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“I’m here, sweetheart,” I croon, moving my hand under her bra and taking her full tit into my hand—skin against much softer skin.
I feel the way my body quakes from the sensation, answering Gia’s need. She may not realize this, but her hand is now tightly gripping my cock and fuck I wish my pants were out of the way. I don’t want to press my luck, though. So, I don’t push them down. If she doesn’t let go of my cock soon, however, I’m going to cum in my pants like a fucking teenager. I push that thought away as I begin kissing down her neck, carefully sliding my hand back to her stomach. I hear Gia’s tiny whimper of disappointment and I grin.
God, she’s perfect.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” I assure her. “I’m going to give you more pleasure. I’m nowhere near ready to stop,” I promise. Then without warning my lips latching onto one of her nipples that is pushing against her shirt and begging for affection. I hate having her clothes in the way, but once I push her sports bra out of the way, the thin fabric of her worn T-shirt still lets me tease her properly.
“Oh, God,” she moans.
In reward for how needy she sounds, I capture the nipple between my teeth and nip at it, suckling afterwards. I continue my onslaught, but all the while my hand is inching into her pajama shorts. The heat of her sweet pussy calls to me, leaving me powerless. I’m completely under her spell. I was made to be hers. I am here to give her pleasure. She is my world.
I use my fingers to create space against the lace fabric of her panties and dive even deeper. I growl in response to her whimper when my hand is finally cupping her pussy. Her lips are soaked with evidence of her desire for me. I can feel her cream pressed against my palm. Fuck, I wish I could see her. I won’t push it, though. This isn’t a race. I have to win Gia over by perseverance. There’s a neatly trimmed thatch of hair against her creamy lips. It sends pleasure through me. I can tell it’s something she does herself. Most women go to a spa and get waxed. Gia’s not let anyone else see her beauty willingly. I’m the only person she’s giving that right too. It’s a gift. I need to make sure she always feels beautiful and comfortable with me. I want to make sure she knows I cherish her.
God, she’s so wet that her juices are everywhere I touch. It’s addicting. I let my fingers lightly move against her lips, grazing the neatly trimmed hair I find. It’s hard to tell if it’s just a small landing strip or something different, and I mourn that I can’t just uncover her and see. I know it will happen. The mere fact that she’s letting me touch her like this is all the proof I need.Finally, I slide my fingers into the folds of her pussy, petting her slowly and methodically. Gia’s body goes still. Our gazes lock as the gravity of this moment surrounds us, changing the very air we’re breathing. The moment feels charged, electrical currents sparking between us. While looking into her beautiful green eyes, I let two of my fingers search out her clit. Her teeth come down to press against her bottom lip. Their pearly white color is in direct contrast to the soft pink of her lush lips. This little sliver of noise escapes as I press against her clit. Her hand tightens even more on my cock.
“Are you okay?” I feel the need to ask. I want her to know she is in control here. She nods once. I run my tongue against her lip and immediately she opens to me. I can feel where her teeth were a second ago and after running my tongue along the tender area, I push into her mouth, my tongue heatedly tangling with hers. Gia takes part in our kiss, matching my need and that’s the sign I needed the most. I begin to make tiny circles around her swollen, sopping wet clit. She needs me. I want nothing more than to bury my face in her sweet cunt and drown myself in her sweet juices. The very thought alone is enough to make my dick weep. I can feel a small drop of cum slide over the head and down my shaft. I press my fingers harder against her clit, grinding against it and working her with an intensity that I’ve never felt before.
“That feels so good,” she pants. Her voice is soft, yet somehow, I hear it loudly, even over the way my hunger for her has my blood rushing through my ears. I bring my mouth back to her breast, sucking a nipple through the shirt, while my thumb takes over massaging her clit. I stretch two of my fingers down to find her entrance and I slowly push them inside her tight heat, while still massaging her clit. “Oh God, don’t stop,” she orders.
She needn’t worry. I’m not going anywhere. I bite on her nipple and begin thrusting in and out of her pussy with two ofmy fingers. My thumb continues to grind on her clit. Gia’s hips are rocking against me now as sensation takes over. These sexy hot breaths are puffing out of her as her body vibrates with pleasure. I suck hard on her nipple, pressing it to the roof of my mouth, giving it a hard pull, all while silently cursing her shirt. I shift my hand around and extend one free finger down and curl to reach the small rosette opening of her ass. I press against the ring of muscle so there’s no part of her that she can’t feel me now. For a moment, she freezes. I don’t let that deter me. I keep working her, refusing to stop. Her hips spring back to life as she starts riding my hand like never before.
“What are you doing to me?”
The question comes out as a long whine full of desire. I groan nibbling on her breast while I fuck her juicy cunt harder. She tightens around my digits and the need to push inside her with my cock is almost more than I can stand. She’s slowly killing me. I can feel by the way the walls of her pussy flutter around me and the answering echo in the tight muscles of her ass that she’s close. I release her breast only to lean up and beg in her ear. “Come for me, Kitten. Let me feel you fly apart. Come for me.” Her body jerks with my order as I flatten my thumb on her clit and press hard, grinding it while continuously fucking her with my fingers. My moves are hard and fast, giving her no chance to catch her breath. I want her orgasm. It belongs to me.
Suddenly, she cries out, her body tightening as she tries to hold it back, but that’s impossible. Her climax claims her, and she comes with a keening cry of my name.
“Victor!”
The joy I feel is beyond words. I keep working her and working her, and slowly move my finger from her ass and change my movements to soothe her pussy as she rides out the storm I unleashed in her body.
When she slowly comes back to Earth, I look at her flushed face and the satisfaction I see in her beautiful eyes makes me feel like a fucking king.
I claim her mouth, kissing her because if I don’t do something, I’m going to strip down and fuck her hard and in a way that she’ll never forget who owns her body.
angelina
. . .
Oh my God.
My first real orgasm. I had some before my attack, of course. They were given to me by my vibrator—a cute small, purple, vibrating wand I named Simon. I love to read, and Simon was the sexiest character ever invented. I’m aBridgertonfan and I like to fantasize, what can I say? That name has only gotten sexier after the TV show premiered. That was some terrific casting—that’s all I have to say.
My wand bends and curls anyway I want to move it and although I think it was made for the umm… thebackdoorarea, I used it only on the front because it got the job done and rather quickly.
I loved Simon, but I threw him out after my attack. Sex is the last thing I’ve had on my mind. Still, I thought sex could never live up to the pleasure that Simon gave me back then. I was wrong.So wrong.Honestly, I know whatever you could call what Victor and I just did, wasn’t what he wanted. If I can get past my hang-ups, it will be much better. At this point, I’m pretty sure it will be so good that it might kill me. That’s how much faith I have in Victor’s abilities.
“Gia?” he whispers. It’s then that I realize my eyes have closed. I should open them and look at him. Eventually, I will. Right now, I need another couple of minutes to contemplate how Victor just rocked my world and how things might change now.
“Mm…” I hum.
“Kitten, look at me,” he responds, his voice tender. I think I even hear humor.
“I don’t want to. I need a few minutes to review how you just killed me.”
“I didn’t kill you,” he denies, and this time I definitely hear the laughter in his words.
“I’m pretty sure you did.”
