“You try to lick everywhere so you don’t make a mess,” he said. “But I want you to make a mess, my love. I want it to drip down your legs and stain the mat. I want you to come against my mouth. Does my beard tickle?”

Victoria bit her lip, stifling a moan. “Yes,” she said in a ragged voice.

“Does something else tickle?” he asked.

The building pressure in her womb would make her weep if she didn’t finish. “Yes.”

“Let me hear how it feels, Victoria. You can be as loud as you want.”

She nodded again. “Okay...”

“I think it’s time for me to pull away for a moment. When I do, you look over your shoulder with those big brown eyes, and give me a frown. Don’t worry.”

“What are you going to do?” she panted, rubbing herself.

“I slide down my waistband and take out my cock. When you see it, you lick your lips and raise yourself from the mat. You want me inside of you now, don’t you?”

Victoria let out a soft moan as she raised her hips from the bed. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he teased.

“Yes, Johnny. I want you now.”

“Anything for you, honey. You’re ready to receive me and as I slide inside of you, I can feel every twitch and jump of your walls. It’s like you’re pulling me in. How fast do you want me to go, baby? Do you want it nice and slow or rough and fast?”

Jesus Christ... “Rough and fast,” she whispered in a tight voice.

“Good,” he said. “Because I want to fuck you until you scream my name. I want your breasts to bounce and I want you to back into me for more. I need your hands to slip against the mat as I drive into you. Can you keep up, Victoria?”

“Yes,” she said loudly. “Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please...do it...harder, Johnny.” She was so close to the edge, she was dangling by a thread.

“I don’t know if you want it that hard, Victoria.” The wicked humor in his voice made tears stand out on her lashes.

“I do,” she panted.

“Good girl. I want you to take all of my cock, right up to the hilt. In and out, Victoria, in and out. I kneel over you and cover your naked back as you slip away from me. I cup your breasts as they rock back and forth. I’m so close to losing myself inside of you, I don’t know if I can stop myself.”

“Don’t stop,” she hissed. Victoria arched her hips in an effort to use two fingers on herself. The thread was so close to snapping, she gritted her teeth and continued to stroke herself.