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“Would you like your dessert now, Victoria?”
He told me in the beginning, the more I ate, the bigger the reward. And I’m aching for my reward.
“Yes. I’ll be good, please, yes, dessert.” Opening my mouth, I wait for the spoon, but he stops halfway to me and instead smears the chocolate mousse all the way down his cock that is so hard it looks like it’s impossible to get any bigger. The veins are protruding, and the purple head is leaking profusely.
“Suck me clean. You will take it all and enjoy your dessert for being such an obedient girl.” The hand in my hair tugs tighter against my scalp as he pulls me straight up onto my knees between his legs again. “I want to feel the back of your throat. Relax, my precious.” He pushes my head down as I open my mouth and close it around his cock, and I sigh with relief of touching him. He’s so big I don’t know how I will take him all, but I need to try. It’s what he is demanding, and I don’t want to disappoint him.
“That’s it, beautiful. Breathe through your nose and relax those tight throat muscles. Oh, you are perfect, just the perfect fucking little bitch. All mouth when you want to challenge me, but I knew that mouth would be worth the wait. You have no idea the view I have of those lips that tantalize me, wrapped around me and silenced in the best way possible.”
My body is quivering, drool running from the corner of my mouth, and all I want to do is come and have him come down my throat, hard. I want it all. I’m moaning and rocking up and down over him. Using his hands, he desperately sets my rhythm. Again, he wants to control it all.
“You need to come don’t you, Victoria?” I bob my head up and down, trying to signal to him without stopping. My hands are on the tops of his thighs, my nails digging into his skin so hard while I try to hold myself back.
Say the word, Nicholas, fuck, say the word already!
“Stop moving but don’t pull your mouth off.” I can feel the vibration in his body too. He is on the edge of exploding but isn’t ready for it to be over.
“Touch yourself. Now! I want to feel you moaning on my cock while you try to hold in that orgasm. Show me how you like to finger yourself and think of me.”
The tears are falling from my eyes as I touch my sex and try not to let myself go. I can’t do it. I can’t hold back any longer.
My fingers move faster, rubbing my clit so hard. I’m screaming all around his cock in pain. He knows I’ve reached my limit, yet he is pushing me that little bit further. I can’t hold still, my mouth now moving up and down. I’m back devouring him and screaming, my other hand now at the base of his cock squeezing him as hard as I can. I want him to feel it too.
As impossible as it seems, I can feel him swelling further in my mouth, to the point my lips are so tight around him.
He is grunting now like an animal, giving me the satisfaction that is racing through my body at making him lose his precious control. I can taste him in my mouth, and the salty precum is divine. His body tenses under me, and he finally screams his words into the room. “Come… fucking come… for me.”
The buzz in my ears starts, my body shaking with pain as every muscle lets go in euphoria from my orgasm taking over. But it doesn’t stop me. I’m so heightened, and I want him to explode in my mouth so desperately. I move my hand to his balls and pull them down and squeeze them so tightly. The roar of my name echoes off the ceiling as the ropes of cum hit the back of my throat. There is no relief as he keeps thrusting into my mouth with every squirt. There is so much of it, and I swallow everything I can, but I can feel it dribbling from the side of my mouth too.
I’ve never wanted to taste a man as desperately as I want Nicholas. Suddenly, though, I’m pulled off him, and he drags his cock toward my breasts, painting my skin with him.
I want to be marked by Nicholas Darby!
I don’t know if I will get to keep him, but I will always be his. He has broken me for any other man. Deep down I know that, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk away. I know I should, because I have a life planned, but his powerful pull over me is making my dreams slip through my fingers like sand. I promised myself I wouldn’t let any man rule my life so he couldn’t break me. So why am I so worried, it’s already too late!
Nicholas reaches down under my arms and pulls me up onto his lap. His breathing is ragged, and his eyes are full of desire. Placing me straddling him, he uses his right hand to massage his cum into my skin. I’m not the only one who wants to make sure he claims my body. My soul is still so wrapped up in confusion, but he owns my body. There is no going back now.
Laying my head on his shoulder just trying to come back to earth, his chest is still rising under me. I’m not sure he was as in control of that as he thought he was. I feel like his head is racing as much as mine is.
We shouldn’t fit together like this, yet we do. And neither of us understand it or wants to accept it. Because if we admit it, then it gives it wings, and I doubt either of us is ready for that.
“We need to get dressed.” The moment he starts to speak, his body tenses up again. It’s like he has this switch that brings the armor back up.
“Umm, I need to shower.” Sitting back up, I screw my face up at him in humor at the sticky mess now all over my chest.
“No. I don’t want you to wash me off you.” He’s so serious that I’m left confused. He has always been so caring after sex and wanted to treat me like a princess. But now he wants me to stay like this?
“What, you want me to smell like a whore with sex all over me?”
“Victoria! Don’t say that.”
Wait, what? “So, you can call me that, but I can’t? Don’t be a hypocrite, Nicholas.” How can this man take me from feeling so wrapped up in his spell of pleasure one minute to wanting to rip his balls clean off him the next.
“Because when I say it, you are at a point of no return in sheer ecstasy, and it gets you off. You long for every filthy word from my mouth. But I won’t let you degrade yourself when we aren’t in that moment.”
Pushing off him and standing up, I bend down and grab my clothes. “That makes no fucking sense. Who said you get to make the rules all the time? God, you infuriate me!” I storm off, ignoring him calling me back.
Stomping up the stairs to the shower, I make sure I grab a bra this time, because he doesn’t get the pleasure of ogling me again. No wonder my head is so confused. When he’s the arrogant asshole, I don’t understand what I even see in him.
