Chapter Eighteen
Mario
Her mouth is perfect.
Warm and soft and so fucking good, I'm afraid I'll blow my load within seconds.
Victoria is naked and on her knees, and those are two of my favorite things, and the view...
My God.
It's like a dream.
The lights from the city are a halo behind her, and her eyes are locked on mine, dark with lust, her cheeks hollowed as she sucks.
Her lips are swollen, slick with her own saliva and mine.
I see her hand stray between her own legs.
"No," I order.
She whimpers, begs me with her eyes.
"Ti piace, vero? Ti piace quando ti fotto la bocca, sporcacciona," I murmur to her.
I know she doesn't understand the words, but her eyes tell me all I need to know.
They're dark and pleading.
"La tua fica è bagnata per me?" I ask. "Vuoi toccarti?"
Her gaze is fixed on me, and I can see the desire written there.
But she is a good girl, and she listens. Her hand falls away.
I reward her by pulling her head toward me, my cock sliding in deeper.
I bury myself in the back of her throat.
"Succhia," I grit out.
She obeys, and her tongue does something wicked, and fuck, fuck, fuck.
I'm losing control.
It is dangerous, but I can't seem to help myself. Not where she's concerned.
"Sei mia."
You're mine.
The words echo in my head as I feel my climax building, hot and fast.
Mine.
"Sto per venire," I warn her, then I realize I'm still speaking in Italian. "When I come, you're going to take it. You're going to swallow it all down like a good little girl."
Her eyes are glazed with pleasure.
She can do nothing but hold onto my thighs, fingers curled into the fabric of my pants, as I rear back and thrust into her, a little harder than before.
Victoria, my little Victoria, takes it all.
In fact, she tilts her head back just a little and widens her mouth, taking me even deeper.
"Give me your hands."
She lets go of my thighs, and I grab both wrists, stretch her arms high above her head, and pin her against the glass.
I feel her breasts pressed against my legs, her nipples hard.
I can smell her arousal all the way up here.
It's like the most potent drug.
I push deeper into her throat, pressing the back of her head against the glass.
"Eyes on me."
Her gaze locks with mine.
"Are you ready, Victoria? I'm going to fuck that sweet little mouth, and then I'm going to come down that pretty throat."
Her eyes are bright, her face flushed.
Her breasts press into my thighs.
"Sì?"
I pull back just a bit.
She nods.
"If you want me to stop, squeeze my hand twice."
She nods again, and wraps one of her hands around mine. She's panting and pressing eagerly forward, and it is too fucking much.
Victoria Murray is completely at my mercy, and the thought is more intoxicating than the finest bourbon.
It is a heady feeling, and I know I will never get enough.
I pull out until just the tip of my cock is in her mouth.
"Breathe, cara," I murmur.
She inhales.
I thrust.
Deep.
The head of my cock hits the back of her throat, and then I slide home.
She gags a little, her throat spasming.
"Cazzo," I breathe.
Her fingers squeeze my hand.
Only once.
I pull back, and then thrust again.
"You are fucking incredible, Victoria," I praise. "So good at following orders. So good at taking my cock."
Her hand squeezes mine again, and I know she likes that.
The words, the praise, the control. The helplessness.
I thrust again.
Her eyes are watering, tears spilling down her cheeks.
And still, she is looking at me.
My balls are tight, the pressure building.
I feel the climax coming.
"I want to feel your throat all around me. Just once. Hmm?"
Her eyes are locked onto mine, and I can see the answer in them, but I need something more tangible.
"Squeeze my hand once for yes, two times if no," I tell her.
No hesitation.
Once.
I pull back.
"Another big breath for me, cara."
She inhales, and I press forward.
Slowly.
"Relax, Victoria."
Her body softens, her head falling back to make room for me.
"That's it." My words are soft, encouraging. "Just like that. You're doing so well. You're such a good little cocksucker, aren't you?"
She lets out a soft, breathy sound, and her hand tightens on mine.
Just once.
Her body is shaking.
"I know," I murmur. "It's too much, isn't it? But you're doing so well. Just a little more."
The last inch is a tight fit.
Her mouth is stretched wide, her lips slick and red, and her throat is a wet, welcoming heat.
It feels too fucking good.
I catch myself before my eyes flutter closed, and instead, look down at her.
Victoria Murray.
My Victoria.
Naked and kneeling in front of me.
My cock buried in her throat.
I can feel her working her throat, but no moans or whimpers come out of it, blocked by my hard length.
Finally, finally, I hit home.
