Victor’s eyes darken instantly, pupils expanding until there’s barely any iris left. The hunger in his gaze makes my own cock throb painfully.
I climb over him, straddling his powerful thighs. Leaning forward, I align our cocks together, the size difference making something hot coil in my stomach. It is substantially thicker and longer, but the contrast just makes this hotter. I wrap my hand around both of us as best I can, though my fingers can’t close around our combined girth.
When I start thrusting, sliding my cock against his, the friction is exquisite. Our precum mingles, making everything slick. Victor’s rough hands grip my hips, guiding my movements.
“Fuck,” Victor growls, his voice dropping an octave. “You look so fucking pretty with your dick against mine. So fucking perfect next to me.”
I whimper at his words, increasing my pace. “You like that, Daddy?”
His grip on my hips tightens to the point of bruising. “Yeah, fucking love it. Keep going.”
I roll my hips faster, grinding our cocks together. Victor’s hands guide my movements, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave marks. Watching our cocks slide together has me leaking even more precum between us.
“Look at you,” Victor growls, his voice guttural and raw. “Fucking yourself against my cock like you can’t get enough.”
“I can’t,” I gasp, arching my back. “Your cock is so gorgeous, Daddy.”
“Yeah? You like feeling how much bigger I am than you?”
I whimper, nodding frantically. “Fuck yes. So much bigger. So much better.”
Victor’s hips buck up against mine, his thick shaft throbbing alongside my own. “That’s right, wildfire. No one else makes you feel this good, do they?”
“No one,” I pant, feeling the pressure building in my core. “Only you, Daddy.”
Our combined wetness makes the glide smoother, the filthy sounds of skin meeting skin filling the room. Victor’s breathing grows ragged.
“Gonna come all over that pretty little cock of yours,” he warns, his muscles tensing beneath me.
“Yes, please,” I beg, grinding harder. “Want to feel you come on me.”
Victor’s entire body tightens as he explodes between us, hot ropes of cum coating my cock and stomach. The sight of him losing control pushes me over the edge, and I follow immediately, adding to the mess between our bodies.
We’re both breathing hard, staring at the sticky mixture pooled on Victor’s defined abs.
I collapse against Victor’s chest, both of us breathing heavily. Our mixed cum is cooling on our skin, a sticky reminder of what we’ve just done. Victor strokes my back, surprisingly gentle for someone so large.
“We should shower,” he murmurs against my hair.
I nod, not trusting my voice yet. My legs feel like jelly as I crawl off him.
The bathroom is all marble and glass, the shower large enough to fit four people comfortably. Victor turns on the water, adjusting the temperature before pulling me in with him. The hot spray feels incredible on my overworked muscles.
“Let me,” he says, grabbing the body wash. His huge hands lather my skin, working down my back to my ass. He pays special attention there, kneading the muscles.
“Fuck, wildfire,” he growls, dropping to his knees behind me. “You’ve got the best ass I’ve ever seen.”
Before I can respond, his tongue is there, circling my used entrance. I gasp, hands flying up to brace against the wet tile. Despite everything we’ve done tonight, the sensation of Victoreating my ass in the shower sends electric pulses through my spent body.
“Daddy,” I whimper, pressing back against his face.
He growls against my skin, the vibration making me shudder. His large hands spread me open wider as his tongue pushes deeper inside me.
“Can’t get enough of you,” he mumbles between licks. “Taste so fucking good.”
I feel his cock hardening against my calf as he continues his assault on my hole. The knowledge that he’s getting turned on again makes me dizzy with desire.
Without warning, he rises behind me, his cock nudging at my entrance. “One more time,” he whispers roughly in my ear. “Want to fill this ass again.”