My Russian Billionaire Boss 🔐 | Part 12: Admit It, Lennox (Patreon)

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Note: Due to the sexual nature of this episode, there won’t be any accompanying images.

Viktor pulled his fingers from my mouth with a wet pop. A thin string of saliva connected my lip to his fingertips for a second before it broke. He looked down at me, eyes dark and burning with that commanding heat I had come to crave.

“If you want the tease to stop,” he said, voice rough and dominant, “you will have to admit how much you want this.”

I did not wait. I leaned down, wrapped my lips around the thick head of his cock, and took him in deep. My nose brushed the trimmed hair at his base as I swallowed him whole in one smooth motion. The stretch burned in the best way, filling my throat until I could barely breathe. I looked up at him through my lashes, eyes watering, silently daring him to take more.

Viktor’s hands reached the back of my head. Strong fingers threaded into my hair and pressed me forward, holding me there as he thrust into my mouth. “Look at you, Lennox.”

He fucked my face with steady, controlled strokes. The wet gawk gawk sounds filled the room every time he pushed deep. Saliva spilled from the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin and onto the sheets. He groaned low, hips rolling with that powerful rhythm that made my own cock throb untouched between my legs.

“You want it so bad,” he growled, voice thick with lust, “but you cannot really say the words.”

He fucked my face harder. Gawk gawk gawk. The sounds were filthy and loud in the quiet suite. His balls slapped against my chin with every thrust. I gagged and moaned around him, tears streaming, but I loved every second of it. I loved the way he used my mouth like it belonged to him. I loved the way my body surrendered even while my mind tried to keep up the sarcasm.

My mouth filled with thick saliva. It spilled out around his cock, messy and obscene. I pulled back gasping, strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to the glistening head. I wiped my chin with the back of my hand and looked up at him, voice hoarse but still sarcastic.

“It is hard to speak when you have that thing in your mouth.”

Viktor smiled, slow and dangerous. “Open.”

I opened my mouth wide. He pushed his cock back in instantly, sliding deep until my nose pressed against his trimmed pubes again. He fucked my face with renewed force. Gawk gawk gawk. The sounds were filthy and loud in the quiet suite. His balls slapped against my chin with every thrust. I gagged and moaned around him, tears streaming, but I loved every fucking second of it.His cock tasted like pure sin, salty pre cum coating my tongue with every shallow thrust while the musky warmth of his skin filled my mouth. I looked up at him through watery eyes and saw the way his body moved, powerful hips rolling forward in controlled waves, carved abs flexing tight with each push, broad pecs bouncing slightly as his chest heaved. Viktor stared down at me the entire time, eyes locked on mine, dark and possessive, watching every tear that slipped down my cheek and every inch of his thick cock disappearing between my desperate lips. I kept my gaze on him, submissive and hungry, silently telling him I would take anything he gave me as long as he kept looking at me like that.

But just when I was starting to enjoy the heavy weight of his cock filling my mouth, the salty taste of him coating my tongue and the way my throat stretched so perfectly around him, Viktor pulled out suddenly with a wet pop. Before I could catch my breath he pushed me onto my back on the bed. I adjusted quickly, spreading my legs wide as he towered over me completely naked and powerful. This was Viktor Volkov, the man behind Volkov Security, the one who barked orders in boardrooms and made entire empires tremble with a single glance, now lying here in all his glory with every carved muscle on display and his thick cock pointing straight at me like a weapon ready to ruin me. The same man who had blackmailed me into this life was now the one about to fuck the shit out of me, at least until I finally admitted how badly I wanted it. I laughed inside my head at the sheer insanity of it all. Pathetic, Kai. You spent a lot of time hating this rich, controlling bastard, and now you are lying here spread open for him like you were made for it.

He leaned down and kissed me. The kiss was dominant and possessive, his large hands cupping my face firmly as his tongue pushed deep into my mouth, claiming every inch with slow, deliberate strokes that left me moaning against him. He tasted like power and heat, like the man who had controlled my life from the moment he sent that first message. When he finally pulled back just enough to speak, his voice was a low growl against my lips.

“I am not fucking you until you admit it, Lennox.”

I laughed, breathless and shaky, even while my body trembled with need. This banter was so fucking hot. I had been fucked by dominant men before. Hell, my ex Andrew was really dominant. But this was something different. This was a kind of dominance that made me want to submit. Willingly. Completely. It made my stomach flip and my hole clench with anticipation.

Viktor moved down my body, eyes locked on mine with that intense stare that pinned me in place. He took my cock into his mouth for the first time. The wet heat enveloped me completely. I gasped, shocked.

“Shit boss, I wasn’t expecting this at all.”

He sucked me deep, looking up at me the entire time. His tongue swirled around the head, then took me to the back of his throat like it was nothing. I laughed through a moan, hips bucking up into his mouth on their own. If only my hacker friends could see this. Viktor fucking Volkov on his knees sucking my cock. What the actual fuck. The thought made me laugh again even while my body shook with pleasure.

Viktor edged me hard. He brought me right to the edge, sucking faster, tongue working the underside, then pulled off with a wet pop every single time I got close. I was shaking, hips chasing his mouth desperately, begging without words.

He moved lower. Kissed my balls, sucked them into his mouth one by one. Then he went further down. He pulled my legs up and rested them on his muscular shoulders. His mouth found my hole. The first slow drag of his tongue made me moan out loud. He licked me open, tongue circling the tight ring before pressing inside. His beard scratched the sensitive skin around my hole, adding that perfect burn. I moaned like a bitch for the same man I swore I hated. The same man who had blackmailed me and owned every second of my life. And I loved it. I loved every filthy second of it.

“Shit boss… uh… fuck… Viktor…”

His tongue fucked deeper. Two fingers joined, stretching me open while his mouth worked me relentlessly. I was a moaning mess, hips grinding back against his face, completely lost in the pleasure.Viktor pulled back just enough to spit directly onto my hole, the warm saliva landing with a wet sound that made my cock jump hard against my stomach. He watched it drip down my crack for a second before he rubbed it in with two thick fingers, pushing them inside me again in one smooth motion. The stretch burned so good I could not stop the broken moan that tore from my throat. My cock flopped heavily onto my belly, leaking steadily now, a long string of pre cum connecting the tip to my skin and stretching every time my hips bucked. Viktor curled his fingers inside me. He spat again, adding more wetness, and worked a third finger in slowly, scissoring them apart while his tongue flicked around the stretched rim. The wet sounds were obscene, his beard scratching my sensitive skin with every movement, and I could feel myself opening up for him completely. He kept going, relentless and precise, fucking me with those three fingers while his tongue pressed flat against my hole, licking around them in slow circles. My cock was throbbing now, slapping wetly against my stomach with every thrust of his hand, leaving shiny trails of pre cum across my skin. I could not stop moaning his name, hips rolling back to meet every push, completely lost in the filthy rhythm he set. “Shit Viktor…”Viktor looked up at me from between my legs, eyes dark and satisfied, watching every reaction like he was memorizing exactly how to break me. The sight of his face glistening with spit made my cock twitch even harder. I hated how much I loved it. Hated how desperate I sounded. But I could not stop pushing back against his fingers, chasing that deep pressure that made my whole body shake.

Viktor finally pulled off. He wiped his mouth and looked down at me, eyes dark and commanding.

“Your hole is prepped and opened up. Are you ready to admit now, Lennox?”

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