My balls rest against her chin.
The tip of my cock is buried in the tight, slick, warmth of her throat.
"Cazzo santo," I gasp.
Victoria is a sight.
Eyes wet, lashes damp.
Mascara running.
Lips stretched wide.
Arousal and need and pleasure shining on her face.
It is an image that will be etched into my mind for the rest of time.
Finally, I pull out, and she inhales hard through her nose.
Her chest heaves, her breasts swaying.
I go back to shallow thrusts while she catches her breath.
I think she's had enough, and I'm ready to finish this.
But she apparently doesn't agree.
She shakes her head, trying to pull back so she can speak, but the glass stops her.
I pull back a bit and she coughs, then gasps.
"Again," she whispers.
Her voice is hoarse and raspy, and her fingers tighten around mine.
"I think you've had enough," I say gently.
"Please," she begs. "Please, please."
She's rubbing herself against me now, her tits dragging across the front of my pants as she writhes in pleasure.
"Again," she whispers. "Please, Mario. Fuck my mouth again."
The sound of her voice, begging me, is almost too much.
"One more time," I tell her.
"More," she whines.
"One more," I repeat, my voice low and commanding.
Her eyes widen, her pupils dilate, and she shudders.
Without warning, I thrust back inside.
She's prepared this time, her lips wrapping around me, and her tongue works me as I pump my hips deeper and deeper.
I'm watching her.
The way her body reacts.
Her nipples are hard, her skin flushed.
She's rocking her hips forward, rubbing her wetness against my leg.
My little Victoria is getting off on this.
Getting off on being used.
Being held down.
Controlled.
Dominated.
And the thought makes my balls tighten.
She's not going to get off. Not yet.
But I will.
I thrust deeper, mindful of her limits, but she's taking it so well.
I pull back, not enough so she can speak, but enough so she can breathe.
"Big breath," I instruct and wait for her to inhale.
I sink in, no hesitation this time.
The tip of my cock slides right into her and hits home. Her throat is a warm, wet glove.
I press her head back into the glass and her hands flex, but they do not let go.
"That's my girl," I murmur.
I hold where I am for a moment, just letting the sensation overwhelm me.
It is too much.
Too much, too good, too tight.
My balls are heavy.
I feel my own climax building again, and this time, it will not be denied.
I start a slow, gentle pace.
Not as deep, not as rough, not as hard.
She doesn't mind.
"Victoria," I moan.
I'm lost in her.
In her mouth, her body, the look on her face.
In the way her lips are wrapped around me, the way her breasts bounce with each thrust. The way she's pressing her pussy into me and making a mess of my pants.
It's too fucking much.
I'm lost.
I'm lost.
I'm—
I grunt, and my balls spasm.
The first wave of release hits me, and I thrust deep.
"Take it, Victoria," I growl.
My cock pulses, and my body stiffens.
The climax hits hard, and I can't do anything but ride it out.
I spill deep into her throat, surpassing her mouth completely.
Victoria's hand is still wrapped around mine.
Squeezing.
Squeezing.
Squeezing.
"Good girl," I praise.
The words are ragged, ripped from me.
My head is spinning.
It's too fucking good.
It's too fucking much.
It goes on and on.
Longer than ever before.
When I'm done, my chest is heaving, and the only thing holding me up is the wall of glass in front of me.
I'm panting, and Victoria is swallowing convulsively.
The sight makes my spent cock twitch.
"Dio," I groan.
Her hand loosens, her fingers relaxing.
But mine do not.
Slowly, carefully, I pull back, and she sucks me the whole way, her cheeks hollowed.
"Cazzo," I curse.
I'm sensitive.
And still, my little Victoria takes her time.
When the tip pops free, she licks her lips.
Then, her tongue darts out and runs along the bottom of the shaft, cleaning away the remnants of my release.
I shudder.
My hands are shaking when I release her wrists, but my touch is gentle.
"Up," I order.
She pushes to her feet.
Her knees are shaking from unfulfilled desire.
"Get dressed," I tell her. "Then clean your face and put on some makeup."
I see the flare of hurt in her eyes.
"What's wrong, cara?" I ask, brushing a piece of her hair out of her face.
"Did I..." She stops. "I didn't do it right?"
She's nervous and insecure.
"You were perfect, Victoria," I reassure her.
Her face relaxes, her relief evident.
"But if I fuck you here and now, everyone on the block is going to know it. And I don't share."
I grab her chin, tilting her face upward.
"Go clean yourself up and get dressed. You're coming home with me."