Page 80 of Stolen Harmony
“Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice rough. “Stroke that cock while I finger you, while you taste every inch of me. I want to see you make a mess.”
I obeyed, hand fisting my cock, slick with precome, stroking hard as he fingered me deeper, rough and relentless. His thumb circled my hole, then slid in, making me whine, hips bucking against his grip.
He grabbed my chin, smeared spit across my lips, and shoved his thumb into my mouth. “Suck,” he commanded, and I did, tongue swirling around the digit, eyes rolling back with pleasure.
He grinned, then slid his thumb out and spit directly into my open mouth, watching as I swallowed it down. “You really are perfect. So hungry for filth, for my body, for everything I give you.”
I stroked myself faster, Victor’s fingers buried deep inside me, his body under my tongue, the taste and scent of him driving me wild. He reached down, grabbed my ass with both hands, and pulled me down onto his lap, positioning me above his cock, letting the head grind against my spit-slick hole.
Victor’s hands tightened on my hips, but instead of guidingme down onto his cock, he suddenly twisted, manhandling me until I was sprawled facedown on the bed. His strength sent a thrill through me, my body obeying before my mind caught up. I barely had time to gasp before he shoved my thighs apart, hands spreading me wide, ass in the air and cock dangling, already leaking onto the sheets.
“Stay,” he growled, the command vibrating through my bones. I was helpless, ass up, cheek pressed to the mattress, trembling with anticipation.
Victor’s hands roamed over my ass, kneading and squeezing, thumbs digging into the flesh and pulling me open even further. I could feel his breath, hot and humid, ghosting over my hole. I whined, need spilling out of me—“Please, Victor, please—” but my words were cut off with a jolt as his tongue flicked out, wet and rough, dragging from my taint up to my entrance.
He didn’t tease for long. Victor dove in, licking a slow, deliberate circle around my hole, then pressing his tongue flat, lapping up every trace of spit and sweat he’d left earlier. The sensation was overwhelming—hot, filthy, everything I’d ever craved. I arched my back, pushing into his mouth, desperate for more.
“God, you taste fucking perfect,” Victor groaned, voice muffled as he buried his face between my cheeks, tongue pushing past the tight ring of muscle, fucking into me as his fingers spread me wider. I sobbed, cock pulsing, hips rocking back to meet every stroke of his mouth.
He alternated between long, broad licks and sharp, teasing flicks, making my whole body jerk and shudder. Every time I thought I couldn’t take more, he’d pull back just enough to spit on my hole, spreading it with his tongue and watching the mess drip down my crack. The filthy slick sound of it filled the room, making my face burn with humiliationand pride.
He pressed his thumbs into the flesh, spreading me so wide I felt split open, exposed. “You like being eaten out, don’t you, Rowan? Like being my filthy little meal.” He punctuated the words with a hard suck, drawing my hole into his mouth, making me wail into the sheets.
“Yes, Victor—please, don’t stop—need it?—”
He rewarded me with another long, deep lick, tongue fucking into me until my arms gave out, body shaking. Then his hands slid down, gripping my thighs, and he forced my knees wider, raising my hips until I was spread open completely, ass up, hole wet and twitching, cock hanging heavy and leaking.
Victor leaned in and spit directly onto my hole, letting it drip down, then chased it with his tongue, slurping it up, making obscene, wet noises that echoed in my head. “You hear that? That’s the sound of you being devoured, Rowan. The sound of me claiming you.”
I moaned, lost to the rhythm of his mouth, the heat and pressure of his tongue, the filthy praise he fed me with every breath.
Then suddenly, his mouth was gone. I gasped in protest, but he was already shifting behind me, gripping my cock from behind. Without warning, Victor swallowed me whole, his mouth hot and slick, lips sealing around the base as he sucked hard, tongue swirling under the head. At the same time, he reached under, teasing my spit-slick hole with his fingers, sliding two inside with practiced confidence.
The dual sensation made my vision go white. My knees buckled, and I pressed my chest to the mattress, ass even higher, presenting for him, desperate to give him everything he wanted. Victor worked me in tandem—sucking my cock, fucking my ass with his fingers, humming around my length like he was savoring a favorite meal.
“Fuck—Victor—please, I’m gonna—” My voice broke as hemoaned around my cock, the vibration shooting up my spine. His grip tightened on my hips, holding me in place, not letting me squirm away from the relentless pleasure.
He let my cock slip from his mouth with a wet pop, smirking at the mess he’d made—spit running down my shaft, pooling at my balls. “Not yet. You’re not coming until I say so.”
I groaned, frustration and need crashing over me in waves. Victor bent back down, burying his face in my ass, tongue licking up the mess, then tracing around my rim in slow, lazy circles. Every time his tongue pressed in, my cock jerked, leaking fresh precome onto the bed.
He reached up, grabbed a handful of my hair, and yanked my head back, forcing me to look over my shoulder at him. His mouth was glistening, cheeks flushed, eyes wild with hunger. “You look so fucking good like this, Rowan—ruined, open, begging for it. Do you know how filthy you are right now?”
“Yes—please, Victor, need more, want you?—”
He spat on my hole again, then slid three fingers inside, stretching me wide. His mouth returned to my cock, sucking me off with single-minded focus, tongue pressing hard under the head as his fingers worked deeper, spreading me open for him.
“Feel that?” he murmured between sucks, his breath hot against my skin. “That’s me opening you up, getting you ready to be filled. You want it, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes—please, Victor—need you so bad?—”
He chuckled, low and rough, and doubled down. His tongue flicked over my rim, then pressed in alongside his fingers, the stretch almost too much, pleasure and pain colliding. I was shaking, dripping, desperate, cock throbbing and leaking precome in steady pulses onto the sheets.
He sucked me hard, bobbing his head, spit dripping from his mouth onto my cock and balls. His free hand came up,cupping my balls, rolling them gently, thumb tracing lazy circles. Every touch was calculated to undo me.
“You’re gonna come for me, Rowan,” Victor growled, voice muffled as he mouthed my hole, “and you’re gonna make a mess. You’ll remember this every time you sit down tomorrow, every time you taste yourself on your lips. You’ll know you belong to me.”
I was babbling, words spilling out in a torrent—“Yes, Victor, please, need to come, want you, want to be yours, fuck, please—” my voice cracked as he sucked my cock back down, taking me deep, fingers fucking my ass fast and rough.
