- 10 -
“Please, Daddy,” I beg, my insides already feeling molten with the way his eyes drink me in.
Victor releases a deep growl that reverberates right through my core. His jaw locks and his eyes darken, and then he reaches down and rips my bikini bottoms right off. I gasp at the feel of cool air against my exposed apex, but before I can react, Victor has moved down my body, now situated in the vee of my spread legs.
He looks up at me with steely eyes, nostrils flaring when he greedily takes in the scent of my building wetness. I squirm under his hot stare, impatient and desperate, but also filled with the crazy need to drag it out. I want to wring as much out of him as I possibly can, and if the way he’s looking at me is any indication, I’m not alone.
He grabs my thighs from below, his rough palms cradling them high before spreading me out, opening me up to his hungry stare. He bends down and, with a strong, flat tongue, licks a wet stripe up the slit of my cunt. A whine slips from my mouth and I sink into the sand below, hips bucking toward his face.
Victor hums against me. “Fuck, Ariella. You taste so sweet, baby.”
“Please,” I beg. “Victor… daddy… don’t stop.”
His hands hold me steady, though, and with one quick flick of his tongue against my swelling clit, Victor spreads the petals of my pussy and finally dives into the wetness there, swirling in an insistent assault, licking me ruthlessly from top to bottom in long, hard passes.
“Oh, god,” I gasp, reaching down to weave my fingers into his hair. “Oh, fuck, Daddy…”
Victor releases a deep, guttural sound against my quaking pussy that makes me cry out unintelligibly. That’s when he begins assaulting my clit. He runs his pointed tongue up my slit and easily finds the engorged bundle of nerves. He closes his mouth over it and sucks greedily, tongue working fervently over it. After a moment of this, he allows me to guide his ministrations with the hand in his hair and the motion of my hips. For a few blinding moments, I ride Victor’s face, my cries growing louder and louder, echoing through the beach. But before long, Victor moves back down, spearing his tongue to dip it into my slick passage.
“Victor!” I cry, shaking with the rhythmic tempo of his sucks and licks. I can feel the building climb of my orgasm, imminent and intense, and my thighs clamp around his head on instinct. It’s only a moment later that I buck against his mouth, grinding against him in a furious climax. I flex my fingers in his hair and clench with the waves of ecstasy, chasing them to the rocky shore of my release.
Victor is quick and efficient once I’ve collapsed into a sweaty heap on the sand of the beach. He kneels over me, face shiny with my wetness, and stares down at me through lust-crazed eyes as he takes his hard cock in hand. I stare up at him in a dazed state, still floating in the afterglow, but I’m able to register the veins popping in his corded forearm as his hand frantically pumps his shaft.
That snaps me from my stupor.
I spring up and still his hand with my own, demanding, “Let me.”
He doesn’t argue.
Instead, he watches me with those same dark eyes as I take him in hand, testing the weight and warmth of him, measuring it up. It’s a glorious cock, to be sure. The head is purple and angry, shiny with his pre-cum. It jerks in my hand, as if it’s impatient and frustrated. I run a fingertip over the veins in appreciation, trailing it down to his heavy balls. I take them in hand, next. Roll them around. He makes a rough sound at that, hips bucking toward me.
I glance up at him through my lashes as I bend over, extending my tongue to catch the bead of cum pearling on his dick. I hear his breath catch as I taste his essence, something tangy and fresh and somehow sweet, just like Victor. I press a kiss to his hard shaft and feel his fingers in hy hair, sweeping it over my shoulder. With several looping twists, Victor wraps my red hair around a strong fist.
The way he guides the part of my lips to the head of his erection is no mere suggestion. No, definitely not. Victor pokes it through my lips, seeking and demanding, and I all too eagerly obey, spreading my mouth until the head of his swollen cock rests heavy and twitching on the flat of my tongue.
I moan at the taste of him, moving my hand to the base of his dick and giving it a hard squeeze.
