Page 65 of Victorious Vice

So I don’t reply. I simply reach under her gorgeous green gown. “I can smell you,” I say. “I can smell how wet you are for me.”

A blush creeps up her neck as she bites her lower lip, her eyes filled with equal parts embarrassment and anticipation. She grips my shoulders. “Vinnie…”

“I want to taste you, Raven. I want to make you moan my name over and over again.”

She shivers at that, a small groan escaping her lips. It’s the most delectable sound I’ve ever heard.

I kneel, shove her dress up around her waist, and inhale the sweet nectar between her legs.

It’s dark in the room, but I remember the beauty of her pussy, how red, sweet, and succulent it is.

I trace my fingers over the lace of her panties, eliciting another gasp from her.

I push the fabric to the side and run a finger over her slick folds. She moans out loud at the touch and clutches at my hair.

The taste takes me by surprise. It’s even sweeter than I remember. I bury my face between her and explore every inch of her with my tongue.

Her moans fill the room, each one louder than the last as I work my magic on her. She weaves her fingers through my hair, tugging in rhythm with the strokes of my tongue.

Her breathing grows heavy, her chest heaving with every gasp as I continue to pleasure her. She digs her nails into my scalp.

I take my time with her, savoring the taste and feel of her under my touch. I grip her hips to hold her steady as she writhes against me. Each moan and gasp drives me on further.

Without warning, she climaxes, her body convulsing as I continue my assault. She cries out my name, the sound echoing in the small room and sending shivers through me.

And then she sinks to the floor next to me, panting. Her eyes are closed, but a satisfied smile plays on her lips. Slowly, she reaches out to me, pulling me into an embrace. We stay there for a while, just holding each other.

But my hard cock needs more. I need to be inside her. Inside Raven just once more.

This dark conference room is hardly a lush bedroom, and she deserves better.

But I need her.

And I believe she needs me just as much.

She opens her eyes and casts her gaze to the bulge beneath my pants. She swallows, a rush of pink flooding her cheeks, yet she doesn’t shy away from my need for her.

“Vinnie.” She traces the hardness straining against the fabric of my pants.

The touch sends bolts of pleasure shooting through me.

Without another word, I quickly release my aching cock. Her breath hitches in her throat as she takes in the sight of me.

“Raven…” It’s barely a whisper, but it carries all the depth of my need for her.

She nods, licking her lips. I guide one of her hands to stroke me. I’m being gentle with her, but I don’t want to be.

I want to thrust inside her, make her scream in pleasure and pain.

I want to claim her as mine, in every sense of the word.

“Look at me,” I command, my voice hoarse with anticipation.

Raven does as she is told, her eyes meeting mine, the lust in them mirroring my own.

My heart pounds as I push her back onto the floor and thrust inside her.

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