Chapter 28 #2
“Oh baby, I’d swipe the earth to find you, and you think Canada would be a problem? You left without my approval, you left me starving, so I came to take what’s mine.”
I pick her up and carry her to the car, her legs wrapped around my waist. Nothing brings me more comfort, nothing calms my demons more than her body pressed against mine.
The familiar scent of her skin is flooding my senses. Her soft moans are like a song I would keep replaying forever.
Her thighs grip my hips as I press her onto the hood, the metal thudding from the weight.
She starts rolling her hips against my cock, and I’m already ready.
I’m barely able to hold myself back from bending her over the car and fucking all that attitude out of her.
Barely keep myself from fucking her after days of wondering, waiting, aching, after watching her slip through my fingers.
“Say it,” I growl, inhaling the sweet scent of my little ember and kissing her pulse point. “Say you missed me.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders as she answers with a muffled voice. “Fuck you.”
“That’s the plan.”
Her hands are already yanking at my belt. “You came all this way to fuck me?”
I look up at her from where my lips have traced down, biting her hardened nipples softly. “Pretty much yes.”
Dropping her head back as she moans from the pain is the only confirmation I need to continue. I trace down her body with my fingertips, sliding my fingers between her legs. She’s already soaked through her panties.
“On your knees.”
With no hesitation, she drops in front of the car, headlights framing her. Her hands are working my belt loose almost frantically, but when she finally takes me out, she stops moving altogether and just bites that fucking bottom lip.
“Come on, little ember. Don’t just look at it. My pretty girl knows how to suck my cock, doesn’t she?”
The hunger in her eyes is undeniable. If there is one thing Victoria likes above all else when she’s getting fucked, it’s to be praised like the good girl she is. She can practically come just from being told how good she is doing, which comes naturally considering the libido this girl has.
She presses her lips to the head of my cock and starts placing kisses along the shaft, covering the entirety of its length, sucking with every kiss.
Once she gets to my balls, she starts licking them, her tongue moving in circles and—I start thinking of aviation disasters and the entire roster of my favorite hockey team.
Anything that will help me last longer than a virgin.
My little ember was made for sucking my cock, and I will repeat that fact however many times it takes until she truly understands how addicted I am to her.
“Open up and let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
She opens, and Jesus fucking Christ.
Her mouth is warm. Wet. Perfect.
I push inside, only the head to start, allowing her to adjust to the size, then continue pushing in until half of it is inside her warm mouth.
Her breath is hitches, and I remind her, “through your nose, breathe through your nose.”
I don’t want her to choke before we even start. The last thing I need is for her to vomit everything she’s been holding down.
Not because I’d be put off by it. God knows she could be covered in it and I’d still lick her clean just so I could touch her skin. No, her puking would automatically mean a sudden stop to what’s about to happen, and the only way I’ll allow that is if I’m dead.
She takes control of the move, sucking it, while I continue pushing.
My breath catches when she looks at me, and fuck, I nearly came from that alone.
She continues to lick and suck and whatever else her tongue is doing that nearly has me collapsing, and everything around me fades away, leaving me lightheaded.
But God, the way she takes me…
Tightening my grip on her head now, I guide the pace. Her mouth works me faster—saliva dripping from her lips, down her chin, while her hand strokes what she can’t reach. Her tongue—God, her tongue—keeps on doing this thing, curling under the head just right.
“Spell my name,” I command, pushing myself forward. She tries to pull away, but I let my thumb dig into her scalp, holding her firmly in place. “With your tongue. Every letter. Let me feel it.”
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, her tongue begins to trace every stroke of the letters on the base of my cock: her tongue forms the “A”, then continues with a sharp curve for the “Z”, followed by a soft brush for the “R”—each movement done while I’m still pushing myself into her.
She finally takes my full length, her throat loosening around me as she struggles to adjust to my size. The rhythm grows animalistic, and I’m not even sure which one of us is enjoying this more.
Then she decides to swallow around my cock, and I’m done. My hips buck, and I lightly tap her cheek, letting her know this would be a good time to move. But just like in the classroom, she doesn’t flinch—she even moans around me like the idea of me finishing in her mouth turns her on.
I try to prolong the inevitable as long as I can, but it’s impossible when Victoria is looking so beautiful with my cock in her mouth.
“Be ready, love,” I warn her.
I hit the edge hard and fast, an almost primal sound escaping my mouth. It feels like the perfect summer thunderstorm in the middle of the forest.
After she’s done swallowing every drop, she sits back on her heels, staring up. “How did I do, Professor?”