“Yeah?” she asked, staring up at me.
“Yeah. I don’t know what I’m feeling, but yes. I’m feeling things, and I like it. So, you keep that body of yours under control for now. We can have dinner later this week and maybe pick up where we left off here?”
Her hand left my cock and she raised both of them in surrender. “I’ll be nothing but an angel until Friday night. Dinner… You choose where. Text me the details.”
10
KAT
He slammed me against the wall, his greedy hands tearing at my shirt. I couldn’t get his shirt off him fast enough, my body craving the feeling of his skin pressed against mine. Victor’s teeth sank into the skin on my shoulder after he pulled my shirt off, his fingers nimbly unfastening my bra. I could feel his swollen cock, begging to be let loose to hunt me, and it made my pussy ache just thinking of how he would make me feel.
The wine he’d given me at dinner made my skin tingle with excitement, just that tiny bit more sensation to boost my arousal. While his hands busied themselves with my jeans, unbuttoning them, his lips traveled to my breasts, and I clawed at his back, wishing he’d just get my pants off already. We had rushed dinner, barely taking time to enjoy it because we both wanted each other so badly.
“God, I can’t seem to do this,” he muttered, letting my jeans go. I chuckled as he stepped away, taking off his pants in one quick movement. His dick stood up, a bead of precum already perched on its head, enticing me.
I peeled my jeans off, trying not to look like an idiot as I tugged them over my feet. In hindsight skinny jeans were a poor choice when I knew we’d be having sex, but I just wanted to look cute. I hadn’t thought about how this part would go. I lost my balance and fell against Victor, who wrapped his arms around me and turned me around, dropping me on the leather sofa. I bounced, laughing as he jerked my pants off, taking my panties with them.
“Fuck, I’ve been needing this all week.” He knelt between my legs, stroking himself and lining up as if he were going to penetrate me, but I scooted back.
“God, take your time.” I chuckled and grinned, sliding my hand around his cock. He pulled his hand away and let me stroke him. The look on his face was priceless. I lowered the head of his rod and took him into my mouth, sucking and stroking him. The soft grunt of pleasure was enough encouragement for me to keep going, and I let him push deep into my throat, relaxing my muscles so he could go as deep as he wanted.
“Shit, Kat.” Victor laid both hands on the sides of my head, pulling my face closer as he started thrusting gently. With him in charge, my hands were free to play, so I slipped my fingers between my soft folds, moistening them, and began to massage my clit. “God that feels amazing,” he mumbled, thrusting harder.
The cum accruing between my legs made it difficult to get the friction I desperately needed for stimulation. I tried to pull away, but he forced himself into my mouth harder, tightening his grip on my hair as he sped up. I splayed my palms on his thighs, pressing, and he got the point, slowly backing away.
“Shit, I could have cum,” he mumbled, pushing my head back and turning it upward to kiss me. His kiss was rough, and he forced me backward on the couch, using a knee to spread my legs wider.
My hands shot to his sides, slipping around him as my fingernails dug into his flesh the tiniest bit. I wanted him inside of me so badly I could feel my pussy screaming to be fucked. His shaft slid against my moisture, grinding between our bodies as he rocked his hips. It pressed on my clit and smeared cum all over me, but it felt amazing.
“Shit, Victor, just… God, I want you in me.” I tried to angle my hips to receive him, but he taunted me, positioning his body so he wouldn’t penetrate me. His hand greedily squeezed my breast, his teeth tearing into my neck and shoulder. I needed him, and if I could just feel him in me, I’d cum so fucking hard.
“You want me?” He toyed with me, sliding over my clit with his massive cock, rubbing and teasing me. “You want me to fuck you like a good little girl?” I could feel how hard he was, how badly he wanted me.
I bit my lip and whimpered as he sank his teeth into my shoulder again, his thumb and finger pinching a nipple. “Fuck, please, yes.”
“How bad do you want me?” His thrusts, rubbing his dick over me, grew harder, pressing me into the couch cushion.
“Pretty fucking bad.” My hands roamed his back, smoothing over his perspiring skin. I could feel the muscles tensing and relaxing with his movement.
He pulled back slightly, positioning the head of his cock right at my entrance. I could feel him there, resting between my lips, making me ache for him. He stared down at me, lust haze over his eyes.
“Beg.” The almost imperceptible movement of his dick across my clit was exhilarating. His breath was hot across my face, a hint of mint making me crave his lips.
“But…”
“Beg,” he told me again, dipping so he entered me only a fraction of an inch. “Come on, be a good girl.” He squeezed my breast again, making me arch my back upward. The slight movement sent air moving across my shaven mound, the chill of cum evaporating from my skin reminding me how much I wanted him.
“Shit, please fuck me. Victor, I really need you inside of me. Please just fuck me now.”
“You can do better than that. Tell me how much you want me.” Another squeeze, and my pussy clenched, wishing he would put me out of my misery.
“Goddammit, just fuck me already.” I arched upward, but he pulled away, and I realized he was going to make me beg. So, I did. “Please, fuck me. Please, I really need you to fuck me so bad.”
Without warning, he thrust forward, pushing his thick girth into me. I gasped and reached for my clit, but his hand was there first, pressing and rubbing in a circular motion. The sensation that had been building inside me came to a peak, centering on my clit and jolts of pleasure shot into my gut and down my legs.
“Fuck… I’m going to cum.” I gritted my teeth as he squeezed my breast again, his body weighing me down and filling me.
“God, I want to fill your pussy, then watch myself drip out of you when you stand up.” His thrusts became more urgent, like he was feeling on the edge too. “Or maybe I’ll shoot it on your face and make you lick it off.”