If there is I haven’t heard it. The sopping wet sound of her pussy while I drill into her is a close second, but hearing my name fall from her desperate lips sends goosebumps all over my body.
Halfway to the hockey house, she changed her mind. So we’re on our way to her place. And by the time we pull into her driveway, my firecracker is a needy fucking mess.
“Let me taste you, Victoria.”
As she pulls her hand from her pants, her whimpers make my already hard dick throb. Her salty sweet juice drips from her fingers onto my tongue in an explosion of flavor.
I take it back. Her pleas are sweet, but her arousal is even sweeter.
“Raffi, please…” Her breathy begging makes my world spin.
Moving her hand from my lips, I plant her palm on my cock. “See what you do to me, Firecracker? So fucking hard for you. Again.”
Another moan as her head falls back on the seat. She’s writhing where she sits, her ass brushing back and forth on the seat like it might give her the relief she needs. We both know it won’t.
“Ooooh, pretty girl. You won’t get what you need from that seat.” I can’t help the chuckle that escapes. I’m living for her desperation right now. Only because it mirrors my own. The scent of sex is heavy in the car, but if I stop to give us both what we need, we won’t see a bed tonight.
And for as much as I love my feisty redhead, there’s something particularly enjoyable about when she softens. When she’s pliable and needy, her walls are down and her vulnerabilities on display.
It’s only for me, only ever for me.
Because she’s mine, and we both know it.
Both Wyatt and Victoria’s mom are in their bedrooms. Hopefully Mrs. B sleeps like the dead because I’m not sure my girl can hold her tongue. She’s already half naked before I get the door closed behind me.
“You okay, Victoria?”
Her scowl is adorable, and when she flips me off I cross the space and bite the tip of her finger. She grabs my hand, trying to shove it between her thighs. The warmth is tempting to sink into, but I want to enjoy this hunger for just a little longer. I’ve never been about the chase, but with the ache building in my balls, and my girl being whipped into a starved frenzy, I can’t help but want to stretch this moment out.
When she purses her lips, squares her shoulders, and plants her fists on her hips, I know I’m in for a ball crushing. Can’t fucking wait. Few things are more beautiful than my firecracker in full glory.
The corners of my mouth twitch with the urge to smirk, but I bite the inside of my cheek, the pinch of pain keeping my excitement under wraps for now.
She doesn’t say a word. No tirade or challenges to my manhood. No threat. Nothing. She simply guides me to her room, flicks the lamp switch on her bedroom table so there’s extra light, falls back on her bed, spreads her legs and lips and fingers herself.
Kicking off my shoes, I almost eat dirt, stumbling when I see how pretty and pink her pussy is. Her arousal glistens under the light of her lamp as she hums with pleasure, her fingers strumming her clit.
I make short work of my clothes as she drives herself closer to the edge. Her body’s wiggling, feet scrambling for traction on the sheets while she whimpers and moans into her fist.
I can’t help pumping my cock and just watching her. Calling her a goddess is almost an affront. She’s ethereal, hair spilling over the bed in perfect waves, tits beckoning me with her perfect rosy nipples. I almost come. My dick’s rod-straight and rock hard as my hand glides up the shaft, turning over the head, and trailing tightly back down.
My building orgasm is stronger than my patience, but I’ll be damned if I come twice before Victoria explodes all over my fucking face.
Never in a million years.
“Sit on my face.” I point at her before waving my hand to indicate she should move and give me space to lie down.
“It won’t work. I’m too big.”
Fuck that noise. Tugging her ankle, I make myself some space on the bed and lie flat on my back. “Sit. On. My. Face.”
“I’ll crush you, Raffi. It sounds good in theory, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“The only way you’ll hurt me is if you don’t sit on my fucking face right this fucking second, Victoria.”
She crawls up the bed toward my head, grips the headboard, and swings a leg over my head so her knees bracket me in.
She lowers herself over me, but there’s no way she’s giving me her full weight. She’s holding out, and I don’t like it one little bit.
