Lilly flashed Henry a wide grin. “You’re silly.” She giggled.
After a few moments of joyous banter, Mrs. Taylor interrupted the trio to announce that it was Lilly’s turn to pose for the professional photographer who had donated his time and talent to the event. “Thank you both for coming. You have no idea how much Lilly and I appreciate your kindness,” she said.
“I have been looking forward to this day all year.” Victoria beamed, her radiance causing Henry’s breath to hitch. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”
Mrs. Taylor’s eyes twinkled with exuberance. “I know I shouldn’t say this. But I must tell you that you make a lovely couple,” she gushed.
“We’re not—” Victoria began to protest.
“Mom!” Lilly interrupted.
“I’ve got to run.” Mrs. Taylor hustled toward her daughter, leaving Victoria with her mouth agape.
“Put this on,” Henry said, holding out his jacket.
Bemused, she fixed her lovely hazel eyes on him.
“You didn’t wear a coat,” he said.
She sighed and reached for the jacket, placing it around her shoulders. “I know better than to argue the point,” she said.
Well, that was surprisingly easy. Would she be submissive in bed, too? Henry’s cock twitched. Strangely, he found himself aroused by her obedience.
Together, they walked down the hall, neither of them talking. The click of Victoria’s stilettos echoing from the narrow walls of the corridor suddenly stopped.
A few paces ahead of her, Henry turned around.
Victoria looked delicate and petite as she stood rooted on the shiny linoleum floor in the middle of the hall.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
Her head tilted to the side, she leveled him with a questioning stare. “What’s happening between us?”
Henry stepped toward her.
Victoria took a step back.
His body dwarfed hers as he moved closer.
She moved backward, this time colliding with the wall. Her back flush to the cement, there was no room to escape.
Henry braced an arm on each side of Victoria, each palm resting against the wall slightly above her head.
Pinned against the wall, her breathing quickened. “How tall are you?”
Bent over her, he fixated his eyes on the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. “Where did that question come from?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Just curious,” she breathed.
“I’m 6"5". Henry lowered his head and nuzzled the delicate flesh below her ear.
Victoria lolled her neck to the side. “You’re so big. So tall.”
“Do you like that about me?” Henry asked.
“Is...um...is—”
“Don’t be shy. Feel free to ask me anything.” His lips moved to her ear.
“Is...it—” Victoria moaned, her neck arching backward as Henry sucked her earlobe.
“Tell me, Goldilocks. What is it that you want to know?”
She hesitated, her face turning crimson. “Is it true what they say about large hands and feet?” she blurted out, quickly averting her eyes to the floor.
Henry placed a finger beneath her chin and gently urged her to tilt her face up toward his. “Never hide those pretty eyes from me.” A plethora of emotions crossed her face. For a moment, he saw a flash of trepidation. Quickly, it was replaced with a look of wonder. Her eyes, big and round, now flickered with hunger.
She wants me.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself? Come home with me,” he said, his voice deep and seductive.
Chapter 15
Victoria
The Toyota careened around the corner. Her foot pressed to the gas pedal, Victoria surged with exhilaration. Pulse racing, she sped down the narrow streets in hot pursuit of the Lamborghini.
Shit!
A teenager driving a beat-up Ford pulled out of a side street, cutting her off just as the traffic light had changed to red. Slowing to a stop, Victoria thumped her fingers against the steering wheel. Relief washed through her as she noticed the Lamborghini had pulled into the breakdown lane on the road up ahead.
Green!
She floored the gas pedal only to ease off moments later when she neared the canary-yellow sports car. Henry pulled out to drive in front of her. White-knuckled, she gripped the steering wheel to drive close behind.
Red taillights flashed into the darkness. Heart palpitating, she slowed the Toyota, turning into the Ocean Point Apartment’s private lot, and parked in the vacant space beside the sports car.
Henry leaped from his driver’s seat, giving the outstretched door a violent shove. Wide-eyed, Victoria worried her lip, watching as his long-legged strides bounded toward her. This is really happening. A thrill shot through her as her gaze met his. Primal need radiated from their sapphire depths, the urge to pounce evident in his stance. “Follow me,” he demanded as her door swung open.
