Page 78 of Why Not Forever?

She stands over me, her fingers threading through my hair, tilting my face up to hers so she can bestow a soft kiss on my eyes, my nose, my lips. “Look at you, listening so good to your wife. Shall I give you your first reward?”

“Yes, please.”

She chuckles. “Okay. I’m going to suck your cock now. But I don’t want you to touch me while I’m doing it, and I don’t want you to come. If you’re very good and listen well, when I’m done, I’ll let you lick my pussy.”

She lowers to her knees in front of me, her hands sliding down my body to wrap around my dick before she takes it in her mouth. Her ice-blue eyes meet mine and I groan as she swirls her tongue around me. My whole body is on fire as I watch her suck on my dick. I want to shove my hands into her hair and fuck her face, but I hold still, pinned in place as she looks up at me from her knees.

I’ve never met a woman who is powerful enough to command someone from a position of submission, but if anyone can do it, it’s Victoria Marcus.

She sucks me to the back of her throat, one of her hands coming up to massage my balls. My hands fist in the blankets to prevent myself from grabbing her as the pleasure rises, taking me closer and closer to the edge. Her tongue strokes my cock every time she moves her mouth. She releases me with a pop of her lips, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my length until she takes my balls into her mouth, sucking on them as well. Her hand slides along my slippery shaft and I am riding a razor’s edge between holding off and coming all over her face.

“Vic,” I pant. “I can’t—” I groan again as she squeezes me at my base. Then she stands and takes one of my hands, placing it on my cock and removing hers.

“Keep stroking yourself. I want to see you doing it while I strip.”

Goddamn, this woman is fire. If the whole room goes up in flames, I wouldn’t even notice as I watch her slowly strip the clothes from her body, stroking my dick while she does.

She begins with her shirt, carefully undoing one button at a time, revealing the soft swell of her breasts, a lacy blue bra, the smooth skin of her belly. She drops the shirt to the floor and undoes her pants next, sliding them over the gentle curve of her hips, the matching blue panties cupping her the way I want to.

“I would like to say thank you,” I say, my cock throbbing in my hand. “This is an incredibly useful demonstration of the definition of strip tease.”

She hooks her fingers around the straps of her bra, slipping them over her shoulders and pulling her arms through. “Education is important. But this is not a strip tease.” She plants her hands on my thighs, leaning over me so I get a close up of her curves. “This is just a little slow torture.”

She kisses me, then straightens, undoing the clasp on her bra so it falls to the floor, offering her breasts to my view. I drink her in, my gaze following the path of her hands as she slides them down her body to the hem of those panties.

Instead of drawing them down her legs, she stands with her fingers at the top.

“Tell me how much you want me,” she says.

I meet her eyes. “Vic, if you decide to stop now, I might spontaneously combust.”

She gives me a pleased smile and finally removes the last of her clothes. When she’s fully naked, she comes to me, straddling my lap. I move to hold her, but she pulls back.

“I didn’t tell you to stop stroking yourself.”

I replace my hand, jerking myself off, my hand and dick brushing against her pussy with every movement. She is soaking wet, ready for me, and I groan with the thought of it.

“Have I been good for you, baby?” I ask, breathless.

“Yes,” she whispers, before leaning down to kiss me. “You have been very good.”

“Is it time for my reward?”

She smiles against my lips. “Lie back.”

I do as I’m told, moving fully onto the bed and lying back, still pumping my cock as she climbs back onto me.

“Good boy. Now, I’m going to ride your face until I come, then I’m going to ride your cock until you do. Does that sound like a good reward for my good boy?”

She leans over me, her body flush against mine. I don’t stop jerking off, though it’s a little awkward. She hasn’t told me I can stop.

“Well, Tanner?” she says, kissing me. “Does it?”

“Yes. Please.”

She smiles, sits up, and slides her body up mine until her pussy is right over my mouth. “Lick me, Tanner. Make me come.”

I do more than that. I devour her, licking and stroking and sucking until she’s moaning above me. Her hands are braced on the wall as she leans down, grinding her pussy on my face as I eat her with fervour.

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