Page 108 of Victorious: Part 3
“That’s my girl.”
I press the tip of the toy to her inner thigh again, watching the way her muscles twitch under the soft vibration. She’s already so wet, glistening, begging without words. But I don’t give in just yet. I drag the curved tip higher, brushing the edge of her pussy, circling her lips without dipping between them.
Her breath stutters, thighs parting wider, chasing the pressure. “Phoenix…” she warns, voice breathy, pleading. “Stop teasing.”
“I’m not teasing, baby,” I murmur, eyes locked on hers. “I’m building anticipation. You remember what that’s like, don’t you?”
She lets out a sound that’s something between a whimper and a laugh, then a full-throated moan when I finally bring the toy between her folds and press it directly against her clit. Her whole body arches off the bed, the shock of stimulation making her curse and grab the sheets. “Oh fuck—”
“There she is.” I grin, watching her fall apart already. “Look at you. So sensitive. So responsive. You love being played with, don’t you?”
She nods frantically, biting her lip as I circle the vibrator slow and tight over her clit. Her thighs shake, hips rolling up instinctively. I slide my free hand up her body, cupping one breast and teasing the nipple between my fingers while the toy stays pressed hard against her. Her breaths come fast, panting, wrecked and on edge, so close she can’t stay still.
“Please,” she gasps, reaching for me, trying to pull me down. “I need you inside me.Now.”
“Yeah?” I growl, letting the toy buzz a second longer against her clit. “You ready to take all of me, Reel Girl?”
“Yes,” she chokes out. “Fuck, yes!”
I toss the toy beside us for a moment and shift, settling between her legs again, but this time I guide the tip of my cockto her slick entrance, and I hold there, just pressing. Letting my head nudge against her tight opening, I let out a low growl, feeling her tight walls contract around me and her hips buck, trying to draw me in, but I grip her waist, keeping her still.
“Say it,” I murmur. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” she moans, her eyes wild. “I belong to you, Phoenix.”
That’s all I need.
I push forward, slow but firm, easing in inch by inch as her walls stretch and tighten around me like velvet and vice, sending a wave of pleasure over my cock, and it’s like the best warm fucking hug you could ever have.
She gasps, then moans low and deep, her head falling back, her spine arching off the bed.
“Fuuuck!” I groan, burying myself to the hilt. “You feel so fucking good, baby. So warm, tight… so goddamn perfect.”
Her nails dig into my biceps when she exhales a trembling moan. “Don’t stop. God, don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping until you’re shaking again,” I growl, thrusting once, deep and hard.
She cries out, clinging to me as I set a punishing rhythm. Every thrust has her gasping, her hands clawing at my back, her body rising to meet me like she’s chasing the next high.
“That’s it,” I rasp. “Take it all. Let me give you everything.”
I feel it building, tightening. Not just in her body, but mine too. Her inner walls flutter and grip me, over and over, like her body is already beginning to unravel around me. Every squeeze drives me closer to the edge, a perfect fucking rhythm that pulls a groan from deep in my chest.
Her fingers claw at my shoulders, her nails scoring my skin while her hips roll beneath me in wild, instinctive pulses. She’s trembling, her breath fractured and fast, like she can’t catch one before the next hits. Her eyes are wide, glassy with pleasure, right on the edge of something she can’t stop.
The way she clings to me, how her body locks down tight around my cock, it’s pure ecstasy. She’s milking me with every desperate contraction, her arousal slick and hot and so goddamn perfect I almost lose control right here. My jaw clenches, trying to hold on, to make this last, to feeleverything.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, my forehead pressed to hers. “You’re so close. I can feel it.”
She nods wildly, breath hitching. “I’m gonna… Phoenix, I—”
Clover’s second orgasm crashes into her like a goddamn thunderclap. A scream tears from her throat before her body bows, taut legs wrap around my waist like a vise. Her entire core clamps down on me with unrelenting force, pulling me deeper, her slick heat pulsing around me like she never wants to let go.
But I’m not done.
I slow, pulling back, and flip us fast, guiding her to straddle me.
She blinks down at me, dazed and flushed.
