Page 16 of Beauty Unmasked
Viktor
I’ve seen beautiful women in my life, but no one compares to this siren. She looks at me like I can move mountains. She pushes me and doesn’t take my shit. The only time she’s ever backed down from me was when I was more beast than human. Shame fills me as I recall the way I chased her out of my house.
“You okay?” she asks and runs a soft finger between my eyes.
I run my hands up her smooth thighs to her hips. “I am now.”
Belle’s hands run across my chest, whisper soft over the tender skin of my tattoo. The air sizzles with all the unspent sexual tension. My dick presses against my jeans, begging for its turn, but I remind myself to live in the moment.
These last few months have been hell. That is until Belle appeared at my door. She makes me feel alive. Her touch is healing all the invisible wounds I carry.
“Mouth,” I demand. I need to taste her while her hands drive me crazy. She gives into my demand, and my fingers dig into the flesh at her hips. My hips arch on their own, pressing my dick against her center.
She breaks our kiss, and I’m tempted to bring her back for more. But my curiosity wins over my need for more of that pretty mouth. She kisses my neck and Adam’s apple and works her way down my body. Her hands fumble with my jeans as her lips make my abs tremble under her attention.
The zipper lowers, and the sound is like a rocket zipping through the air, and I freeze. Air catches in my throat and panic sets in. I sound like a fucking pussy, but the idea of her touching my mess of a leg destroys a part of me. She’s far too sweet, too good, and too beautiful for me.
Her eyes meet mine. “It’s okay.” She tugs on my jeans, and I grab her wrist. “Viktor…”
My name mixed with the pleading in her eyes forces me to release her. My arms go to my sides and tight fists form to prevent me from stopping her again. I’m as still as a fucking statue. The complete opposite of what I should be. I’m unable to look away as she removes my jeans. She’s careful not to disturb my new prosthetic, a stark contrast to my tan leg next to it.
Belle moves to all fours, and her fantastic tits sway back and forth. Mesmerizing me with her body, I don’t realize she’s made herself comfortable between my legs. I scan her face the moment a hand lands on each leg. She rubs up and down my lower legs, moving to my knees and then thighs. When I don’t see disgust or pity, I feel some of the tension in my body release.
“I don’t know if anyone’s told you, Mr. Prinz, but you are fucking hot, beautiful even.” Her eyes are bright, and she licks her lips the moment they land on my erection.
I consider speaking but there is nothing to say, other than she’s delusional. If my broken body, with its one and a half legs and multiple scars from the shrapnel that tore through it, is her idea of “beautiful” and “fucking hot,” she needs to have a chat with Dr. Sarachaga.
Her short nails scrape up my thighs, pulling my thoughts back as she teases the fuck out of me. My balls tighten, and my erection strains against the material containing it. Her hot mouth leaves open mouthed kisses up my thighs and over my covered dick.
Belle pulls my boxer briefs down my legs and throws them aside. The cool air hits my hard-on, and I feel it grow thicker. I hiss with pleasure when her hand wraps around my length. She pumps me from base to tip that glistens with precum. I’m losing my mind, frantic and desperate for more.
“Tell me what you want, Viktor,” she says, throwing my earlier demand back at me.
“I want that sassy mouth to suck me off,” I reply, unashamed of telling her. Her eyes darken, and I see how much my dirty talk turns her on.
I gasp when Belle’s lips wrap around the tip. She slides her warm mouth down until she can’t take me any farther, and I nearly swallow my tongue. Her head bobs up and down over me, her hand following each move. With every pull of her mouth and stroke of her hand, she brings me closer.
My hands tangle in her hair, pushing it away from her face so I can enjoy the show. My hips move, careful not to hurt her, but I can’t help but push my dick in as far as she’ll take me. Those lips are stretched tight, and my toes point and curl as I bump the back of her throat.
Her eyes meet mine as she increases the tempo, and in no time my balls are wound tight and I tingle with my upcoming release. “Baby, I’m gonna come,” I warn her and try to slip out.
Only, the woman has gone full Hoover-mode. Her cheeks hollow, and she sucks me for all she’s worth. When she swallows around the tip, I can’t stop the roar that rips from my very soul. Streams of come pour out of me, and she swallows every drop.
I can’t fucking breathe. My heart is pounding away like a jackhammer, but the woman doesn’t stop. She lazily licks me clean from top to bottom. When my sensitive head can’t take any more, my body twitches and she chuckles.
“Pleased with yourself?” I tease.
“Oh, yes I am.” She wipes her mouth, and her smile tells me the truth in her words. “Did you enjoy yourself?” she asks me between the kisses she’s leaving on my stomach.
“Fuck yes!”
Belle laughs, and I realize that it has become one of my favorite sounds in the world. I pull her up so I can have more of that sweet, sassy mouth. Belle straddles my hips, and my dick notices. Her sex is hot and so fucking wet.
Our kiss starts as a sweet exploration, remiss of all the desperation of before. I run my hands down her back and cup that round ass I’ve been imagining for so long. Slipping one hand down and around, my long middle finger finds its prize.
I tease her folds, and she pushes against my hand. I slide my finger inside her, and she whimpers into my mouth. I roll a nipple with my free hand as she rides my finger. Every time she moves, she glides over the bottom of my dick, running her clit up and down.
“Come on my hand, baby,” I demand and feel her squeeze my digit. It doesn’t take long before her movements are jerky and her juices coat me. She buries her face and her sexy little pants tickle my chest. “I fucking love making you come.”
