The look he gave her made her squirm, his dark eyes setting
up an almost-painful smoldering behind her clit. She leaned forward in
eagerness and Vic let her take him in her mouth. “Deeper, bella.” When she
tried to rim the head with her tongue, Vic scolded her. “There is no need to
try to seduce me, bella. My cock is already down your throat. You get three
more strokes to adjust, and then I will take over.”
Two more strokes, and (she) had the entire length of his
maleness past her gag reflex and down her throat. Vic watched her as she took
him in. Cuffing her hands behind her back left a scrumptious view, and her
breasts reached forward, their rosy nipples large and hard as pebbles.
Everything about her entertained his erectness, and he put a hand on either
side of her head in her golden curls. “My turn, bella.” She looked up at him,
her eyes full of apprehension, and he smiled. “I am the Dom; you are here for
my pleasure. Did you think you were so luscious that I’d let you top me from
down there?” He grinned. “Be prepared.”
Vic drew back and forced his cock down deep into her throat;
(her) eyes watered and she struggled for a split second and, just like that, he
owned her.