Page 53 of Covetous

My orgasm has subsided, but Victor’s not done with me yet. He drinks my nectar like it’s the sweetest peach he’s ever tasted before dragging his tongue lower to my entrance.

What is he about to…?

Oh.

My.

Aaaaaaaaghh, yes!

He spears my entrance as deep as his tongue will go, which is pretty goddamn deep. Ohhhh, shit. Hole-lee fuck. Where has this been all my life? Tears sting my eyes as he fucks me with his tongue, shooting sparks of pleasure throughout my body. And when his fingers join the party, playing with my clit, I come so hard I think I might pass out. I’m so wet, it’s embarrassing. It’s also fucking awesome.

My limbs are like wet noodles when he crawls up my body, his mouth glistening with my desire. I weave my fingers through his hair, staring into his intense blue eyes. “Do to me whatever you want,” I whisper, giving myself over completely.

His already dark pupils seem to dilate further. “Oh, I plan on it. You’re mine tonight. It’s time you’ve been fucked properly.”

Fuck yes. He can literally do anything to me, and I’ll gladly take it.

Our mouths collide again in a frantic kiss, with me pulling his hair, probably to the point of pain. His tongue explores every inch of my mouth, and I am lost in the sensation of him. My anticipation reaches a fever pitch as he reaches his hand between us, guiding the head of his hard cock to my slick entrance.

I break the kiss, wanting to see the look on his face when he sinks inside me. With his strong arms bracing him on either side of me, we speak without words, our eyes conveying all that we can’t say out loud.

I love you.

If only.

Maybe in another life.

Goodbye.

With slow and deliberate movements, Victor fills me inch by exquisite inch. I gasp like I’m drowning because I am—in him, in this pleasure, in the turmoil of emotions swirling inside me. I’m deliciously full, fuller than I’ve ever been, as his cock stretches me in a way my pussy has never been stretched before. As he fully seats himself inside me, his eyes slip closed as if also overwhelmed by how good this feels—how right this feels. No matter how forbidden this is, how wrong this is, we’re lost in the moment, consumed by each other, and that’s all that matters.

And then he starts to move. Slowly at first, every roll of his hips making my body buzz with pleasure. Then, thrusting faster and harder, he claims what’s his for tonight, fucking me with a possessive ruthlessness that has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“Mine.” He pulls out to the tip before slamming back into me. He does this over and over until I’m a mess underneath him, gripping his ass as he fucks into me.

“Yes. Yours! Oh, God, it’s yours!”

Despite the chill in the air, our bodies are slick with sweat, hot skin slapping and sliding against hot skin.

I’m his, completely, to be used and fucked within an inch of my life—on my back, on all fours, and on my side as he buries his head in my hair and groans my name over and over as he drives into me. And he’s mine as I ride him cowgirl style while he twists a handful of my hair around his fist, and also when I devour his dick with my mouth until he’s pulling me off him because he’s not ready to come.

I never knew sex could be like this—so raw, so free, so uninhibited, so emotional, so…so perfect.

Victor wrings orgasm after orgasm out of me. And once he knows I’ve been turned out, he gives in to his own climax. I’m on top of him again, circling my hips, my nail scraping along his chest as he falls apart beneath me, every muscle in his body tensing as he curses and calls out my name in a delirium of pleasure. His release fills me, slick and warm, with him thrusting upward, wrenching a cry of ecstasy from my lips. Breathless and trembling, I collapse on top of him, feeling his heart race. He tightens his arms around me, and I cling to him desperately, basking in every precious second until the inevitable separation waiting for us.

I wake in Victor’s arms, fitting perfectly as the little spoon. The sunrise paints the sky with hues of pink and orange, casting a warm glow over us. A gentle breeze carries the ocean’s salty scent, and I can hear the distant crashing of waves against the shore. Looking over my shoulder, I find Victor gazing down at me, resting his head in his hand while his other arm drapes across my hip. Even without my glasses on, I can read him clearly—the desire and longing in his eyes, knowing that our time together is almost up.

“How long have you been awake?” I ask.

“I never went to sleep.”

“Never?” I turn around to face him. After fucking like porn stars, leaving no orgasmic stone unturned, Victor made love to me, sweet and slow, until our bodies tapped out from exhaustion. Neither of us wanted to return to the house, so we got dressed and set an alarm on his phone, just in case we overslept. I fell asleep cuddled up to him under the folded comforter.

“No,” he murmurs, brushing off my glasses and handing them to me. “I didn’t want to waste a second of our time together sleeping.”

I gently touch his cheek while looking into his ice-blue eyes, knowing it’s the last time we’ll be this close. “We should get back,” I say reluctantly.

“In a minute.” He pulls me closer.

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