“I want you . . . inside of me . . . now.” I moaned, squirming against him.
Vic’s eyebrows twitched up. “Oh yeah?”
“Yes!”
“How bad do you want it?”
I groaned, frustrated. “Give it to me, please! I need you.”
Vic grinned, making me even wetter. Fuck.
“You need me?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.
I nodded furiously, trying to wrap my legs around him.
“I’ll give you what you need, baby.” Vic said, again nibbling and kissing my neck.
I mewed, frustrated. He kissed his way down my neck, tugging aside my (his) shirt, and latching onto my left nipple. I moaned, tearing at his back. At this rate, I was going to leave scratches through his shirt. He kept going down, eventually on his knees.
I blinked, staring down at the top of his head.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Giving you what you need.” Vic said, his voice harsh. He ripped down my panties in one, quick motion. I was bare before him.
“Oh, no... You don’t have to...” No one I’d ever been with enjoyed going down on me. Everyone loved a blow job, but no one liked cunnilingus. It had given me a complex, actually. I know it shouldn’t have, but it did. I felt like I was somehow dirty. Vic’s eyes snapped toward mine and I was sucked into the black hole.
His hands snaked around to my ass, pulling me closer. “You will not take this away from me.” Vic stared at my naked legs and inner thighs, his hands running up and down my backside. It felt like forever with him just looking at me.
“It’s okay if I’m—” I started to say, thinking he was not into it.
“So wet for me,” Vic said, planting a kiss on my core. I gasped at the unexpected sensation. “Oh, fuck, Lennox. You’re so good. Such a good girl getting your pussy wet for me.” Vic reached for my right leg and brought it over his shoulder. He placed his hot mouth against my inner core.
I gasped, grabbing a handful of his hair.
“Yeah, that’s right, babe. Hold on to me. Let me feel how much you like it.”
Soon I was riding his mouth with abandon. When I came, I heard him growl into me and the sound reverberated into my core.
Vic picked me up. “We’re not done.”
Good, I don’t think I’d ever have enough of Vic.
Vic car
ried me over to the bed and gently put me down on the torn-up sheets like I was a china doll. I watched him take off his shirt, and I was suddenly angry that I hadn’t gotten that opportunity. Before he could unbutton his pants, I scrambled to my knees and reached for his waistband with my left hand, and fumbled with the pant button with my right.
“Hey there,” Vic said, tipping my chin up toward him. He caught my mouth with his, taking my tongue into his own. I whimpered for mercy.
“It’s my turn,” I whispered against his lips, still playing with the button and tugging at the waistband. He raised his eyebrows in a smirk but didn’t object. I unfastened the button and lowered the fly. He was wearing boxer briefs that molded to his cock tremendously. I chewed on my lip. It was like unwrapping a present.
I carefully folded down his boxer briefs until his cock sprang out into my face. It was magnificent; I had to lick it. There was no stopping me. I placed my lips over the tip and felt Vic’s hands rake through my hair. As I moved my mouth lower down the shaft, I heard him let out a guttural, beastly sound.
“Lennox . . .”
I looked up at him, my mouth still securely around his cock. I was not letting it go; it tasted too damn good.
“Oh fuck, Lennox. When you look at me like that, you’re so goddamn sexy. Such a good girl.” Vic stroked my hair. “If you keep going, I’m gonna finish, and I wanna be inside you when I do that.”