Page 105 of The Tape Job
“You know what!”
“Tell me, Vic. Tell me what you love.”
I take my dick into my right palm and give it a squeeze.
“Your dick, I love it. I love watching you touch it, I love touching it myself, I love—”
Just watching how she stares at me, complete awe on her face, makes me harder than I thought possible. I want her to touch me.
“Since you’ve been a good girl this evening, why don’t you come and show me how much you love it?” I coax.
She crosses her legs at her ankles and raises her hips into the air, giving me an incredible view of her ass. As soon as I reach out and touch her face, she grins. Batting my hand away from my dick, she leans in closer. She’s got her cheek pressed against my shaft, and the heat of her breath is driving me to the point of wanting to take control and fuck her. I want to make her forget there was anything other than us two. But I hold off, waiting to see what she’ll do next.
She kisses my thighs gently, running her nails up and down. Then she kisses lightly over my shaft before she sits up slightly and spits onto my dick.
Fuck me, I’ve definitely missed her in this way. I have to put all my effort into not coming at the very sight of her. Her videos don’t do her justice. My minds-eye doesn’t do her justice. Nothing ever prepares me for Vicky.
Is this truly another one-time thing? But that’s a problem for another time because I’m leaking pre-come and all I can think about is how good I know she feels. Her mouth, her pussy—even that one time she let me put my dick in her ass. I can’t get enough.
She wraps her hand around my cock, teasing the head with shallow pumps and rubbing the pre-come around the tip with the pad of her thumb. It takes my breath away, forcing me to suck in air through my teeth.
“You’re perfect, you know that, right?” I ask, my voice rough with lust.
Her big blue eyes fix on mine as she pumps, occasionally snaking her tongue out to tease the underside of my dick. “I love how hard you get for me,” she says. I take the cue to provide her with the reassurance I know she’s craving.
“I’m so fucking hard, baby girl. That’s what you do to me. Seeing you playing with my dick … fuck! You look so pretty like that.”
It’s true. She’s beautiful all the time, but especially when her face is like this, close to my dick. But I know she looks even prettier with her eyes watering as I hit the back of her throat. She’s teasing me and it’s working. The anticipation she’s building is making my balls ache.
She surprises me by popping the end of my dick into her mouth. The heat of her tongue causes me to groan. Shit. I thought I remembered how good her mouth felt, but this… fuck! My dick disappearing into her mouth is a sight like no other. She’s so perfect, and I tell her so. I tell her she’s such a good fucking girl to me.
“Show me your tits,” I say, propping myself up slightly higher. She sits back and whips her shirt over her head, and my eyes fix on her nipples—the right one is my favourite. It’s small and pert, and I want to suck it.
She cups her boobs in her hands and pinches her nipples, throwing her head back in ecstasy. I want to reach out and touch her, but I’m enjoying the show too much. I reach for my dick to give it a jerk, but she bats my hand away again.
In a flash, she’s straddling me, facing towards the end of the bed; her hands woven together as she strokes me; her assis almost in my face. I can smell her, and I’m desperate to just push her panties aside and slide my tongue along her pussy.
I’m completely engrossed. I’m enjoying the show so much I can’t fathom why she stops. It’s abrupt, and I’m about to protest when she repositions herself so my dick rubs on the lace of her panties. And just when I think I can’t take it anymore, she tugs them to the side, showing me her perfect pussy, pink and glistening.
God, I’ve missed her. More than she can ever know. The scene elevates the anticipation and the excitement I’m feeling. I’ve completely forgotten about any heartache because my cock is throbbing. As soon as she reaches back and rubs the very tip of my dick against her, teasing me with the prospect of her slipping it inside, I can’t take it anymore. I come. I can’t help myself. “Oh, fuck,” I say, groaning as my whole body shakes.
She flips herself around, eyes wide. “Oh, Lee,” she says before taking my dick into her mouth, sucking me deep until I’m almost crying. God, I’ve never wanted someone as much as I wanted Vicky. I always want Vicky.
“You’re fucking incredible, Vic,” I say, my mind still cloudy. I reach for her, pulling her up so I can kiss her. My hands fumble with the sides of her panties, and she gives me what I want, helping me get rid of them.
I’m probably rougher than I’d usually be, but I pull her up towards my chest so I have a direct sight of that beautiful pussy of hers.
“Oh my God,” she whispers. “I haven’t waxed.”
“Shut the fuck up and sit on my face like a good girl,” I say, gripping her hips and moving her into position. Everything about her turns me into a state of desperation. I’m desperate to touch her, feel her, taste her, smell her. I can’t get enough.
I slip a finger inside her. “Fuck, Vic, how fucking wet are you?” I say before putting all my attention on her clit. It’s practically quivering with the need to be touched. “Tell mewhat you want, Vic.” I flick her clit just the once, enough to give her an idea of what I can offer.
She gasps.
“It’s an imperative statement, Vicky. Tell me what you want.” I cup her ass and pull her away, teasing her.
She looks down at me impatiently. “I want you to make me come.” Let’s face it, I was always going to give her what she wants. I always have.
