Chapter Twenty - Weston
Victoria Arias does not play games during sex. She does not want me to slap her ass and call her bad. She will never roleplay, or let me tie her up, or crawl across the floor on her hands and knees for the privilege of sucking my cock. She won’t watch porn with me, have sex outside in the mud, or let me stick my dick in her mouth after I fuck her in the ass.
She is not looking for some dark side of herself. She has no inner submissive locked up in her head. She doesn’t want to be jolted into the present with a slap to her tits, or her pussy, or her face.
No.
When Victoria Arias has sex, it’s because she wants to be loved.
That’s it. That is all she’s after.
Love.
It’s not as boring as it sounds.
At least, to me, it’s not.
Because this was my first clue that Tori was my future wife. She’s… normal. She likes normal. She wants normal. So it really pissed me off that she couldn’t see our grand future together back when we started talking about it.
“West,” she moans now. “Don’t stop.”
I kiss her stomach as I make my way down her body, pushing all that other stuff out of the way for now. It’s only fair that I give her my full attention after I lied about what those guns probably mean. There’s going to be enough time tomorrow to worry about all the problems we have.
So tonight, we’re just going to forget.
When I get to her belly button I reach under her knees and push her legs up and open. My tongue is there and she is wet. She was always ready for me when I came to her and she’s still ready now.
I suck her clit for a moment. Let her enjoy the sensations. She likes to go slow and I don’t have anything against slow. The only time I get to slow down is when I’m making love to Victoria. But I live life hard and fast. So naturally, that’s my default setting in the bedroom as well.
Oddly, that’s something I didn’t mind giving up for her most of the time.
Tori’s hands are in my hair, twisting it and fisting it as she starts to breathe hard. Her arms in this position squeeze her breasts together and I look up from my place between her legs to catch the view before I miss it. They are just an outline in the dark, and that should be a tease. But it’s not. The outline is all I need because holy God, she is so beautiful.
“Your pussy tastes as beautiful as you look, Miss Arias.”
I can’t see her smile in the darkness, but I can feel it. And the little breath of air that escapes her lips lets me know she’s got a laugh inside her.
Her hands fist my hair a little tighter. Her back arches just the slightest bit more. Her breathing kicks up a level. Sex with Tori isn’t boring because, while she does like to be worshipped, she also likes to hear my dirty mouth as I do it. It turns her on so bad, she gets animalistic and wild. Just like she is in real life.
Everything about Tori and me is real.
Except all the things that aren’t.
Push it down, Corporate. Time for that later.
“Licking you between your legs, Miss Arias… well, there’s enough sweetness in your pussy to give me a toothache.”
She giggles this time. But her thighs also come together and squeeze against my shoulders.
I push my tongue inside her, sucking on her desire, and then withdraw and crawl my way up her body. Her lips are already there, meeting mine so she can kiss me.
She likes to taste my mouth after I lick her.
We kiss for a few moments, one of her hands letting go of my hair so she can reach down between my legs and wrap her palm around my thick cock. Our tongues are seeking, and pushing, and twisting as she pumps me—slowly at first, then with a regular rhythm.
“What comes next?” I ask. She might not like the kink, but she has always loved the talking. Sex with Tori has always been about the foreplay. We’ve had whole conversations during sex. We’ve had fights during sex. We’ve made plans during sex, and plotted vacations, and told each other just exactly what would happen on said getaways. We’ve even had philosophical discussions during sex.
And it has always turned me on that I can make her come while discussing politics, or an art exhibition we saw the night before, or our grocery list.
“Next…” Tori says, tracing a fingernail down the curve of my bicep. “You probably want me to suck your cock.”
I smile and let out a small laugh. “I would not turn it down,” I say, pushing a finger between her legs so I can continue to play.
“I bet the only reason you’re sorry there’s no lights is because you won’t be able to see my lips as they wrap around your tip. You won’t be able to see my tongue as I lick you like candy.”
“We’re going to do this again tomorrow morning, so I’m not the least bit worried about it.”
“You’re a cocky bastard,” Tory says. “Thinking I’ll just be here for you whenever you want me.”
“Nah,” I say into her mouth as I kiss her again. “I don’t think that. I think every time is the last time, Tori. So I’m going to make the most of right now and hope for the best tomorrow.”
She’s silent. But she never stops kissing me. Her palm never stops squeezing my cock. Her hand never stops fisting my hair.
I want to fuck her so bad right now. But I already messed up the last time by not letting her come first. And I won’t do that again. She might get the wrong idea about my intentions tonight.
So I break our kiss and take my lips to her breasts. I gather one together, squeezing. They are so big, my hand barely fits around them. And even though I can’t see her nipples, I know they are large, and round, and just a shade or two darker than her skin. I bite, her back arches, her fist leaves my hair and her hand comes to rest on the side of my stubbled face. Her other palm squeezes my dick.
“I missed you,” she says in a low somber voice.
I pause from licking her nipple and place my lips on hers. I kiss her words away. I kiss her fear away. I kiss it all away and say, “I’m still here. I will always be here.”
Her legs open for me, just a little. But it’s a signal I know well. So I ease forward until my cock is pushing against her entrance. She draws in a deep breath as I enter. Slowly stretching her to make room for me. Slowly penetrating her to connect us together.
Both fists are in my hair now, and she’s tugging me down. My face to her face. My lips to her lips. We kiss as we start. This is how she likes it. Slow, and soft, and filled with silent words of worship and promises.
“I think I’ll keep you forever, Miss Arias,” I say, when she takes a breath. “I think I own you.”
“Don’t be a caveman, Mr. Conrad. You know I’m nobody’s property.”
“You’re wrong,” I say, starting to pump her harder. “You’ve always been mine and you know it. You just hate the fact that I’m right and you’re wrong. You just hate the fact that you love me, even though I’m pushy, and controlling, and want you to wear an apron—”
She slaps my face, but she moans as she does it. “Stop talking,” she says.
But what she really means is… keep going.
“I’m gonna come inside you tonight. I’m going to get you pregnant, and marry you, and then make you walk around the house naked.”
“Except for that apron, right?” she breathes into my mouth.
“Except for that apron. And your belly will get big, and your tits will get bigger, and your pussy will be swollen and sensitive as I bend you over the dining room table and fuck you from behind as you arrange the place settings for my dinner.”
“You’re a pig and that is never—”
But I’m fucking her harder now. Her tits are bouncing against her chin and she can’t go on.
“I’m going to fuck you during dinner. And then I’m going to fuck you as you do the dishes. Bend you over the counter. Let you look out the window at the neighbors as I take your ass. And let you scream to the world as I make you come. Domestic life with me, Miss Arias, won’t be what you think.”
I grab her under her ass, hoist her up, and walk her over to the wall. I push her back against it as she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips.
Every time I’ve done this, my dick has never slipped out of her pussy. It’s like her personal mission is to keep us connected. And she has never let me down.
“You’re gonna come now, Victoria,” I say, pushing my dick deep inside her as I whisper in her ear. “I’m gonna fuck you against this wall…” My finger slips into the tight pucker of her ass and she gasps. “And I’m going to come with you. Inside you. Get you pregnant, make you mine, keep you forever. You belong with me. Say it.”
I’m pumping my cock into her hard now. It’s the only way to finish off a caveman fuck. Pressing her against a wall. Smothering her with my power and my body. Telling her all the things she wants to hear and all the things she doesn’t, at the same time.
She will never admit it, but she likes my version of her future and that’s why she pushed me away. She wants it. She just won’t admit it.