Chapter 12
VICTORIA
I’d never had anyone give me a gift like this before.
He’d spent a couple of thousand dollars on the equipment, but it wasn’t the money that impressed me.
The thought he’d put into it was what got to me.
We’d only known each other for a short time, but he already knew me so well.
He saw to my needs before I could even give voice to them, almost as though we’d been together forever.
The care he took with me was so darn attractive. It made me want him more than I already did, and that was a whole heck of a lot. “And today, I want to say thank you.”
“I think you just did, baby.” He flashed me a panty-dropping grin.
Shaking my head, I dropped to my knees in front of him.
I was a novice when it came to blow jobs, but I was dying to give him the same pleasure I received whenever he devoured my pussy.
Smiling up at him, I yanked his zipper down.
“But I want to do it properly and it’s as good an excuse as any to get my mouth on you. ”
He lifted a lock of my hair off my forehead and nodded, his dark eyes filled with sensual heat. “I’d be an idiot to turn down the chance to see your pretty lips wrapped around my cock if that’s what you want.”
Wrapping my fist around his dick to pull it out of his boxer briefs, I licked the underside, then swirled my tongue around the tip.
“Oh, fuck, Victoria,” he groaned, his hips pumping forward. “That feels so fucking good, baby.”
“Mmm,” I hummed as I sucked hard on his shaft, bobbing my head up and down his length.
My gaze drifted up his torso, and my panties grew damp when I saw the blatant pleasure on his gorgeous face. “Your mouth is heaven.”
My hand drifted down to cup his balls, and a muscle jumped in his jaw. Emboldened by his reactions and wanting to push him over the edge, I increased the suction of my mouth and swirled my tongue around his hard length.
“Fuck, baby.” On my next glide back, he wrapped my hair around his fist and held my head in place, the tip of his dick kissing my lips. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come long and hard down your throat.”
Tilting my head back, I flashed him a smug grin. “Please do.”
“But then I wouldn’t be able to do this,” he growled as he slid his hands under my armpits and pulled me off his dick.
He lifted me in the air as though I barely weighed anything and bypassed the bed—which didn’t have any sheets since I’d stripped it days ago but hadn’t bothered putting them back on since neither of us were using it—to stalk into the living room.
When he sat on the couch, he settled me on his lap with my back against his chest, hanging one of my legs over his thigh and the other over the arm of the couch.
Then he yanked my shirt over my head and stripped my bra from my chest.
I was half naked and wide open to his touch, and he didn’t waste the opportunity. His hand slid up my thigh, and he cupped my pussy with his palm.
My voice was throaty as I said, “You still could’ve touched me after you came down my throat.”
“I’m gonna do a fuck of a lot more than just touch you, baby.
” He wrapped one hand around my hip to boost me up a little and tugged my yoga pants and panties down my thighs with the other.
A growl rumbled in Whit’s chest when he stroked a finger through my wetness. “Love how drenched you get for me.”
His fingers softly strummed my clit, making my hips jerk up to meet his touch.
The hand at my hip glided up so he was cupping my breast, my nipple pebbling beneath his palm.
Anything I might have said in reply was swallowed by my gasp when he inserted a finger into my slick channel.
Pleasure zinged straight to my core, and my breathing became choppy. “More,” I panted.
Whit chuckled and slipped in another finger. “Like this, baby?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I love that this is all for me.” He thrust his fingers in and out of me. “Your mouth, your tits, your pussy. Mine.”
His possessive growl pushed me closer to the edge, but he withdrew his fingers before I reached my climax. “No, please. Don’t stop. I was so close.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll never leave you hanging for long,” he promised as he shifted position to line the tip of his cock with my entrance.
He used two fingers to part my folds before sinking all the way inside me with one thrust. My inner walls clenched around his hard length, and I moaned in satisfaction.
Whit’s fingers dug into my waist as he retreated before driving back in a little harder, making my tits bounce with the force.
“As much as I wanted to come down your throat, I love the feeling of being inside your pussy, baby. I could fucking live here, just like this. All day, every day.”
I wrapped my hands around his forearms, holding on while he bucked up into me. “You won’t hear me complaining.”
“Fuck, I did it again.” He dropped his head against my back as he stilled his hips.
“Did what?” I gasped as his hold on me tightened, keeping me still.
“I forgot the damn condom,” he groaned. “You feel too damn good without anything between us. I lose my mind every time my cock gets anywhere near your pussy.”
We’d had sex a bunch of times since we’d been at the cabin, all without protection.
I’d seen a couple of boxes of condoms with the stuff he’d brought back from town, but using one of them hadn’t crossed my mind until now.
It was risky as heck to keep going on like this, but I still admitted, “I love it when you take me bare.”
His hips thrust up, and the tip of his dick bumped my cervix. “You can’t say shit like that if you want me to pull out and wrap my dick up before I fill you up with my come again.”
My pussy rippled around Whit’s hard length, and his control snapped. He began to pump in and out, fast and hard, using his thumb to circle my clit until I could barely see straight.
“So close!” I moaned, whipping my head back and forth. “Whit!”
“Come for me, baby.” His breath was hot against the shell of my ear. “I want to feel your pussy squeezing the shit out of my cock.”
As though he’d commanded it, I was swept away by pleasure. My orgasm barreled through me. “Yes! Oh, Whit! Yes!”
His body was taut beneath mine as he rode me through my climax, working me with his fingers while his cock continued to pound my pussy with deep, hard thrusts. “That’s it, baby. Your pussy is so damn tight. You’re gonna milk every drop of come from my dick.”
“Yes,” I gasped, dropping my body down on his dick when he thrust up again.
He pinched one of my nipples between his index finger and thumb as he sucked on my neck, sending another shockwave of pleasure through my system.
I was having the longest orgasm of my life as he flipped me over, shoving my knees under me while he pressed my chest against the arm of the couch.
Yanking my ass in the air, he swiftly entered me again, hammering in and out of my pussy.
“Give me one more before I fill your tight pussy full of my come, baby.”
I felt each slap of his balls against my clit deep in my core.
Then he pressed his body against mine, pressing me into the couch as he rode me.
My pleasure was building again, but I was shocked when he nipped at my shoulder and sent me tumbling over the edge again.
Planting himself as deep as possible, he roared my name, and I felt his hot seed jetting from his dick and filling my pussy to overflowing.
“Holy crap,” I mumbled, collapsing against the couch.
Whit chuckled and pressed a kiss to the middle of my back. “That was one hell of a thank you.”
“Except now I feel like I owe you another one for all those mind-blowing orgasms.” I nudged him with my elbow, and he shifted onto his back, dragging me up and over his strong body until I was sprawled on top of him. We cuddled together for a while, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room.
Nothing in my life had gone as expected over the past week or so, but I didn’t have it in me to care.
Not when everything I’d gone through had brought me here to this moment with Whit.
Even though the cartel might still be hunting me, I was happier than I’d ever been.
And I owed it all to this incredible man, who was lightly dragging his fingers up and down my back while his other hand cupped my ass.
It was the worst possible timing to get pregnant, but the possibility didn’t freak me out like it should. I could blame my choice on the heat of the moment, but I kept making the same one. Over and over again. Even when we had condoms in the cabin now.
Whit had more than proven that he cared for me.
That he would do whatever was necessary to keep me safe.
And I had no doubt the same would be true if we had a child together.
He’d make an excellent father, and the thought of being the mother of his children filled me with hope for the future.
Sprawled naked against his body with his come dripping down my thighs was a heck of a moment to come to the realization that I’d already fallen head over heels in love with him.