Without warning, I thrust back inside.
She's prepared this time, her lips wrapping around me, and her tongue works me as I pump my hips deeper and deeper.
I'm watching her.
The way her body reacts.
Her nipples are hard, her skin flushed.
She's rocking her hips forward, rubbing her wetness against my leg.
My little Victoria is getting off on this.
Getting off on being used.
Being held down.
Controlled.
Dominated.
And the thought makes my balls tighten.
She's not going to get off. Not yet.
But I will.
I thrust deeper, mindful of her limits, but she's taking it so well.
I pull back, not enough so she can speak, but enough so she can breathe.
"Big breath," I instruct and wait for her to inhale.
I sink in, no hesitation this time.
The tip of my cock slides right into her and hits home. Her throat is a warm, wet glove.
I press her head back into the glass and her hands flex, but they do not let go.
"That's my girl," I murmur.
I hold where I am for a moment, just letting the sensation overwhelm me.
It is too much.
Too much, too good, too tight.
My balls are heavy.
I feel my own climax building again, and this time, it will not be denied.
I start a slow, gentle pace.
Not as deep, not as rough, not as hard.
She doesn't mind.
"Victoria," I moan.