Air billowed beneath Henry’s jacket, threatening to blow it off her shoulders. She clutched it to her chest, her teeth chattering. Placing an arm over her shoulders, Henry tucked Victoria securely against his side. Violent gusts of wind whooshed over them from across the nearby ocean, Henry’s body taking the brunt of the wind’s brutality as he tried to shield her from the cold.
Together they maneuvered their way through the maze of cars and then up the two flights of stairs that ran along the outside of the apartment building. At the top of the third-floor landing, Henry pulled a key from his pants pocket and inserted it into the doorknob. The lock clicked, and the door swung open. Frederick’s tail thumped against the carpet in greeting. Pushing past the overzealous golden retriever, Victoria couldn’t help but smile when she heard Henry say under his breath, “Sorry. Not now, buddy.”
Kicking the door shut, he seized her by the waist and pulled her into his arms, crushing her to his chest. His lips slammed down on hers. Fierce, hot, and demanding, his tongue tangled with hers.
Lifted up on the balls of her feet, Victoria clung to his shoulders for support. His hands ventured up her spine, curling around each side of her torso to slide up and then down. He then moved to cup her breasts, kneading and bouncing them between his palms. “Too many clothes,” he rasped.
“Take it off,” Victoria panted against his lips.
That was all the invitation Henry needed. Immediately, he shoved his fingers beneath the neckline of her dress and yanked it down.
Plunging his tongue into her mouth, he swallowed her gasp. Pebbled into tight buds, Victoria’s nipples strained through the lace of her lilac strapless bra. He pinched at their pointy tips, causing a sharp, stinging sensation to buzz through her.
Crying out, Victoria arched into his touch. Her hand moved to the base of his neck. Firmly, she urged his head down, guiding his mouth to her breasts. His tongue flicked out, licking and nibbling at their puckered tips through the confines of her bra.
He peered up at her, his eyes blazing with desire. Reaching behind her back, he unclasped her bra. Instantly, the material dropped to the floor, Victoria’s breasts spilling out. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he hissed as, once again, his lips sought her breasts. A sharp, exquisite twinge coursed through Victoria as his teeth clamped down, nipping at the sensitive flesh. Her breasts jutted forward, her cries growing louder.
“You’re even more amazing than I imagined,” he breathed against a peach-hued areola.
“You thought of me?” Victoria asked breathlessly, fisting his dark hair through her fingers.
“Every fucking night since I laid eyes on you,” he confessed.
Heat pooled in her belly. Wet with arousal, Victoria slunk against the wall, her legs buckling as she held Henry’s dark head snug against her chest.
Henry’s hand trailed lazily over her hip, his fingers stroking up and down the outside of her thigh. Instinctively, Victoria opened her legs farther apart, desperate for Henry to touch her sex. A low chuckle came from his chest. “I h
ope you’re wet for me because I can’t wait to suck you dry.”
Turned on by his vulgar confession, Victoria ripped at his dress shirt, tearing the expensive fabric as she mauled at its buttons. She shoved the material open, revealing Henry’s olive-skinned perfection. A smattering of dark hair graced his chest. With her fingertip, she reached out, trailing over the wisps that circled his nipples. Unable to resist, she lowered her mouth, her tongue flicking out to tease him.
“Yes,” he nearly growled.
Encouraged by his moans of pleasure, Victoria suckled brazenly, using her teeth to bite and nip at the sensitive tips. Hard and bulging through his pants, Henry’s erection poked against her stomach. She peered up, her lips quirking into a sly smile before proceeding to slither down his body. Settling onto her knees, she slowly unhooked the button at the top of his pants.
Henry sucked in a breath, his eyes locking on hers as she eased his zipper down. “Are you sure?” he asked, his gaze uncertain as he stared at her.
“Mm hmm.” Twisting her fingers through the belt loops, Victoria gave his pants a yank. Immediately, they fell to his ankles, his cock straining through the cotton barrier. Biting her bottom lip, Victoria lightly traced her fingers over the hardness and then shoved her thumbs beneath the edges of his underwear, pulling them down.
