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“Is this okay?” she asked, taking his erection into her hands as soon as it sprung free from his boxer briefs.
“It’s more than okay, honey,” he hissed as she ran her hands up and down his shaft.
“Can I taste you?” she asked, darting her tongue out to lick her lips.
“God, you’re going to fucking kill me, Trish,” he growled. “Stop playing around and suck me.” She coyly smiled up at him and nodded, letting her tongue lick over the head of his cock. He shoved himself at her as if demanding more attention from her mouth and she was happy to comply.
Trish opened her mouth for him, letting him slide in and to the back of her throat. She gagged a little bit from how big he was, and Victor pulled back some. “Good?” he asked. Trish hummed her approval and wrapped her hands around the base of his cock, using them in harmony with her mouth to work him in and out. Every time he nudged the back of her throat, she gagged a little bit, and Trish wondered if that was something that Victor liked. He seemed lost as he pumped in and out of her mouth, moaning out her name when he was about to lose himself down her throat. He tried to pull free from her lips as Trish hummed her protest, wrapping her arms around his body to grab handfuls of his ass.
“Trish, I’m going to come,” he growled. She looked up at him through her lashes, as if trying to tell him that it was okay. That was all the permission that he seemed to need as he came down her throat in hot spurts.
“God, baby,” he crooned as she licked him clean. “That was so fucking hot.”
“It was okay?” she asked. It was the first blow job she had ever given anyone, and she worried that she had done it all wrong—well until he came into her mouth.
“It was more than okay, baby,” he promised. “You’re fucking perfect.”
He pulled her up his body and settled back onto the sofa with her straddling his lap. “Ride me,” he ordered. “I want to watch you get yourself off.” He reached down between her legs, letting his fingers playfully run through her wet pussy.
“You’re already so wet for me, Trish,” he whispered into her ear.
“Yes, I am,” she said. “I liked giving you a blow job.”
“Well, I’m sure that we can make that happen as often as you like, honey,” he teased as he continued to play with her pussy. “Come here,” he ordered, pulling her up his body and letting her slide back down onto his cock. God, he felt good. She was worried about the two of them fitting together, but over the past few days, he had shown her just how well they fit.
“Move, honey,” he ordered. She was still shy about him watching her. It was all still so new for her, all the sensations, and the way that he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her. Trisha loved it all.
She did as he asked and when she was sure that she couldn’t go any longer, he ran the pad of his thumb over her clit, making her cry out his name. “Victor,” she shouted.
“That’s right, baby,” he crooned. “Come for me.” The things that he said to her should embarrass the hell out of her, but they didn’t. His dirty talk only made her want more from him.
Trisha collapsed onto his chest and curled into him. Victor wrapped his arms around her, totally engulfing her with his body. He couldn’t seem to hold her tight enough.
“What’s that for?” she asked.
“It’s for forgiving me,” he said. “And for agreeing to be mine.”
“Don’t forget that I gave you my virginity too,” she teased, wiggling her ass into his big hands. He flexed his fingers into her fleshy ass, and she squealed, just as her cell phone rang. It was sitting on the side table, next to the sofa, and Victor reached for it and handed it to her.
“It has to be my brother. He’s the only one who has this number,” she reminded.
“I know,” he said, “it’s okay, answer it.” She settled back down on top of Victor, and he wrapped his arms around her again.
“Hello,” she said.
“Hey, sis,” Bruno said.
“Hi. I’m here with Victor and you’re on speaker, if that’s okay,” she warned.
“Um, yeah,” Bruno said. “He’s the reason I’m calling actually. I have some bad news, Victor.”
“Just tell me,” Victor growled, taking the phone from her hand. She hated that their perfect moment was being ruined by bad news from back home.
“Your father is dead,” Bruno breathed into the other end of the phone.
“Dead,” Victor repeated. Trish tried to climb off him and he wrapped his arms around her tighter. “How?” he asked.
“He went to talk to my father,” Bruno said.
