Page 47 of Lessons with the Mothman

"Mmm?"

"I knew the first time you let me touch you that there were no lengths I wouldn't go to to do it again," I rasped.

I bent my knees, staring down into Victoria's wide eyes, knowing she was wondering if that was part of the game, the act, or if I was telling her the truth. Knowing that she would never find the answer in my shrouded gaze. I found her opening, gave a cursory thumb stroke to her clit, and then thrust inside.

"Ahh,fuck!"

I growled, my arm circling Victoria's waist, surprised by the sudden pulse of satisfaction, the near pound of my own release. Not yet, damnit. My arm tightened, one hand braced on the wall.

"Wrap your leg around me," I ground out.

Victoria whimpered, her cunt so tight it was like she was trying to squeeze me back out, but she jumped slightly, and I rose up as she hiked her leg around my hip, one foot balancing on the liquor box and the other bracing into my ass.

"Did you wear this dress to make it easy for me to fuck you?" I asked.

"Kind of, yes, and to make it easier if we had to stop suddenly," she breathed, squirming, trying to adjust to my sudden intrusion.

I purred, rolling my hips, using the arm around her waist to lift and lower Victoria on my cock. I leaned back, and her head hit the wall, lips parted on a silent moan.

"You think I would stop fucking you just 'cause someone else walked in?"

Victoria shuddered, eyes falling shut as her core clasped around me. She liked that. I wondered if I could talk her into thetwo of us doing a demonstration of our own someday. Atlas and Cyril would certainly volunteer to watch.

"You think everyone doesn't already know what you came in here to do? That you let me use you as my personal fuck toy?"

Victoria's arm flung around my shoulder, her face burying itself in my mane, breath hot and damp into my throat.

"They're all jealous," I hissed in her ear, thrusting roughly, a muffled clap of my furred hips hitting her flesh. "Jealous that I get to fuck this perfect" —slap— "wet" —slap— "greedy" —slap— "insatiable pussy."

"Elias," Victoria whined.

I grabbed her other thigh, bouncing her on my cock, and she yelped, held up, trapped between the wall and my body. I squeezed her ass and then stroked up the back of her thighs.

"Grab the doorframe and the shelf, Victoria."

Her hands groped through the air until she had a weak grasp behind her. It was good enough. I wouldn't let her fall.

I gripped the back of her knees and hiked them higher. She liked this vulnerable pose, pinned open and unable to move. I wondered if she'd like being tied up too, but that would have to be another role for us to play.

"I'm going to use your pussy till you milk me dry," I said, and her eyes flashed open to hold my gaze. "You can say it's for a night off, but we both know the truth. You just wanna be my little cock whore. If I offered to pay you to sit in here all day, naked and ready for me, you'd say yes, wouldn't you?"

Victoria panted as I started a slow push and retreat inside of her, her head nodding as she stared in a shocked kind of wonder up at me.

"Mmhm, you'd let me use you whenever I wanted, as hard as I wanted. Would you let me fuck you raw too?"

She sobbed, hiding her face once more, and I picked up my pace, clapping into her, wanting to whisper the truth into her ear—I'd let her do the same. Fuck, I'd wrap a bow around my cock and glue a vibrator to my tongue if I thought Victoria would let me try and get her off properly. But she still fell in and out of her head, tensed when she started to get close, locked up at the offer.

Soon, I promised myself.

In the meantime, I'd prove over and over that I could give her exactly what she asked for.

Not that it was exactly a hardship.

My own breaths were ragged, the squeeze of Victoria's cunt around my cock growing tighter by the second. She was barely holding herself up against the wall, and my knees were growing weak.

"Take the condom off."

I faltered at the words, shaking my head and staring down at Victoria. Her eyes were almost entirely black with arousal, face red and lips bitten. Why hadn't I kissed her yet?

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