Victor grunts, “Fuck yes,” and pushes my head closer, threading my mouth onto his steel rod. I open my jaw as wide as it’ll go to take him. Victor’s cock is easily the biggest I’ve ever seen, let alone had the pleasure of fellating. I shift and wiggle to find the best position in which to take him, and I’m already getting wet again from this—the stretch of my mouth and the throb of his cock inside it.
I reach down to press the heel of my palm against my aching clit, grinding against it as I give his cock a powerful suck. Victor inhales loudly, a gusty and gruff sound, before his other hand reaches down to palm my breast.
I moan around his dick and feel his reaction in the squeeze of his palm as it massages my tit. Briefly, I feel a sense of gratitude for my previous exploits with boys like Logan. I always knew I’d been gathering experience for this—for when I finally found my perfect daddy—but being able to finally use my skills on the man of my dreams? It’s heaven, is what it is. To hear him grunt above me, to feel the force of his willpower when he very obviously holds himself back from thrusting down my throat, to see the quiver in his thigh as I work my hand in tandem with my mouth… it’s the culmination of all my desires.
I take my time sucking him, laving the head of his cock with my tongue, over and over, and relishing in the feel of his palm exploring the supple skin of my chest. At one point, he brings his hand to my mouth and presses into the hollow of my cheek, able to feel his cock against the inside of my mouth. I bob up and down on his hard shaft, unable to suck the whole thing down, but unable to care.
When Victor uses his grip on my hair to tug me off, I stare at him hazy-eyed and confused, my chin dripping with saliva.
Victor’s gaze scorches me. “Lay back,” he growls, the voice of a man who knows just what he wants and exactly how to get it. I more than happily obey, letting myself fall back onto the sand below. He kneels over my stomach, eyes drifting down to my breasts, and grabs the base of his cock.
Instantly, I know what he desires.
Licking my lips, I grab a handful of each tit, pressing them together. Victor makes a rough noise and shoves the head of his straining cock between them. It’s still slick with my saliva and his pre-cum, so when he thrusts between the globes of my breasts, his cock slides easily.
“Oh, god,” I breathe, ducking my chin to watch the head of his dick disappear and reappear in a rapid tempo. When his hands come up to grab my breasts, I relinquish my hold on them, content to let him control the tightness of my cleavage. He stares down at himself, buried into the valley of my boobs, with a wild expression. His hips pump forward and back, faster and faster.
When I think about him releasing all his spunk right onto my chest, I have to moan at the shot of lust that goes straight to my aching pussy. I try to rub my thighs together, but it’s no use. There’s not enough friction. Resigned, I watch as Victor fucks my tits, the purple head of his cock emerging from my cleavage at a more and more rapid pace. His face begins to flush, the muscles in jaw so tense that he must be gnashing his teeth.
That’s when I confess, “I want it, daddy. I want you to come all over them. I want you to cover me in it.”
An animalistic growl rips from his throat. He squeezes my tits painfully together, forcing the passage tighter and tighter, and then he looks me right in the eye as he begins to tense.
It’s amazing to behold. He goes rigid and thrusts once, twice, three times before his entire body seizes with a shudder. He grunts with the forces of it, body punching forward until he begins spurting. He paints my neck and chest with long, thick ribbons of his hot essence. I can feel it dripping down my neck, into my armpit, settling into the hollow of my collarbones.
I moan, tipping my head back to bask in the sensation.
Victor releases my breasts from his grip, only to flatten a palm to the center of my sternum and rub the cooling semen into my skin. I push into his hand like an excited kitten as he rubs his jizz up the globe of one breast, then the other, as if covering me in a fine sheen of tanning oil.
I catch both his hand and his gaze, bringing his fingers to my mouth. I suck them into my lips to taste him, deciding that there’s no better flavor out there.
“Mmmm,” I hum, letting the fingers slip from my mouth only to find myself licking into the crevices between, unwilling to let any go to waste.
“Your turn,” he says.