Warm and soft and so fucking good, I'm afraid I'll blow my load within seconds.
Victoria is naked and on her knees, and those are two of my favorite things, and the view...
My God.
It's like a dream.
The lights from the city are a halo behind her, and her eyes are locked on mine, dark with lust, her cheeks hollowed as she sucks.
Her lips are swollen, slick with her own saliva and mine.
I see her hand stray between her own legs.
"No," I order.
She whimpers, begs me with her eyes.
"Ti piace, vero? Ti piace quando ti fotto la bocca, sporcacciona," I murmur to her.
I know she doesn't understand the words, but her eyes tell me all I need to know.
They're dark and pleading.
"La tua fica รจ bagnata per me?" I ask. "Vuoi toccarti?"
Her gaze is fixed on me, and I can see the desire written there.
But she is a good girl, and she listens. Her hand falls away.
I reward her by pulling her head toward me, my cock sliding in deeper.
I bury myself in the back of her throat.
"Succhia," I grit out.
She obeys, and her tongue does something wicked, and fuck, fuck, fuck.
I'm losing control.
It is dangerous, but I can't seem to help myself. Not where she's concerned.
"Sei mia."
You're mine.
The words echo in my head as I feel my climax building, hot and fast.
Mine.
"Sto per venire," I warn her, then I realize I'm still speaking in Italian. "When I come, you're going to take it. You're going to swallow it all down like a good little girl."
Her eyes are glazed with pleasure.
She can do nothing but hold onto my thighs, fingers curled into the fabric of my pants, as I rear back and thrust into her, a little harder than before.
Victoria, my little Victoria, takes it all.
In fact, she tilts her head back just a little and widens her mouth, taking me even deeper.
