I’ve barely begun, haven’t even felt what it’s like to have all that wet heat wrap around my cock and yet those three words seem to confirm what I already knew—Victoria Bianci has ruined me.
Destroyed me.
My dick strains against the zipper of my dress pants as I watch her arch off the edge of the bed. She rides my fingers like she owns them—like she owns every fucking part of me—and she chases her pleasure. Just before she reaches her peak, I remove my fingers.
I’ve got to even the playing field.
Make her work for it.
Deciding I want the first time she comes for me to be on my tongue, I push her legs even further apart and bury my face against her sweet pussy. My tongue laps at her, teasing and taunting.
Devouring her with every languid stroke.
She lifts her ass off the mattress, and I wind my arms around the backs of her thighs, holding her up as I nip and suck at her clit. She bucks and screams my name, her legs clamping around my head as she reaches her high.
I lick every last drop before tearing my mouth away from her. Dropping her legs, I push myself onto my feet and press the heel of my palm against my raging cock. If I don’t get relief soon, I might explode.
Making quick work of my belt, I kick off my shoes and unzip my pants. Stepping out of them, I wrap my hand around my shaft and give it a long pull.
“Inch up on the bed,” I order, rolling my thumb over the bead of come that sits on the tip of my cock. “There are condoms in the top drawer.”
She rolls onto her belly and gets on all fours, crawling the length of the mattress. Staring at her ass that’s perched high in the air, I continue to stroke myself. I’m not going to last long, but for our next go, I’m definitely taking her from behind. I want to feel that ass press against me while I fill her.
Finding the box of condoms, she rolls onto her back and tosses them on the mattress next to her. Then she hooks her thumbs under the waistband of her thong and shimmies out of it, leaving herself completely bare and on display for me.
I press a knee onto the bed and make my way over her, nudging her legs apart as I lower my head and take one of her rosy nipples into my mouth. Flicking it with my tongue, I reach for the box of condoms and pull one out.
“Give it to me,” she pants, taking the foil packet from my hands. “I want to put it on you.”
I’m not sure I can handle having her touch me right now, but I don’t object. Releasing her nipple, I lean back on my haunches and watch as her dainty little hand finds my cock. She gives it a long tug, making sure her fingertips graze my balls and then rolls the condom on.
Fully sheathed, I position myself between her legs. She stretches her arms above her head and her fingers wrap around the wrought iron bars of my headboard.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since I first laid eyes on you,” I confess, guiding my cock toward her pussy.
“Then what are you waiting for?” she taunts, arching her back.
A growl works its way past my lips as I press a hand to the mattress and plunge inside of her. She gasps slightly and her eyes go wide.
It takes every ounce of self-control I have not to thrust deeper. To give her a moment to adjust to my size. I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her slowly. My palms move to her face and I hold her steady as my tongue slides over hers.
She acclimates.
Giving me more of that sweet heaven.
Then I move.
I push deep and hard, before pulling out and going even deeper. Her tight little pussy hugs my cock as she arches and meets me thrust for thrust. A fresh sheen of sweat covers our bodies and the sound of flesh slapping flesh mixes with our breathless pants and fills my ears.
Until now sex has been a release.
A means of relaxation.
Pleasure.
But as I stare into Victoria’s eyes, I realize there’s more to sex than just getting off. I’ve never looked into a woman’s eyes knowing for certain there was nowhere else I’d rather be than right there inside of her and I got to tell you, it’s fucking mind blowing.
The need becomes dire and the pleasure intensifies.