Fire In His Eyes (Secrets & Seduction #1)(11)



Ana was talking, but I wasn’t hearing a thing. “I DID see mom, she was great, fantastic,” I panted into the phone and I dropped the receiver onto the charger with a clatter as Victor’s hands tweaked my nipples through the material of my dress. Not caring if the phone was off or on the hook, I let my hands fly and roam his back and shoulders once more.

As soon as the phone was forgotten, his hands left my nipples; he reached for the hem of my dress, and yanked it over my head, stepping back to take in my body. The look he gave me was the biggest compliment he could have ever had given me—his eyes were on fire with desire for me. “You are so f*cking beautiful, Monica. Let’s f*ck.”

His words were harsh, but what a f*cking turn on. I was getting wetter. Burning, yearning for what my body knew only he could provide. He reached for me, and lifted me up right under the arms. He was strong and carried me just like that and set me on the sofa behind us. He separated my legs and positioned me while still standing and stroked my thighs; instinctively I wanted to close them. My back was against the side arm, with one leg up on the sofa bent at the knee and the other hanging off the side. “Don’t move,” he commanded. It took all of my will power, but I didn’t move and watched as he slowly undressed, first taking his belt off, then his shirt, his slacks, and lastly his boxer briefs folding them neatly and placing everything on the floor beside the sofa. He was gloriously naked standing in front of me. His erection, once sprung, was massive. He had at least a good eight inches, and the girth! Oh, my! He must have seen my eyes widen in surprise. “Don’t worry, it will fit,” and laughed at my dazed expression. Spread eagled before him, I was feverish with desire.

He knelt on the carpet in front of me, and urged my hips off the sofa with his hands, as he slid my panties down slowly just a few inches. “Always wear a matched set for me, Monica. I like that.” After removing my panties and gliding them off my legs, he allowed me to lean back on to the sofa, but kept one hand under my rear caressing it, squeezing it. His other hand grasped my thigh almost pinching it as he slowly began to allow his head to descend, keeping his eyes locked on to mine. “I am going to enjoy this as much as you will, Monica. I like *, I like to kiss it, taste it, suck it.” Oh, my! I had never had this done to me before. With his shoulders spreading me wider and his hand holding one leg, he dipped down, and the moment his tongue touched my center, my head flew back. It was fricking awesome. I felt every lick, every lap of his tongue. He sucked on my core, licked and licked. My head began to toss back and forth of its own accord. I had no control. He licked me and my muscles quivered, and pulsated. I tried to squeeze my legs together because the feelings were so intense. His whole head was in there. He rubbed his nose against my sensitive flesh, and lashed me with his tongue and lapped at me until I thought I would scream. My hips began to gyrate of their own volition. The excitement in me grew until I was nearly ready to explode; his finger on his other hand explored my ass, and tentatively poked me. The pleasure was so intense, and without any thought, I screamed, “Oh, my god! Fuck Me!”

“I will later,” he grinned up at me momentarily while I squirmed and writhed uncontrollably, and then he continued licking, and sucking. I never knew pleasure like this. He licked, sucked and tasted just as he had promised. I moaned my pleasure, and bucked some more. And then I exploded into a million little pieces and reared my hips toward him pushing myself onto his face, as he sucked on my crazy over sensitive nub, and I exploded again.

“Fuuckk!” That garbled scream had come from me. He finally lifted his head after my second orgasm in quick succession, and smiled at me. He watched me as my eyes went from cloudy pleasure to reality. I tried to reach for him, but I was still panting and out of breath. He got up from his knees and lay himself between my legs, and crawled up onto my body, putting his weight on one forearm as he lay beside me.

“Now, it’s my turn,” he murmured. The man had such control. One hand reached over the side of the sofa, and fumbled around. He showed me the condom he held, and using his teeth ripped the package open. I scooted sideways as he placed the condom over the head of his penis, and then he took my hand in his, and placed it on his dick. With his hand on mine, we rolled the condom down, and I watched his eyes close with pleasure, as I tightened my grasp around him. I continued to hold him, and he then pulled me to him and went in for a kiss. Deep into the kiss, I could feel his hands begin to roam. He played my body like an instrument. All the while he was stroking me, first my legs, then my abdomen, flat now, and then finally my breasts through the bra. Other parts of my body became alive with desire for Victor and my hands began to roam and explore his exquisite body, as well.

He broke the kiss with these words: “I want to see your breasts now, Monica.” And, he pulled both cups of my bra down. “Lovely, almost perfect!” He said teasingly. I gave him a puzzled look. “I like bigger tits!” His smile was mischievous as he dipped his head and began to pay each one of them exquisite attention. While licking one, he was squeezing the other gently. He rubbed his palm on the already excited flesh and my nipples tightened and hardened even more. Small fires of longing shot through me again, licks of pleasure, and then his teeth were on the other nipple, biting gently as his tongue titillated and toyed with the tip. I began to squirm beneath him. I had to touch him, too. I scratched his back lightly by instinct alone and felt between us to find his cock Like in the parking lot, he was granite hard and I could feel pulsating beneath the skin. His dick was hot, as the blood rushing into it pumped through his engorged penis. My fingers shifted to grasp him all the way around, the tips barely reaching, I stroked him. Once, twice. He groaned around my nipple. His teeth released my nipple, and cool air from the ceiling fan made it pebble even harder if possible. He scooted a little higher, took my hand, the one that held his dick, and then his massive cock plunged deep into me, penetrated me to my very core. As he sank into me, he groaned his pleasure quite audibly. He stilled for a moment allowing my body the time it needed to stretch to be able to accommodate his massiveness. It was exquisite pleasure, and we fit so perfectly. It was slow torture as he began to move. In, then out, almost. In again. Slowly. He built the fire within me unhurriedly and deliberately, stoking the flames of our desire. He began to move faster. He kissed me crushing his lips onto mine, and plunged his tongue into my mouth as his dick charged again and again, deep, and full, so fulfilling.

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