crawled up his body and kissed him deeply, tasting myself on his tongue. He groaned into my mouth, hands gripping my ass tightly.

“I need you inside me,” I whispered breathlessly against his lips. “Please, Viktor… I want to feel all of you.”

He nodded, eyes dark with lust behind his slightly fogged glasses. “I’ve been dreaming about this,” he murmured, his voce rough. “Dreaming about filling you up, making you mine again.”

We shifted together until I was on my back and he was hovering over me in missionary. He lined himself up, the thick head of his cock nudging against my slick entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me open with delicious care. A long, shaky moan escaped me as he sank deeper, filling me completely until our hips met.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” he groaned, forehead resting against mine. “So tight, so wet for me. I love being inside you, Scarlett. You’re perfect.”

I cupped his face with both hands, staring into his eyes through the lenses. “You feel amazing,” I whispered back, my voice trembling with emotion and pleasure. “I missed this… missed you stretching me, claiming me. I love you so much.”

He started moving — slow, deep thrusts that made my toes curl. Every stroke dragged against that perfect spot inside me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. His words mixed between beautiful and filthy as he rocked into me.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he breathed, kissing my neck. “Taking my cock so well… such a good girl for me. I want to fuck you slow and deep until you’re shaking.”

I moaned softly, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him even closer. The intimacy of the missionary, the way he looked at me like I was everything, made my heart swell even as my body burned.

Then I reached up and gently removed his glasses, setting them on the nightstand. Without the frames, his eyes were even more intense

raw, vulnerable, and full of pure desire. I stared into them as he/fucked me slowly, our gazes locked.

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“Look at me,” I whispered. “I want to see your eyes while you’re inside me.”

Viktor’s rhythm faltered for a second, then he adjusted his angle and began thrusting faster, harder, and deeper. The change was immediate and overwhelming. I cried out loudly, my moans echoing in the room as pleasure spiked sharply.

“Oh god- Viktor!” I moaned, my voice shaky and broken. I held him closer, arms wrapping tightly around his back, nails digging into his skin. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop. Fuck me just like that.”

He groaned, hips snapping forward with more force. “That’s it, baby. Moan for me. Let me hear how much you love my cock pounding into your tight little pussy.”

I was a mess beneath him, moaning his name shakily with every thrust, my body rocking with the impact. “Viktor… Viktor, yes- harder!”

He gave me exactly what I asked for, fucking me with deep, powerful strokes that had me gasping and clinging to him. The wet sounds of our bodies meeting filled the air, mixing with our ragged breaths and desperate moans.

After several intense minutes, Viktor slowed just enough to flip us over. “Ride me,” he growled softly, lying back. “I want to watch you take what you need.”

I straddled him eagerly, my legs already trembling from the pleasure he’d given me. I guided his cock back to my entrance and sank down slowly, taking him all the way in in one smooth motion. A loud, broken moan tore from my throat as he filled me again from this new angle.

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“Oh fuck… you’re so deep,” I gasped, hands braced on his chest.

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I began to ride him, rolling my hips in a steady rhythm at first, then faster as the pleasure built. My legs shook uncontrollably with every bounce, my thighs burning, but I couldn’t stop. It was a beautiful mess – sweat-slicked skin, my breasts bouncing with each movement, his hands gripping my hips to help guide me.

Viktor looked up at me with pure awe and lust, his hands roaming up to squeeze my breasts, thumbs teasing nay nipples. “Look at you… riding my cock so beautifully. You’re shaking for me, baby. Such a filthy, perfect girl. Keep going- use me. Make yourself cum on my cock.”

I moaned loudly, leaning forward so my hair fell around us like a curtain. Our mouths met in messy, desperate kisses as I rode him harder, my shaky legs struggling to keep the pace. Every time I sank down, he thrust up to meet/me, hitting that perfect spot over and over.

“Viktor… I’m so close,” I whimpered, my voice trembling. “Don’t stop- I love you… fuck, I love feeling you inside me.”

He gripped my hips tighter, helping me move. “Come for me, Scarlett. Let me feel you squeezing my cock. I’m yours… all yours.”

The coil inside me wound tighter and tighter until it finally snapped. I came hard, crying out his name as waves of intense pleasure crashed over me, my inner walls pulsing around him. Viktor followed moments later, groaning deeply as he spilled inside me, holding me close while we both rode out the high together.

We collapsed in a sweaty, tangled heap, breathing hard, hearts pounding in sync. I stayed on top of him, his cock still buried inside me as we came down, trading soft, lazy kisses and whispered “I love you”s.

It was messy, beautiful, and exactly what we both needed.

Days later, Viktor and I found ourselves on a beautiful evening date at a cozy little Italian restaurant downtown. Soft candlelight flickered on the table between us, and the gentle hum of conversation filled the air. We had spent the evening laughing over pasta, sharing tiramisu, and stealing glances like two teenagers in love.

After dessert, Viktor reached across the table and took my hand. Without a word, he stood up, pulled me gently to my feet, and cupped my face. Right there in the middle of the restaurant, he kissed me slow, tender, and full of everything we had survived together.

The moment our lips met, the entire room seemed to pause.

A soft chorus of “Awwn” rippled through the other diners. Then came, the clapping – light, warm applause from the tables around us. Someone even whistled playfully.

We broke the kiss, both of us blushing furiously. I buried my face against Viktor’s chest for a second while he laughed shyly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Thank you,” he said to the room, his voice warm but embarrassed. “Really… thank you.”

I peeked out and gave a small, shy wave, my cheeks burning. “You’re all too sweet.”

The applause faded into smiles and kind murmurs as we quickly sat back down, still holding hands under the table. My heart was racing – not from embarrassment, but from the pure joy of being so openly in love with him.

When the bill was paid and we stepped outside into the cool night air, I leaned into his side, my arm wrapped around his

waist.

“Wanna go home?” I asked softly, tilting my head up to look at him.

Viktor’s eyes darkened with instant understanding. A slow, playful smirk curved his lips as he pulled me closer.

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