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“If I’m yours, are you mine, Vic? You’re so accustomed tome, me, me.What part ofyouare you offering in return, huh?” He deprives me of all thought as his head disappears beneath my skirt. Damn, Victor’s prone to snatching off items as I watch in shock. I move my hand down to intercept his touch, trying to save my panties despite his head being covered and out of sight. Victor wrenches my arms behind me. Ruthless hands grab onto my thong, shredding it from my taut, anxious flesh.
At his touch, I jerk, aiding Victor in his merciless thrusting. My slit is under an agonizing attack, pushing me over the edge. A shudder chases after me as his tongue possesses me without remorse. I’m weak to his touch, unable to shove the skirt away to watch his debauchery. Victor lifts my thighs, opening my lush folds further. Eyes glazing over, I spread myself wider—an offering to his harsh worship.
He fastens his mouth on the throbbing folds of my pussy, kissing my treasure as one would a lover returned from war. If my channel required air, she would’ve perished.
Victor rises, mouth glazed with my cream and his satisfaction. His cruel hand captures the nape of my neck. The fragrance of my liquid lust is on Victor’s lips. My breath is beautifully stolen.
Pressing a hard kiss on my throat, Victor then hisses against my clavicle. “Have you finished deprivingus? Give meyou, Luxury.Your body craves my control.”
This vigorous movement of his only takes a nano second as he trails his way beneath my skirt again. Finally, Victor takes on a languid pace. Hungry lips brand my clit. My body speaks a language only Victor can decipher. His tongue dips out and twirls around the soft, tiny bulb.
Adding depth to his rhythm, Victor softly kisses my clit. The tiny, tender bulb becomes his sole focus—all in a desire to obtain my complete and utter submission.
“Luxury, to whom do you belong?”
“Victor, please. This is just sex,” I murmur, a deep rupture dividing my resolve. But it’s not just sex, which is an aphrodisiac and something to be feared.
Aware that he has almost broken me down to the simplest form, the monster returns to his kneeling position, revering my pearl. I don’t have to beg his tongue to move to the left or the right. My clit is his violin.
After I’ve thrashed around like a woman possessed, Victor slides us onto the plush pile carpeting. His body crushes my weaker, smaller one. With his erotic mouth fragrant from my climax, he overcomes me with a tender kiss. My fingers stitch into his hair. He unzips his pants, fisting his cock. Victor’s hands glide around my waist, drawing the curve of my ass upward, and impales me with his length.
Victor’s name becomes a prayer on my lips, floating to heaven.
With his body pressed in intimate contact with mine, Victor further destroys my grasp at self-preservation. Cock pistoning through me, the flood gates open, leaving me panting and gasping. I lie there breathless as he pulls out to unbutton his shirt. Heart pounding between my thighs, I watch as Victor moves over to the couch and sits. He still hasn’t fully undressed. His tie hangs loose. His button-up opens to display his tapered abdomen. He’s still wearing his pants, for goodness’ sake. Although the sight of his cruel cock leaning against his powerful abdomen has gathered my attention.
He pours himself a whiskey and sips it down. “Come.”
Searching for the last reserve of energy in my body, I crawl over, pushing myself up off the floor, and straddle him. He pushes my skirt up farther about my waist, sliding nefarious palms over my rounded hips.
With whiskey-laced breath, Victor’s voice epitomizes a man with experience to a woman who idolizes him. “Listen carefully, Luxury.”
A rough hand cups my cheek. The other clasps his glass for another quick drink. Controlling eyes sear into my soul. “You’ve possessed me. You’ve no bloody fucking idea the power you have, Miss Whitson.”
My spirit lurches.Why is he referring to my last name?
While one hand continues to seize my cheek, the other fists his cock between us.
“You’ve unimaginable power, Luxury. Say you’re mine. Climb that pretty little cunt on my cock. Allow me to serve you for the rest of your natural-born life.”
Lost in the rapture of his statement, I tell myself that he’s offering my wildest dreams. Doubt still lingers. I whisper, “Just sex?”
My question’s left by the wayside as always.
“Say you’re mine. You’ve taken from me, Little One.” The hand continues its sensual stroke of his venerated cock. “You’ve taken my control. I’m a man possessed. Say it!”
Saliva floods my mouth, and the same pool of passion warms my abdomen. I place my hand over his, marveling at the vicious size of his dick.
“Slide your cunt on my cock, Luxury.”
The order’s not without further stipulation. Victor laces his erotic commands with the biggest decision I’ll ever make in my life.
To give myself to Victor.
Not.
Just.
Sex.
