Vic Vaughn is Vicious

“Left,” I say, when he hesitates in the hallway.

Vic turns left, towards my bedroom. I manage to flick the light on as we pass through the door and then he sets me down on the mattress, spreading my legs open as our eyes lock.

I am naked and he looks hungry.

I reach for his belt, but he brushes my hand away. “Watch,” Vic says.

And then he slowly unbuckles his belt. Pausing to slide his palm down over the outline of his thick, hard cock beneath his jeans. I do watch. I have never seen a man jerk himself off. It’s never been a thing I’ve ever fantasized about, but I am suddenly eager to watch him put on this little show.

He tugs on his cock, closing his eyes and letting his head fall backwards a little. I want to touch him. I want to wrap my fist around his dick and put it in my mouth. But I don’t.

I let him tease me as he pops the button on his jeans and drags the zipper down, his hand sliding inside to rub against his shaft. He grits his teeth, like he’s driving himself crazy.

And this is when I slide my fingers between my legs too.

He smiles. Chuckles. “You’re a dirty little bitch.”

I nod. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

“Show me,” he whispers. “And I’ll show you.”

Oh, you’ve got yourself a deal, Mr. Vicious.

I open my legs wider, three fingers caressing my engorged clit. It’s still tender from the orgasm just a few moments before. And it’s sopping wet too. I collect a little of this wetness on my fingertips, then bring them up to my lips. I don’t lick them daintily. I stick these fingers all the way into my mouth until they trigger my gag reflex, then I pull them out. “I wish that was your cock.”

Vic’s grin is wide. But he doesn’t rush to take me up on my offer. He pulls one side of his jeans over a hip, exposing just enough length of his fat cock to get me worked up. I want to see it all. I crave the moment when he unleashes that beast and lets me take control.

But he makes me wait, his hand still jerking on it inside his jeans. I watch this. I can’t get enough of it. And when that moment finally arrives, when he finally tugs on his dick hard enough to release it from the tension of his jeans and it pops out, I lick my lips and look him in the eyes.

He shakes his head at me. “Not yet.” I don’t say anything. But he reads my mind. “I’m going to make you crave my cock in your throat, Daisy. Cute, sweet, innocent Daisy.”

“Ha.”

He laughs. “You really are a dirty little bitch, aren’t you?”

I nod. “I am. But only with you.”

“Good answer,” he says, jerking on his cock a little harder now. Then he nods at me. A slight chin lift. “Let’s see those fingers move, Daisy. Show me how much you want to suck my dick.”

I redirect my attention to myself. Normally I’m not big on fingering myself. I like toys. It’s just quicker. But I have his complete and captive attention and even though I just had an orgasm like five minutes ago, I’m ready again.

His eyes on me do that. If he were to touch me right now, I would just gush. No hesitation.

I slip a finger inside myself and he responds by massaging the tip of his finger over the head of his cock until a little bead of liquid pops out.

I want to lick it, but I can’t. So I lick my lips instead, our eyes locked.

He grins again. “Don’t worry. I will be putting things in that mouth of yours.”

My heart beats erratically and my breathing is heavy and quick as I play with myself under his watchful gaze.

He begins to jerk himself off with intent, his hand around his shaft, his grip tight. The sound of skin on skin. His mouth open, his eyes half closed, his hips forward like he wants to fuck my face.

I bite my lower lip, suddenly a tiny bit shy about asking him to do what I want.

I am rewarded with a crooked grin and then I just stop thinking. Because I want him to fuck my face. So I open my mouth and lean forward.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he whispers. And then the tip of his cock is right there. “Take it if you want it,” he says.

I do want it. So I lean forward just enough to tease him. I glance up and find him watching me with a lustful fascination. I close my mouth, his cock trapped inside it now. He stops jerking off and instead grabs my hair with both hands, urging me to take him deeper.