Page 68 of Impossible Love

“Damn, Victoria.”

I stop to check on him. His hands are limp at his sides, fingers curled and palms up. I watch his Adam’s apple rise and fall as he moans softly. “Or maybe you prefer it when I suck you hard while stroking you up and down, bringing you to the edge of spilling your seed all over my face.”

“Fuuuuck. What are you doing to me?”

I put my mouth to work again. He’s getting thicker in my hands, filling my mouth with his rock-hard flesh. I know he’s close.

“Oh, shit. Umnnhh. I can’t—”

“Or maybe you prefer it when my soft pussy grips you hard, and I’m fucking you so good, moving up and down on your cock until I can take it all inside me.”

“This isn’t fair.”

I laugh. “Really? I’m just making sure you’re getting as good as you give. All’s fair, as they say.” I grab a large toss pillow from the nearby sofa and put my knees on it. “You might want to watch this.”

He slowly straightens, his eyes heavy with lust, his jaw locked tight. He grabs the chair’s arms and pulls himself upright. His chest rises and falls with his shallow breathing.

I arch my back and stretch up enough to bring my breasts along the sides of his now huge cock. I wrap him tight, then look up at him. He’s transfixed. Awestruck.

I start to move up and down, the head of his engorged cock pushing through then disappearing into my flesh again.

And each time the head of his cock pokes out, my mouth is waiting to suck it.

“I can’t—”

He brings his hands to the back of my head. Cal’s entire body tenses up. I feel him struggling with his better nature, trying not to force my head down on his cock. But he wants that. I can tell.

He’s about to come. I want him to. I want to give him that gift.

I raise my eyes to him. Our gazes lock. I let his dick slip from my mouth with a pop! “You like this, don’t you, baby? You like seeing your big dick between my tits.”

His body trembles. His eyelids close.

“Come all over me.”

He explodes with a roar. I open my lips to catch what I can. Some of his cum drips from my chin onto my breasts. I remain perfectly still, waiting for him to revive. I want him to see what I’m about to do.

“Watch, Cal.”

Slowly, his eyes open. He sits straighter, still gripping the chair’s arms.

Holding his gaze, I slowly lick his cum off my bottom lip, my top lip, and as far down on my chin as I’m able. Then I scoop it up from the tops of my breasts and lick my fingers clean.

His mouth falls open. He blinks, stunned. After a moment, he says, “You nearly killed me just now.”

“But you liked it, right?”

Cal reaches for my upper arms and lifts me from my kneeling position, then leans forward, slides an arm under my thighs, and plops me back on his lap. I don’t even know how he did that, the physics of it. His strength is impressive.

Using the corner of his bathrobe, he dabs at my breasts, my chin, and my cheeks. When he looks at me, I see the eyes of a man who’s relaxed. Happy. Satisfied.

Because of me.

Cal looks puzzled.

“What?”

“I’m just…”

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