Thick, long, and hard, Henry’s cock sprung to life.
Smiling appreciatively, Victoria wrapped her hand around his swollen shaft, working her fingers over the vein that ran the length of its underside, and stopped to explore the small slit at its tip. A droplet of pre-cum coated her thumb. Releasing a throaty laugh, Victoria placed her finger against her lips, taking great pleasure in the salty substance as she licked it with her tongue.
“Shit,” Henry hissed.
“Mmm,” she moaned. “I want more.” She snaked an arm around his back, her nails digging into his firm, tight ass. Holding him securely in her grasp, she lowered her mouth to his cock. Her other hand gripped his shaft, guiding him to the base of her throat, and then began to suck.
A guttural, tortured sound tore through the room. Henry pulled roughly on her hair, fisting it between his fingers. Victoria delighted in the primal noise as she picked up the pace.
“Fuck,” Henry hissed, his neck craned back.
Faster than slower, Victoria worked him, her hand moving up and down his cock and then lowering to cup his balls.
Henry’s breath quickened. “That. Feels. So. Fucking. Good,” he rasped.
Emboldened by his passionate outburst, Victoria frantically worked her fingers over his fully engorged cock, the carnal slurping, smacking sounds making her pussy ache with need. Lowering her lips, she laved one and then the other ball before taking turns sucking each into her mouth.
Henry’s grip tightened, his hips rocking. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck that amazing mouth,” he hissed.
“Do it,” Victoria challenged and flicked her tongue up the length of his shaft. A thrill shot through her as she took him into her mouth, sucking mercilessly as she cupped his balls. His low groan turning her on with the knowledge that she was responsible for getting Henry to lose control.
Immediately, he began to buck. His cock drummed against the base of her throat, her breasts bouncing from the force as he pounded into her. “I’m going to come. I’m fucking going to come,” he bellowed. Henry braced his hands on her shoulders, pushing against her. “Fuck,” he swore through clenched teeth. His body spasmed then stiffened. Sticky, hot fluid squirted down her throat as it flooded her mouth.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop it. I tried to push you away,” he panted, looking shocked as Victoria licked the residue from her slick lips.
“That’s so fucking hot,” he growled. His eyes fell to her breasts, his lips curving into a wicked grin. “Payback is a bitch.”
Chapter 16
Victoria
Positioned on her knees, Victoria stared, mesmerized by Henry’s virility. Her gaze raked over him, appreciatively taking in each masculine inch. From the toes of his feet, up to the length of his sculpted calves, and onto his thick, sturdy thighs, he was a vision of masculine perfection. Long and thick, his cock hung along his inner thigh. The sheer beauty of it taunted her with a temptation to once again draw him into her mouth. Victoria salivated. The essence of him still coated her tongue, and yet, like a glutton, she wanted to taste more. Victoria sucked in a breath, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.
Clothed only in his black dress shirt, Henry loomed proudly above her as Victoria’s exploration moved up his well-built torso. She rose to her feet and shoved her hands under the expensive fabric, luxuriating in the feel of his firm abs that lay beneath. Smoothing her palms over his broad chest, she pushed the material from his shoulders.
Intense sapphire eyes bore down on her. Lips curving up in satisfaction, she delighted in his lustful gaze. “I like you naked,” she said.
Suddenly, Henry bent down, surprising her as he placed an arm beneath her knees and another behind her back to hoist her from the floor. Cradled in his arms, he carried her down the hall. Forcing the bedroom door open with his foot, he moved into the center of the room and carefully lowered her to the floor. “Turn around,” he demanded. “It’s time to get you out of that dress.”
Obediently, Victoria turned. Her back toward Henry, her eyes darted around the room, taking in its contemporary style as his fingers probed beneath the fabric of her dress. She giggled, his fingers tickling her as they met with the top of her zipper. He pulled it down, a shrill hissing sound cutting through the room, signaling its release. A shiver shot through her as the dress fell open, the soft fabric gliding over the curve of her back, across her buttocks, and down her legs to land in a heap onto the floor.
“Look at me,” Henry commanded.
Slowly Victoria turned, clad only in a lilac lace thong and her gold stilettos.
