His mouth is on mine before I can get anything other than his name out from between my lips. “My cum tastes so good on your tongue, Victoria.”
The more he talks, the more I need. It’s not graceful, the way I’m bucking my hips against his dress pants. He’s going toneed to dry clean this fucking suit before long. My pussy’s throbbing, aching, begging for Raffi to make me come, but he simply kisses my forehead, tucks away his already hard cock, then holds out his hand for my key.
“I’ll make you come, but not here. Your place or mine?”
“Why are you driving?” My hips are rolling, head tipped back as I chase the release I won’t get from dry humping his leg. If I try harder can I get there through my leggings?
“You’re shaking. I’m not sure we’d make it in one piece if you drove.”He’s not entirely wrong. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?” How can someone with such a filthy mouth on him be so goddamn sugar sweet?
Somehow, I pry myself off him and compose myself enough to slide into the passenger seat. Raffi looks like a model as he sits in the driver side, while I look like some sort of under-bridge troll. My curls are wild, my face is streaked with mascara, and my cheeks are pink.
Raffi starts the car, plants his hand on my thigh and turns to me with a smirk. “Play with yourself on the drive home, Firecracker. Stay ready for me.”
CHAPTER 34
Raffi
Is there any sweeter sound than the voice of a gorgeous woman pleading with you to let her come?
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.
