“I don’t know.”
“Victoria, don’t lie. You must know.”
“I like seeing you come.”
“Good. I do it a lot around you.”
That earns me a giggle, but her agitation kicks up a notch and I can tell, whatever she said earlier, we’re getting to the roots now.
The very fact she’s relaxed while her pussy is inches away from my face is also a good sign.
“I had to be in control before to stop… people getting ideas.”
My eyes narrow. “Did anyone hurt you?”
“No. But they wouldn’t, would they? If I made sure of it.”
“So you made sure someone was happy and they’d leave you alone?”
“Yes.”
My initial instinct is to kill whoever she touched.
Instead, I withhold the urge. It’ll get me nowhere.
“Are you a pillow princess, Victoria?”
She squirms again. “What?”
“Are you? Do you want to lie back on your pillows, all pretty for me, while I lavish you with attention and force you to come over, and over, and over again?”
Her hips wiggle. “I’m into you so no.”
“Are you a bottom?”
“I don’t want to just receive either. I want to see you come too!”
“In you?”
“Yes.” She swallows. “I think about that a lot.”
“About what?”
“You coming inside me and then holding it in.”
“With?”
“Your dick.” She wiggles again. “Sometimes, if I’m in a lecture, I think about something keeping it in.”
I let my finger stray to her clit and start to rub it. “You want to sit in class with my cum keeping you warm all day.”
She moans. “That sounds so hot.”
“And what would you do if I texted you and asked for a picture?”
“I’d send it to you. I’d want you to know you’re inside me still.”
There goes my dick.
