Grinding on His Hard Cock

POV: VALENTINA

I stood in the middle of our bright kitchen, staring blankly at the marble countertop while my mind replayed the filthy, forbidden acts that had taken place in the dark last night. The phantom taste of raw masculinity lingered on my tongue. I could still feel the impossible width of his thick cock stretching my tight mouth. The heavy, musky scent of him seemed trapped in my senses, making my core throb with a dull, persistent ache.

"Do you understand me, Valentina?" Mum asked.

I blinked, pulling myself out of the gutter, and focused on her. She stood by the kitchen island with her hands on her hips, looking at me with an expression that demanded obedience. She had been lecturing me for the past ten minutes, insisting I be polite and respectful to the billionaire who just returned to the country. He was currently moving into the massive mansion directly opposite ours.

I nodded and adjusted the strap of my backpack. "Yes, Mum."

"He is like a father to you, okay? We need to be as nice as possible to him. He financed our lives big time, letting us stay in this estate and paying for your luxury comforts. You owe Viktor Dragos the utmost respect. Do not do anything to jeopardize our standing with him."

I pressed my lips together, silently noting the dark, twisted irony of her words. A father to me. No one drops to their knees and sucks their father's thick cock on the living room floor, right? But I had done exactly that. I had swallowed his groans and taken every inch of his hard erection down my throat.

"Mum, I am going to be late for lectures. You have told me over and over again. I will be nice and respectful towards him."

"Great. You are coming home tonight?"

"I don't really know yet."

"Don't waste your free time roaming about with your friends. Just come back home and stay with me, okay?"

"Alright. I will just come back home."

I leaned in and kissed her on both cheeks before pulling away to bid her goodbye. I skipped out of the house with my bag in hand, stepping into the crisp morning air. I looked across the street at the beautiful, sprawling mansion that belonged to him. To own that massive property and this entire gated estate, Viktor Dragos had to be a multi-billionaire of the highest order. I kicked the dirty thoughts of him out of my head once more, forcing myself to focus on college, and headed toward campus.

*

The morning lecture dragged on endlessly. I sat in the middle row of the auditorium, staring at the whiteboard without registering a single word the professor wrote.

"Colin really broke up with you?" Carmella whispered, leaning over from her desk.

I kept my eyes forward and whispered back. "Yeah. Let's talk about it when class is over."

"That little bastard. How could he?" Carmella huffed, crossing her arms over her chest before turning her attention back to the front of the room.

I could see Carmella practically vibrating in her seat, barely able to wait for the lecture to end. Finally, the professor concluded the lesson and dismissed the class. We gathered our textbooks and shoved them into our bags.

"Tell me about it, Val." Carmella turned to face me, her eyes wide with demanding curiosity.

I sighed softly and looked around at the remaining students filing out of the room. "He said I am too..."

I trailed off, not wanting to say the humiliating words in the middle of a crowded lecture hall.

"Maybe we should visit the coffee shop and talk about this there." I got up on my feet.

Carmella mirrored my movements, and we both headed out of the building. She spent the entire walk to the campus coffee shop ranting about how she was going to rip Colin's body apart for daring to break up with me. We finally walked through the glass doors of the cafe, inhaling the scent of roasted beans and sweet pastries. We ordered two iced coffees, settled into a secluded corner booth, and got ready to talk.

"So, Colin said I am too insensitive to a man's touches and that I should just turn into a virgin nun already." I let out an insecure shrug and drank a bit from my plastic cup.

"What the fuck? That little bastard thinks he is anything? He should be lucky that you agreed to dating him in the first place. He is way, way below your league."

"I guess I just didn't react the way he wanted me to."

"You know what? I have a brilliant idea." Carmella slammed her hand on the table.

I dropped my cup of coffee on the coaster. "What idea is that?"

"You have to date someone else. Someone hotter than Colin. I bet it is his fault if you are not turned on while making out with him. Just find another guy who turns you on and show him what he is missing."

I could no longer hear what Carmella was saying as her earlier words repeated on a loop in my head. Another guy who turns me on. I could only think of one person. The towering, muscular figure of the one man I should not even be thinking of. My mind drifted back to Viktor. I remembered the sheer size of him in the dark, the dominant grip of his hands, and the raw, unyielding power radiating from his body.

"Val? Are you even listening to me?" Carmella knocked her knuckles on the wooden table.

