"Give me your hands."
She lets go of my thighs, and I grab both wrists, stretch her arms high above her head, and pin her against the glass.
I feel her breasts pressed against my legs, her nipples hard.
I can smell her arousal all the way up here.
It's like the most potent drug.
I push deeper into her throat, pressing the back of her head against the glass.
"Eyes on me."
Her gaze locks with mine.
"Are you ready, Victoria? I'm going to fuck that sweet little mouth, and then I'm going to come down that pretty throat."
Her eyes are bright, her face flushed.
Her breasts press into my thighs.
"Sì?"
I pull back just a bit.
She nods.
"If you want me to stop, squeeze my hand twice."
She nods again, and wraps one of her hands around mine. She's panting and pressing eagerly forward, and it is too fucking much.
Victoria Murray is completely at my mercy, and the thought is more intoxicating than the finest bourbon.
It is a heady feeling, and I know I will never get enough.
I pull out until just the tip of my cock is in her mouth.
"Breathe,cara," I murmur.
She inhales.
I thrust.
Deep.
The head of my cock hits the back of her throat, and then I slide home.
She gags a little, her throat spasming.
"Cazzo," I breathe.
Her fingers squeeze my hand.
Only once.
I pull back, and then thrust again.
"You are fucking incredible, Victoria," I praise. "So good at following orders. So good at taking my cock."
