Chapter 10 #3
Victor never asked her if she was okay. He’d said he trusted her to tell him if anything hurt, and he’d held firm to that.
Which she loved. Because nothing pulled her out of her head quicker than a guy asking for permission or constantly wanting validation that she liked what he was doing.
Trevor was the worst about that, always asking, “Does that feel good?” or, “Do you like that?” It had driven her crazy.
Was yet another reason why she’d broken things off with him.
After a brief pause, Victor must have taken her silence as assent, because when he lifted his hand next, he placed half a dozen quick smacks to her ass and thighs, the burn spreading throughout her body.
“God!” she gasped, her hips lifting of their own accord, chasing more of his delicious spanking.
Victor gave her what she wanted. He spanked one cheek, then the other. Then he ran his fingers along her slit before thrusting three in deeply.
One thrust.
Three fingers.
That was all it took as lightning struck and Belle jerked around like a rag doll in a hurricane, the unexpected orgasm a million times more powerful than the first one. And that one had already felt like a nuclear explosion.
Victor held still within her, his fingers no longer moving but filling her just right.
Once she recovered—ha ha—he slipped them free, bending forward to place a kiss on her butt cheeks. “I’ve been wanting to paint this pretty ass red for weeks.”
She struggled to pull in air, but still managed to gasp, “What took you so long?”
Victor laughed, and her heart squeezed at the sound because it wasn’t one of his low chuckles. This was a true laugh, one filled with joy.
She glanced over her shoulder, drinking in his light expression. Victor caught her looking and smirked.
“Panty-dropping kryptonite?” he asked.
“Every fucking time.”
“Language,” he said, mimicking her. “I should probably move the swear jar up here because something tells me this is where the real money will be made.”
This time, they laughed together as Victor gripped her shoulder, twisting her to her back. His laughter grew when she winced at the pressure on her now-sore ass.
She narrowed her eyes at his obvious delight in her discomfort.
“Crawl up to the middle of the bed,” he commanded.
Belle managed to get there, sluggishly, weak after two brutally beautiful orgasms. It was crazy to recall there was a time when she actually considered herself a one-and-done girl. She was no longer satisfied with just one, greedy for as much as he would give her.
Victor started to climb over her, but it was her turn to hold him back. She placed her hand flat against his chest and shoved. Her resistance caught him off guard, and he frowned.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, when she sat up—gingerly—then twisted until she was his mirror image, the two of them facing each other in the kneeling position.
“Not one damn thing,” she said playfully, as she wrapped her hand around his extremely erect cock. “I just thought since tonight is about getting what we want…”
She let her sentence end there, the unspoken part lingering as she leaned forward, running her tongue over the head of Victor’s dick.
Now, it was his turn to seek purchase, his large fists closing around her long tresses.
He told her shortly after they started sleeping together that he loved her hair down.
Since then, she’d been pulling out the ponytails and buns the second Pip was asleep, combing her hair out before joining him on the patio.
When she sucked the head of his dick into her mouth, he hissed, his fingers pulling tight enough that her scalp burned as much as her ass.
The dueling sensations drove her own need higher.
She’d started this thinking it was for him, that she wanted to give him something back after all the incredible orgasms.
But knowing she could bring a man like Victor Reed to his knees with just her mouth and her hands was a powerful, arousing feeling. Especially when she added suction to her ministrations and he cried out her name.
“Belle! Jesus. Baby.” His fingers loosened until his hands were gripping the sides of her head. He held them there but didn’t use them to control her motions. He was letting her run the show, letting her set the pace and the depth.
Belle had given a total of three blowjobs in her life, and before this moment, she’d basically felt like they were a chore, a tit-for-tat proposition.
With Victor, she knew she’d want to do this again. A lot.
Because in addition to him knowing just how to touch her, he also knew exactly what to say to stoke the fire raging inside her.
“So beautiful,” he praised. “That goddamn mouth,” he grunted. “Fuck, Belle. You’re killing me,” he said, in a way that told her he wouldn’t mind dying this way.
Stroking him with her hand on the base of his long dick, her mouth wrapped around the top half, she reached lower with her other hand, cupping his balls, then teasing his taint with a single fingertip.
Apparently, the same lightning that had taken her down struck Victor, because he bucked like a bronco at her touch. She intended to stroke him some more, but he took that option away, moving back until his dick popped out of her mouth.
She started to chase, to take him back, but he shifted her upright with those powerful arms of his, shaking his head.
“There’s nothing I want more than to come in that gorgeous mouth,” he said, his thumb rubbing her lower lip. “But not tonight. Tonight, I want to make love to the woman who laid claim to my heart.”
Belle blinked several times, tears springing to her eyes over his beautiful words. “I want that too,” she said, hoarsely.
Victor pushed her gently to her back, parted her legs, and slid inside.
Slid home.
He was her home and she…
She was his.
They moved together, their rhythm gentle, steady, sure. And through it all, Victor held her gaze, never wavering.
She knew he saw the moment she was there, and she realized he’d been waiting for her.
Belle gave him the briefest of smiles before everything inside her turned molten, her vision white.
She cried out his name, louder than she should have, but Victor was ready. He lowered his head to hers, their lips pressed together as they came. She couldn’t call it a kiss exactly, more like a melding of mouths as they muted each other’s cries, stealing each other’s breaths.
Once the storm passed, Victor’s lips softened against hers, kissing her senseless until she finally had to push him away for fear of passing out.
She didn’t comprehend until that moment that there really could be too much of a good thing.
“I can’t breathe,” she whispered. “That was…”
Victor pressed his lips to her cheek. “Everything,” he finished for her.
Belle nodded. “Everything.”
He withdrew, dropping to the bed next to her, and as they did every night, Belle curled into him, his chest serving as her pillow. His heart was still racing, the thudding keeping pace with hers.
They’d said so much tonight, and yet, Belle felt there was one thing that bared repeating.
“I love you,” she sighed.
Victor kissed the top of her head, his reply sleepy enough that she knew he was coasting on fumes. “Love you too, Sunshine.”
Belle couldn’t resist when she said, “Good night, Beast.” But Victor was already asleep, his heavy, steady breathing lulling her into that same state within seconds.