Page 61 of Covetous

Getting away from the party without anyone noticing is trickier than I expected. When Isabella is momentarily distracted by his stepbrother, Quentin, and his wife, Fatima’s, arrival, I take my chance. I weave through the crowd, heading for the double staircase at the back of the house. The soft lights make shadows dance on the walls. Each step feels heavier, my nerves and excitement building.

Upstairs, I head straight for Victor’s old bedroom. Finding it isn’t difficult—I knew its location even before he gave me directions. It’s across from Isabella’s old room, where she and I used to study together back in high school. My heart pounds as I reach his door, my hand shaking as it hovers over the doorknob. A little voice in my head warns me that this is a bad idea, but my desire drowns it out.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, I step inside, and Victor’s intense gaze snaps to meet mine. He’s leaning against the far wall, his eyes moving over my body. The second the door clicks shut behind me, he’s there, pressing me against it with his body.

We don’t speak. We don’t have to. Frantic, hungry kisses consume us as we try to make up for lost time. He grips my waist with firm hands, pulling me close as I tangle my fingers in his silky hair.

We’re grabbing at each other’s clothes, desperate for some skin-on-skin action. Scratching at his shirt, I yank the buttons from their holes. He’s just as eager, stripping me out of my dress and bra as I tug his shirt down his arms. Once his chest is bare and I’m only in my panties and heels, he drops to his knees and sucks on my pussy through the thin fabric.

“Yes,” I say on a breath while fisting his hair. I’m burning for him, ready for anything he wants to do to me.

Victor peels my underwear down and lifts one of my legs over his shoulder. Pressing his nose into my pussy, he growls, biting his fingers into my ass cheeks. My chest heaves as it rises and falls with need and a craving for more. And that’s what he gives me. He devours me, licking me and sucking on my clit as I grind into him.

The feral sounds he’s making burn me up. And when he uses his fingers to fuck me, I cry out, not giving a damn who hears.

With one of my hands gripping his hair and the other clawing at the wall behind me, I know my orgasm is near, and it’s about to be off the fucking charts. And when it hits me, it hits me all at once, like a wave completely submerging me underwater. My legs are jelly, and I’m trying not to slide down the doorframe while also trying to ride his face until the orgasmic wave subsides.

As the stars in my eyes fade, I pull him away by his hair until he stands. I need his dick. I want to taste it and feel him sliding between my lips. “My turn.” Sinking down to my knees, I frantically undo his pants and pull them down with his boxer briefs. His big, hard cock springs out, and I can’t help but stare at it—thick and straining and leaking precum. When I look up at him, I’m met with hungry eyes that mirror my need. With my gaze locked on his, I take him in my mouth.

His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling at the roots, as he guides me. “That’s right. Be a good girl and take that dick all the way down your throat.”

Those delicious words, spoken in his gravelly voice, flush my cheeks with heat as I take him deeper, his pulsing hardness pressing against the back of my throat. It’s almost too much to handle, and I start to gag, but he pulls me back by my hair, giving me a moment to catch my breath. Then he thrusts back in, moving at a slow and rough pace, the veins on his shaft brushing against my tongue as he uses my mouth to get off. I moan my encouragement for him to keep using me as my eyes water.

“Just like that,” he urges hoarsely as he quickens his pace. “Fuck, that feels good.”

The saltiness of his precum, mixed with the taste of my saliva, is intoxicating.

Who am I? Definitely not the demure person I thought I was.

As he continues to feed me his cock, I dig my nails into his ass, pulling him even closer at every thrust. I’m about to touch myself, my need throbbing between my legs, when he abruptly pulls out of my mouth, his cock glistening with my spit.

Ragged breaths fill the room—his and mine—as he raises me to my feet, claiming my mouth with desperation that can only stem from knowing this is our last time together. For real this time.

I never want this to end, but it has to. He knows it. I know it. And it doesn’t matter that I’ve fallen in love with him. Or that he thinks he needs me.

Our lips finally part, the weight of our impending separation hanging heavily between us. Foreheads pressed together, a silent understanding passes between us that neither of us wants to voice out loud.

“Make love to me,” I beg, my voice shaky with desire. “One last?—”

He cuts off my words, sealing our lips together. I’m lost in the kiss when he scoops me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. With his hard cock pressed between us, he carries me over to the bed, laying me down and stretching out over me.

Our hearts beat erratically, the sound of mine echoing in my ears, almost drowned out by the rhythm of his. Unwavering, his eyes stay fixed on mine when he enters me, his cockhead stretching me in the delicious way it did on the beach. I’ve tried to remember this feeling in my dreams and thoughts, but nothing compares to how incredible it feels in real life.

Our bodies tremble as he enters me fully, the sensation overwhelming. Leaning down, he captures my lips in a passionate kiss, his movements slow and purposeful as he pulls out to the tip before plunging back into me. My ankles instinctively wrap around his back, urging him deeper as his thrusts become more urgent, almost as if he’s trying to imprint himself on me forever.

I hope he does because I never want to forget this feeling.

We move together, our rhythm reaching a new level of intensity. It’s not long until we’re drenched in sweat, creating a wet sound that fills the room every time our bodies collide. My heart races and my breathing quickens as I draw closer to coming. Frantically digging my nails into his back, I cry out as he bucks into me over and over.

I’m drowning in this—in him.

The sound of my name falling from his lips with such raw desperation lights me up from the inside out. Pressure and pleasure build in my core, and I can’t hold back any longer. Not even if I tried.

An orgasm rips through me, seizing my muscles and squeezing his cock. My body’s response triggers Victor’s climax, his entire body shuddering as he drives into me again and again, letting go and marking me as his.

Who in the hell am I kidding? I can’t let him go. And I won’t. Not for anyone.

Chapter Twenty-Two

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