“Much better,” Henry said, stepping toward her. Cupping her chin between his thumb and forefinger he gently applied pressure, pulling her mouth toward his. Lightly, his lips brushed against hers, his tongue darting out to trace her upper lip. She whimpered, her nipples hardening as he drew her closer.
His hand moved to the base of Victoria’s neck, using his fingertips to knead at the flesh at the edge of her hairline. A small click resounded as he unsnapped her rhinestone clip, her neat French twist collapsing heavily onto her shoulders. Henry’s fingers forked through her thick hair, massaging her scalp and mussing the unmanageable ringlets across her shoulders. “You remind me of Goldilocks,” he said, plying a stray curl between his finger. “I’m eager to uncover what makes you feel just right.”
Goosebumps rose over her flesh as his mouth dipped to hers. His arms tightened around her, pulling her snuggly to him. He licked the seam of her lips, urging them to open, and delved his tongue into her mouth.
She gasped as Henry lifted her from the floor and gently tossed her onto the silken sheets. Heart pounding, she stared dazedly as he crawled across the mattress toward her, the bed squeaking beneath his weight. Bracing an elbow next to each side of her head, his eyes searched her face. Carnal need filled his expression as he asked, “Do you want me as much as I want you?”
Victoria smoothed her hands over his biceps, revealing the sheer strength of him. “I want you,” she said. “Now, kiss me.”
His mouth slammed down against hers. Victoria wrapped her legs around his waist, her ankles clamping together behind his back.
He chuckled. “Are you in a hurry?” Henry breathed against her lips.
“No.” Victoria flushed and peeked up through her semi-closed eyelids. “I thought you were ready,” she said softly.
“My cock is swollen, aching for you,” he assured her. As if to prove his point, he positioned himself between her slick folds, rubbing his cock against her clit.
A jolt of electricity shot through her. She moaned and lifted her hips, eagerly rubbing her sex against his groin.
“Patienc
e, Goldilocks,” he teased. Leisurely, his lips moved from her mouth, traveling over the length of her neck, while his hands kneaded her breasts. “Beautiful,” he whispered as if in awe. Then he lowered his mouth to her tit.
Victoria wriggled beneath him, her hand clasped behind his neck, forcing him closer.
“You like that,” he said, sucking and biting its puckered tip.
“Yes,” she cried.
Lapping and nipping at her flesh, he ventured lower, his lips painting kisses over her stomach. Instinctively, Victoria slid her hand across her belly to shield its small swell from his vision.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Henry reprimanded, lacing his fingers between hers. He forced her hand away from her stomach and secured it against her side. Abruptly, he rose to brace his weight onto his elbows. His intense blue eyes bore into hers. “Why do you want to deny me the pleasure of looking at you?”
“Because I need to lose weight,” Victoria blurted.
Henry released a disgusted grunt. “That’s bullshit.” His fingers raked through a few strands of untamed, dark hairs, pushing them from his forehead.
Oh God, Victoria thought. Now wasn’t the time to point out her insecurities.
“I’ll have you know it’s a turn-on to make love to a real woman. God knows visions of your naked, sexy curves have kept me up at night.”
Her eyes widened. “Really?”
“I’ll have you know my fucking wrist has been killing me for days now. It’s surprising my dick isn’t raw. After all, I’ve been as horny as a fucking teenager.”
“Oh,” Victoria said and placed her palm over her mouth, the corners of her lips curving into a slight smile. He looked adorable with his hair mussed and his expression serious.
His voice lowered. “I’ve dreamed of you soft and wet in my bed since I first saw you.”
Her breath hitched as he shifted his body between her legs. “Hmm,” Victoria moaned as his engorged cock pulsed against her sex.
His blue eyes darkened as he lowered his head. Unhurried, Henry brushed his lips over hers while his hand moved between her thighs to cup her mound, his middle finger straying to her slick folds. As his lips moved lower to rain kisses along her stomach, he used his broad shoulder to nudge her legs apart. Settling his torso between her thighs, he circled her clit with his thumb while one finger slid between her pussy lips to glide into her sex.
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