Page 17 of The Whole Package

"What are you doing?" I ask, but her movements are already answering the question for me. Her fingers are unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her lacy bra and toned abs. Her hair falls against her shoulders as she pulls her blouse off, letting it drop to the floor.

"Undressing," she states the obvious as she climbs over me, her knee placed between my legs. She moves her leg, and I whimper, feeling her against my sensitive area. "That's a good girl," she says, her hands moving up my body and neck. She kisses the nape of my neck, and I gasp, my head tilting back to allow her better access.

"I should be doing that to you," I whisper, and she moans into my ear, her hand tugging at the collar of my dress, revealing my shoulder. Her tongue glides across my skin, and my nipples harden at the contact.

"We can do it together," she says, straddling me. I stare up at her, and her eyes seem to glow like an animal looking down at her prey. Her hand moves up, brushing against my chest and towards my shoulder, where she pulls the strap of my dress off. "You're going to need to lose this unless you want it ripped off," she says, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"But...I don't have a change of clothes," I say, but she silences me with a kiss.

"I'll get you a new dress, a better one," she says against my lips, her hips grinding into me. I can't believe I'm getting this wet. "Now take it off." She demands, and my hands move towards the zipper on the side, slowly pulling it down.

She stares down at me, her gaze intense and focused on every inch of skin I reveal. Once I reach the end, I move my hand down, trying to tug the dress past my thighs. But Victoria stops me, her fingers wrapping around my wrist.

"Let me," she whispers, her other hand reaching down and pushing the rest of the dress past my hips and down my thighs, revealing my plain black underwear. Her eyes move to the scars that litter my stomach and thighs. Her expression remains unchanged, but I can tell she's noticed by how her jaw tenses.

"They don't hurt anymore," I say, trying to reassure her, but her lips only curl into a small smile.

"I wasn't going to ask," she says, her lips grazing my jaw. Her hand moves down my stomach, her fingers dancing across the scars before cupping my center, and I moan, the feeling foreign and yet so pleasurable. Her finger moves under the waistband of my panties, and my hands instinctively move to her thighs.

"I'm not sure what to do," I tell her, my fingers digging into her flesh.

"Then be a good girl and do as I say," she breathes against the hollow of my throat, her fingers moving over my clit and I let out a yelp. Her lips move down my chest, her free hand moving behind my back to unclasp my bra. She removes it and throws it aside, her lips trailing down my stomach, and I squirm.

"Oh God," I cry out as her fingers slip inside me, my head thrown back, and I can't help but squeeze my eyes shut; the feeling is too much. My back arches, and I grind against her hand. She moves up, her other hand wrapping around my throat as she presses her lips against mine, muffling the sounds escaping me.

"Fuck," I cry out, my head falling back against the mattress.

"Say my name, Elena," she growls, and I whimper as her hand tightens around my throat.

"V-Victoria," I cry out, her fingers moving faster and harder. My nails dig into her back, and I bite down on my lip to keep myself from screaming.

"Look at me," she says, and I can feel her staring down at me. I open my eyes and look up, meeting her gaze, and she stares back at me intensely. Her hand moves from my throat and pushes my hair back. "I want to see your face when you cum." She growls.

My vision begins to blur, and I can feel the pressure building in my core. I can't stop the screams that escape me as I fall over the edge, my back arching, and I let out a string of curse words. She pulls her fingers out and kisses me again, her lips moving to the base of my throat and sucking hard. I know she's left a mark, and the thought should scare me, but for some reason, it doesn't. This a mark that I will gladly welcome, one I might even wear with pride — holy shit, how can this feeling ever be surpassed?

I stare up at her, panting and breathless, and her expression is unreadable. Her lips are swollen and red, and her hair is sticking to her face.

"I'm not done yet," she announces, her hand guiding me back down until I'm under her again, her lips moving toward my chest. "I want to taste you." My hands move to her head, gripping her hair as she kisses her way down, her lips wrapping around my nipple.

"Fuck," I cry out as her tongue flicks across my nipple. "Yes!" I shout, my hands tugging at her hair, and she bites down hard. "God, yes, more," I plead, and she bites down again, her fingers pinching my other nipple, and I scream, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

Her mouth moves down my stomach, leaving a trail of kisses and bites along the way until she reaches my center. Her handspush my thighs apart, and she wastes no time diving right in, her tongue moving against me, and I can't help the sounds that escape me.

"Please, don't stop," I beg, my fingers gripping the sheets as she continues to lick and suck. "Please, I need you," I cry, my head falling back. She moves faster, her tongue moving up and down before her lips wrap around my clit, sucking hard. "God, yes, right there," I scream, my hips bucking.

"Fuck, you taste so good," she says, and I no longer feel like I am in this bed, in this hotel room. I have never felt anything this good in my entire life. Her tongue continues to work me over, her lips wrapping around me and sucking harder.

"Fuck, fuck, yes," I cry out, and she groans, her tongue moving faster and harder against me. I'm getting close; the pressure is building, and I'm starting to see stars. "Victoria, please," I plead, and she groans, her tongue working harder against me, and I can't hold in my moans.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, my body jerking violently as I reach my peak, and I let out a series of screams.

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

C a r m e n

“Hey, Carmen, welcome. I'm so glad you could make it."

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