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Her hand squeezes mine again, and I know she likes that.
The words, the praise, the control. The helplessness.
I thrust again.
Her eyes are watering, tears spilling down her cheeks.
And still, she is looking at me.
My balls are tight, the pressure building.
I feel the climax coming.
"I want to feel your throat all around me. Just once. Hmm?"
Her eyes are locked onto mine, and I can see the answer in them, but I need something more tangible.
"Squeeze my hand once for yes, two times if no," I tell her.
No hesitation.
Once.
I pull back.
"Another big breath for me,cara."
She inhales, and I press forward.
Slowly.
"Relax, Victoria."
Her body softens, her head falling back to make room for me.
"That's it." My words are soft, encouraging. "Just like that. You're doing so well. You're such a good little cocksucker, aren't you?"
She lets out a soft, breathy sound, and her hand tightens on mine.
Just once.
Her body is shaking.
"I know," I murmur. "It's too much, isn't it? But you're doing so well. Just a little more."
The last inch is a tight fit.
Her mouth is stretched wide, her lips slick and red, and her throat is a wet, welcoming heat.
It feels too fucking good.
I catch myself before my eyes flutter closed, and instead, look down at her.
Victoria Murray.
My Victoria.
Naked and kneeling in front of me.
