Page 45 of Full House

His head moved down from her neck to her breast, capturing her nipple between his teeth and flicking the tip with his tongue. And that was all it took. She completely shattered around his fingers, a long, low moan escaping her throat as she bucked and twitched through the aftermath.

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The sounds Victoria made as she orgasmed had Nate’s cock twitching back to life. He flipped her so she was straddling his hips and impaled her on his cock. She gasped, tossing her head back, exposing the line of her throat.

“Ride me, nice and slow.” He licked up the tempting sight before him, stopping just under her chin. “That’s it, baby. Take your time. Up. Down.” He guided her hips with his hands.

“Nate.” He heard the catch in her voice.

“Yeah, baby, I feel it. Do you feel it, too?”

“Yes.” It came out as a sigh.

“Give me your mouth.”

She obliged immediately, and he wrapped his arm around her lower back, his other hand gaining purchase in her hair.

They rocked against each other with a steady rhythm, their tongues tangled together, her hands clutching at his back.

“Nice and slow. I want you to feel it build.” He breathed the words into her mouth.

She panted against his lips, her breath hitching. “Oh, God.”

“That’s right, Tori, find it, baby.” His hand found her ass, squeezing.

“Oh, God, Nate, I’m going to come. I need to go faster.”

He tightened his arm around her. “Keep it slow.”

She became more vocal the closer she got. He kneaded her ass, increased the pressure in her hair. Keeping it slow.

He felt his own balls tighten, and a tingle start in the base of his spine. “Slow, baby.”

She started chanting his name, and it was his undoing. He came with a roar. “Fuuuck.” Never had it felt so good. Only with her. Only with his Victoria.

He felt her spasming around him, sucking up the last of his climax.

“Shit, baby.” He buried his face in her neck, breathing her scent.

Her arms hugged him tight, and she whispered in his ear, “I love you.”

“We need to talk,” Victoria said, her voice sounding content but not sleepy though it was past midnight. She was draped over Nate’s chest, her head resting on his pecs, and her leg draped over his abdomen.

“We do.” He was playing with her hair, running his fingers through the silken strands. “You never told me where you were.”

“I went to my parents.”

If she felt him stiffen under her, she showed no reaction. “You drove by yourself all the way to Vegas?”

“It’s only five hours. I do it all the time.”

“Not anymore. It’s not safe driving alone late at night. What if your car broke down?”

He felt a huff of warm breath hit his chest before she replied, “Then I would have stayed in my car with the doors locked and called for help.”

Abandoning her hair, he draped his arm around her back, giving her a squeeze. “Promise me you won’t drive late at night alone again.”

“It really bothers you that much?”

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