I jolted back, blinking rapidly to clear the haze of lust from my eyes. "Yeah? Yes, I am. I am listening."

"Doesn't seem like it. Are you really that heartbroken about the breakup?" Her face turned soft and emotional, misreading my distraction for grief.

"Not really." I mumbled, stirring my drink with the green straw.

"Of course you wouldn't be that hurt. You guys only dated for like three or four months. But you spaced out. What were you thinking of?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all." I lied smoothly, desperate to avoid thinking about last night's taboo encounter.

"I can introduce you to a new guy. He is smoking hot. Literally one of the hottest guys in college at the moment."

"Really?"

"Yes. I am sure you are going to get wet at just the sight of him." Carmella giggled, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

"I hope so." I replied softly.

"I will introduce you to him tomorrow. Get ready to lose that v-card in the sweetest way possible, Val."

**

Later that afternoon, I stood in my kitchen once again. The sweet smell of vanilla frosting filled the air, but my stomach was tied in anxious knots.

"Mum, do I really have to go give him these cupcakes?" I grumbled, clutching onto the decorative plate of freshly baked cupcakes in my hands.

I was back home, and after enduring another long lecture from Mum about gratitude and family ties, I was being forcibly sent over to properly welcome Viktor Dragos to the neighborhood.

"Yes, Val. We need to maintain a good relationship with him. He is like a father to you, okay? Just go over there and be polite."

"Fine. It is just giving him these nicely and respectfully. I will do just that."

I turned around and walked out the front door. It was obvious that Mum was grateful to Mr. Dragos for his financial support. I was grateful too, but I could not help the heavy wave of nervous, awkward energy washing over me. I was about to stand face to face with the billionaire whose cock I had sucked.

The short walk across the street felt like a march to the executioner's block. Immediately after I reached the towering iron gates of his home, I was stopped by a newly stationed, intimidating detail of suited guards. They stood with their hands clasped behind their backs, earpieces tucked into their ears. They had never been around before, and they were definitely not the regular guards of the estate whom I knew pretty well.

"I just live right there." I pointed back at our place with a free hand, balancing the plate of cupcakes on my other palm.

"Your name, Miss?" one of the towering guards requested, stepping into my path.

"Val."

He moved away from me to make a quick phone call into his radio. A few seconds later, he stepped back and offered a stiff nod.

"Please go on in."

"Thank you." I mumbled, walking past the heavy gates.

I wandered up the pristine driveway, wondering why this man needed so many men to guard his place despite the heavy amount of security the gated estate itself already provided. I shrugged the thought off and stopped in front of the massive double doors. I drew in a deep breath, held it in my lungs for a second, and let it out before reaching for the handle. The heavy door clicked unlocked on its own, and I pushed it open. He must have unlocked the door remotely.

I walked into the breathtaking, modern mansion. The interior design was immaculate, boasting towering ceilings, sleek marble floors, and expensive art pieces. How could he have furnished this massive place so perfectly when he had just arrived in the country? Because he is a billionaire, Val. I reminded myself, stopping dead in the center of his expansive living room.

"You're here."

His deep, sexy voice echoed from above, sending a sharp thrill straight down my spine.

I looked towards the direction of the voice and saw him walking down the grand glass staircase. He descended the steps with the predatory grace of a lethal beast, and as if with the direct intention of seducing me, he was wearing only grey sweatpants. He was bare-chested once again.

I stood frozen in the middle of the room, my breath catching in my throat. I tried desperately to avoid staring at his intricately shaped v-lines and the perfect, hard ridges of his eight-pack abs. His chest was broad, covered in a light dusting of dark hair that trailed down his stomach and disappeared beneath the low-slung waistband of his sweatpants. I failed at trying to be respectful. I stared at his torso so obviously, my mouth running dry.

Then, my gaze dropped lower. I tried to look away, I really did, but my eyes locked onto his crotch. The soft grey fabric left nothing to the imagination. I could see the distinct, bulging outline of his thick cock resting heavy against his thigh. It was the same massive, throbbing erection that had filled my tight mouth the night before, the one that had made me feel so full and stretched. That heavy cock was coming towards me right now. As if it was the most natural biological reaction in the world, my pussy grew wet. A slick rush of moisture pooled between my thighs at the mere sight of his package.

"You are staring inappropriately, Val." His voice was low, laced with a dangerous warning.

