C5 Foreplay

He picked her up with one arm and put her on the bed.

He held her chin and looked at her for seconds. She got deep eyes, beautiful pink lips, and white teeth. She's pretty af.

She had ranked the best beauty he had ever seen.

He did not make a sound, just stared at her, as if examining something.

"What do you want?" He touched her chin. Between the fingers were the typical calluses of a long grip on firearms.

Her heart was pounding fast.

What did she want?

She didn't want anything, she just wanted this man.

She got money, and she didn't need fame or power.

"Just one night." One night she would be satisfied. Her eyes were full of desire for him.

He hadn't seen such a lovely girl in years.

But it seemed a little troublesome to eat her up just like that.

Her father was not a big shot in his eyes, but he could not be completely ignored either.

Such a young girl sometimes could be a big troublemaker.

But her delicious young body, cute and lovable personality would be a shame to let go.

Viktor had seen enough wind and storms. He dared to do whatever he wanted, and now, at this moment, he just wanted to have sex with her.

Viktor obeyed his desire and gently bit on her red lips. He tempted and got her response before entering her mouth and intertwined with her tongue.

"Mmm..." Vivian let out a soft moan. His hardness instantly aroused.

Viktor was not an eager man, and at his age, he tended to be more of a quality person when it came to sex.

Like cigarettes and alcohol, nowadays he appreciates more Dalmore 62 whiskey and Gurkha cigars.

However, when it came to women, he had to admit they tasted nice with youth.

This girl was between ripe and unripe, Like a freshly ripe peach.

Viktor tasted her, and she tasted really good.

Viktor's aesthetics was like many super straight guys, attracted to blue eyes blondes, now looking into her brown eyes, only to find that the brown eyes were more attractive, they were luring him in.

Viktor kissed Vivian's eyes and watched with satisfaction as she closed them, her eyelashes fluttering.

Viktor got up and left her warm body.

Vivian got anxious and reached for him, pulling him in like an abandoned puppy.

"Good girl, I'll take a shower first." He stroked her head soothingly.

"Or do you want to take a shower with me together? Hmm?" Viktor's flirting skills were superb, his face was serious, his body language and smiling eyes were full of pheromones.

Vivian shook her head, her face blushing.

She's not bad at flirting with men, but it's him, he's professional.

"I prefer to take a shower by myself." Vivian decisively refused. With him, she couldn't get the heat off her face.

Besides, she couldn't wait to check to see if there was anything "ugly" about her body, like nose hairs showing or something.

"Oh, OK, me first then." He didn't push it, and got up and left.

Viktor's bedroom was large but brought a heavy sense of oppression.

The old American house had the usual smell of wood, dark wood furniture, old crystal lamps that looked luxurious, and classic, elaborate Persian carpets.

She looked out of place.

Such an environment should be matched with women with exquisite makeup, wearing sexy dresses, walking slowly on high heels, like the model she saw back then.

Instead of her, a scruffy girl with her hair down and her clothes unkempt.

Vivian made up her mind that even if she didn't wear anything, she would have to get out of her clothes, which were covered in dust from the nightclub's floor.

She observed his tastes - the expensive wines in his liquor cabinet. She recognized several of them, the best that rich men dream of, with the same taste as her father.

However, the one he drank half of the bottle that he put aside, was Daddy's treasured favorite, not even allowing her to touch it.

She immediately figured out that her daddy's wealth was still nothing compared to him.

Rich girls like her were actually good at observation, at a young age they could already distinguish the difference in the status of each family, and thus put on a different attitude.

And they knew how far to go, just like now, she knew that he wouldn't be angry if she drank all the wine.

Vivian poured herself a full glass of it and decided to use the wine to bolster her courage.

Viktor came out to see such a gluttonous kitten, licking her lips and stealing a drink.

What a temptation.

"See what I caught? A little mouse stealing a drink." He approached from behind and took her by the waist. His voice was low and hoarse, a voice sharpened by countless cigarettes and alcohol.

"Oh? Where is the proof?" Vivian let him hold her without turning around.

Grunting, she swallows the last of the wine with a tilt of her head, swallowing fall in her slender neck.

Viktor narrowed his eyes.

"Nope." She licked her lips and smiled a little smugly.

"I'll just have to taste it to get the proof." Viktor looked at her tongue licking her lips, the naughty pink tip of her tongue tickling his heart.

"I have to go take a shower." Vivian smiled mischievously and dodged his kiss.

Viktor, was a man that could not be rejected.

The delicate girl tried to leave, but Viktor held her in a tight grip, lowered his head, and kissed her lip fiercely with the tip of his tongue.

A domineering entanglement.