Page 62 of Victor's Lethal Desire
Victor smiles and looks directly into my eyes as he slides another finger inside me.
I moan. "Mmmm, just like that," I say.
"Goddamn, you're so fucking hot," Victor says, kissing me.
I work my hips, enjoying the slight stretch, but all it does is leave me wanting more, wanting him.
True to my nature, though, I get a sudden rise of thoughts that I can't submit to him that easily.
I shift his fingers out of me, grab his shoulders, and use my core strength to flip us so that I'm now on top, straddling him on the mattress.
Victor laughs. "Always a surprise with you, isn't it?" he asks, gripping my hips.
I grind into him slowly, feeling his cock through his boxer briefs, sliding between my lips.
"You don't like my surprises?" I ask, taking his hands and squeezing them around my breasts.
He looks at me with fire in his eyes. "With you, I'm learning to love them."
I laugh, grinding into him more as I arch back, brushing the hair out of my face.
I run my hands down my body and grip the top of his boxer briefs.
"Why are these still on?" I ask.
"Because you haven't taken them off," Victor says with a smile.
"Oh, well then..." I say, smiling back.
I shift and pull them down, and then my eyes focus on his cock.
He wasn't kidding when he said it wasn't small.
It's huge, thick, rock-hard, and throbbing.
I take it in my hand and start stroking it. The skin is smooth under my fingers, and I watch my hand going up and down, almost mesmerized by the motion.
I break my own trance, lean down, and run my tongue up and down his shaft.
He groans, and I lick all the way down and start sucking his balls while I stroke him.
God, his cock is so hard in my hand. I want this in my mouth.
I run my tongue back up, and when I get to the tip, I taste his precum.
I push my head down on him and start sucking.
I move my hair out of my face, and Victor's hands scoop it up, fisting it in a makeshift ponytail.
I start bobbing up and down, his thick cock stretching my mouth as I work him deeper into my throat.
He starts to buck his hips, and I put my hand on his lower stomach to stop him from making me gag too much.
We get into a nice flow, and I can feel my wetness practically running down my thigh as he face-fucks me.
My eyes get watery, and there's so much saliva that I spit on his cock between gasps for air, and all that does is excite him even more.
After too short a time, he stops me by tugging firmly on my hair.