I snapped my gaze away, feeling my cheeks burning hot with deep embarrassment. I pressed my thighs together tightly, trying to ease the sudden ache in my core, and looked the other way. I kept my eyes fixed on a random painting on the wall until I felt his massive presence close to me. He stepped close enough for my nostrils to draw in the intoxicating, rich scent of his expensive cologne mixed with pure male musk.

I swallowed hard and turned to face him, craning my neck to look up at his towering height.

"Hello, Mr. Dragos. My mum asked me to give these cupcakes to you. She just made them and..."

I pressed my lips into a thin line, not knowing what more to say. Standing this close to this giant of a man had stolen all the coherent words right out of my brain.

Viktor stepped even closer, his broad chest looming over me. He was clearly intent on setting strict boundaries.

"Last night was a mistake. I took you for someone else, and as much as I do not know why you played along, I still want us to forget it. Like it never happened."

He stated his terms firmly, ignoring my flushed, aroused state. I moved two steps backward, desperate to put some distance between myself and his overwhelming, raw sexiness so I could breathe properly.

"I didn't mean to play along, and I am usually not like that." I rushed to clarify, my voice trembling slightly.

"Last night just happened. I wasn't in the right state of mind, and I am glad things didn't go any further than they did."

I glanced back down at his crotch, unable to stop myself from checking the size of his bulge again.

"Val, my eyes are up here."

I quickly looked back up, meeting his intense, dark gaze.

"I want to make things clear between us. You will be like a daughter to me, and I will be like a father to you."

The specific phrasing hit my ears, and a spark of reckless defiance flared in my chest. Instead of feeling chastised, the strict boundary triggered an impulsive, dirty thought in my mind. The forbidden nature of his words spun wildly out of control, and it tumbled right out of my mouth before I could stop it.

"If you are like a father to me, then I can call you daddy?"

Viktor let out a deep, guttural groan.

In a flash of pure dominance, he lunged forward. He yanked me hard against his chest. My hands flew up in shock, sending the decorative plate of cupcakes crashing to the marble floor in a messy splatter of pink vanilla frosting.

Before I could even process the sudden movement, he bent down and crashed his lips against mine in a dominating, all-consuming, hungry kiss. His lips fitted mine perfectly. Last night had been my first time sucking and licking a thick cock, but this was not my first time kissing. Yet, it was instantly the best kiss of my entire life. I had heard tales of girls getting weak in the knees from a simple kiss, but I had never experienced it until this exact moment. With this dominant man who was way older than me, my knees went weak, practically buckling beneath his weight.

His mouth devoured mine with a tinge of brutal possessiveness. His heavy arm locked tightly around my waist, pulling me flush against his solid body. My breath hitched as I realized he was fully aroused. His raging, rock-hard erection pressed heavily into my soft stomach through the fabric of his sweatpants, pulsing with hot need. His tongue invaded my mouth, lashing out against mine, tasting of black coffee and dark mint.

Throwing all caution to the wind, I wrapped my arms tightly around his broad, muscular shoulders. I kissed him back with equal fervor, parting my lips wider to let him deepen the invasion. He sucked on my lower lip, then moved to aggressively suck my tongue, swallowing my helpless whimpers. I shamelessly ground my pelvis against his thick erection, riding the heavy friction of his rigid shaft against my stomach.

He let out a low, animalistic growl against my mouth. His large hand roamed down from my waist to firmly grip my ass cheeks. He kneaded the soft flesh, his large fingers digging into my curves. My pussy grew even wetter, dripping slick moisture into my panties as he dominated my mouth.

Then, just as suddenly as he started it, he forcefully pulled away.

Breathing heavily, his bare chest heaving with exertion, he tipped my chin up with a rough finger. His other hand remained on my ass cheek, giving the soft flesh a punishing, painful squeeze. I moaned at the sharp sting.

"Don't fucking call me daddy next time." He ordered, his voice harsh. His dark eyes blazed with restrained lust, fighting a losing battle against his own desires. "Gamo, get out."

He dropped his hands from my body, turned his broad back away, and tried to dismiss me.

I stood frozen amidst the crushed cupcakes on the marble floor. I was dripping wet for a man who wasn't even trying to seduce me. I stared at his massive shoulders, my chest rising and falling rapidly. I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted him to be the first man to fuck my virgin pussy.