Chapter 302: [R18]Golden Reward(2)
Victoria settled herself right between Nash’s legs, spread wide open. Even though she was in a pretty compromising spot, she still looked elegant, like she was born to be in control.
She looked up at him with those bright blue eyes, a little smile on her lips. She looked at him like he was a trophy she just won, then at her personal treasure: the big, scary monster that had all the other women begging for more.
The light in the bedroom hit her long blonde hair, making it glow like a halo. To Nash, she looked like some kind of goddess coming down to earth, coming down to make him go to Venus.
She started slow, her fingers lightly tracing the underside of his thick cock. It was just a soft, teasing touch, but she could feel the heat coming off it. She could feel his pulse thumping against her palm.
It felt almost crazy to see it, this huge, veined thing resting in her small, delicate hands. These were the same hands that signed million-dollar contracts, and now they were holding Nash’s dick.
"You know what I like most about all this?" she whispered, her voice sounding like a cat purring. Somehow, she sounded genuinely fascinated. "You’re so big... so hard... but right now, you’re completely helpless. All that power you have, and here it is, just fitting in my hand."
She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock. He was so thick that her thumb and middle finger barely even touched. Her palms were cool, but his skin was burning hot.
She started to stroke him, moving from the bottom up to the top, watching him with a curious look. She seemed fascinated by how his body reacted to every single movement she made.
Was that a virgin’s curiosity ? It was so hard to picture that this woman never had a man before.
She leaned in closer, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. He could feel her warm breath hitting the head of his cock, making him shiver.
From his spot on the bed, Nash could see everything, the soft pink inside of her lips and the way her tongue flicked out to slowly trace the thick vein running down the side of him.
Then, she spat a long string of warm saliva right onto the head of his Johnny. The wetness slid slowly down the vein, and she used her hand to spread it all over, making the whole thing glisten.
The sound of her palm sliding against his skin was loud in the quiet room—shlick... shlick... shlick— Each slide was slower and felt more intense than the last.
Nash was breathing hard now, his elbows digging into the mattress. He couldn’t look away; he was completely hypnotized by this sight. The moment he had been waiting for so long, that he had delayed so often. This legendary view was finally happening.
Victoria looked up at him with a smile that looked almost innocent, then she leaned forward again. She started at the base, using her flat, hot tongue to lick all the way up to the top. She circled the head of his cock a few times, teasing him with the tip of her tongue, before finally taking him into her mouth.
When her lips finally closed around him, it felt like the world stopped for a second.
There was a wet, loud *pop* as she sealed her lips around him. Nash immediately felt the warmth and wetness of her mouth, and the way her lips stretched tight around his girth. Victoria let out a soft moan around him, a low sound of satisfaction that vibrated straight through his cock.
Nash let out a groan, his back arching off the bed.
"Fuck... Victoria... your mouth feels... incredible..."
She started moving her head, going a little deeper with every stroke, her tongue working relentlessly.
Schlurp... gluck... mmph... The sounds became wetter as she took him deeper and deeper, her throat tightening around him.
She pulled back slowly, and his cock slipped out with another wet *pop*. Long strings of saliva connected her lips to the head of his member. She licked them off greedily, never once taking her eyes off Nash.
"Do you like that, Nash?" she asked in a soft, sweet voice, all while continuing to stroke him. "Finally getting pampered by someone who actually knows what she’s doing?"
Nash groaned. What do you mean, someone who knows? She was literally a virgin talking to someone with a double digits numbers of women under his care. Who was in charge?
Before he could even get a word out, she plunged back down. This time she went even deeper, her nose brushing against his lower belly as she swallowed almost the whole length of him.
Tears came to her eyes a bit as she deepthroated him. You could tell it was a struggle, and her tears almost spilled from her eyes as she held herself there, taking every single centimeter.
She made a little muffled whimper—"hnngh"—but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she swallowed reflexively, using her throat to milk him.
When she finally pulled away with a gasp, more saliva dripped from her chin and landed on her breasts. She didn’t even care. She just looked up at him with those piercing blue eyes and a cruel little smirk.
"Look at you," she purred, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. "My little rat, getting off on having his cock sucked by a woman who’s worth more than your entire bloodline."
She crawled forward a bit, her breasts pressing against his thighs. She used both hands now, stroking him in a rhythm that was driving him crazy.
"What’s wrong? You don’t like being pampered?" Her smirk grew wider. "Or do you like it too much? Just like a rat caught in a trap. And you know what? You’re absolutely right."
She leaned in, her hot breath hitting his sensitive skin.
"I own you. Every single inch of you belongs to me now. Your body, your time, your thoughts... especially your thoughts about me."
Nash’s chest was heaving. It was a bit annoying to be talked like that, but on another side, coming from Victoria, and with what she was doing, it was arousing, his. He bit his lip, trying to hold onto some shred of control even though the feeling was overwhelming.
"You... you fucking bitch," he managed to mutter. He wasn’t actually angry; he was just desperate for more.
Even as he said it, his hips bucked, pushing himself into her hand. He reached up and tangled his fingers in her silky blonde hair. He wasn’t exactly pushing her away, but he wasn’t pulling her closer either. It was a useless attempt at resisting something they both knew he wanted.
The feeling of her hands and mouth working together was too much. The wet sounds intensified—shlick... schlorp...—and pre-cum started to leak from the tip, making everything even more slippery.
"Fuck... Victoria..." he groaned, his head hitting the pillow. "How is this your first time doing this?"
He opened his eyes and looked at her. Victoria just smiled around his cock, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. She took him deeper again, her throat making wet, obscene sounds, determined to push him over the edge.
She didn’t slow down. Her mouth felt voracious, hot, and soaked. She went lower and lower, her lips stretched tight around his girth, leaving a trail of saliva on his skin. The sounds were loud: *schlurp, gluck*, and those little muffled moans every time she pushed deeper.
Nash watched her, almost unable to believe this was happening. Here was Victoria, a powerful woman, on her knees between his legs with her hair messy and her mouth full of him.
Every time she pulled back, a string of spit connected them before she dove back in. She switched between slow, deep sucks and fast movements, her tongue licking the underside and circling the head.
Nash was breathing hard. Without even realizing it, he raised his right hand. He wanted to touch her head, to feel her hair, or maybe guide her. But he paused. This was Victoria, the big boss. Even with everything, it seemed unthinkable to get that far. Everyone feared or desired her from a distance. Putting his hand on her head while she did this felt like crossing a line he shouldn’t cross.
Victoria seemed to notice he was hesitating. She looked up at him, her eyes challenging him. Without taking his cock out of her mouth, she reached up, grabbed his hand, and firmly pressed it against the back of her head.
It was like she was telling him: *Do it.*
Something inside Nash just snapped.
He dug his fingers into her blonde hair, gripping it gently at first, then harder. Victoria let out a low moan around his cock that vibrated all the way down to his balls. She let him take control.
Nash started moving his hips, pushing her head down in a steady rhythm. Every time he pushed deeper, she moaned louder, her eyes filling with tears, but she didn’t stop.
Nash was completely drown in this view.
He saw her face up close, her wet lashes, the way her cheeks looked, and her lips stretched to the limit around him. Her hair was a mess around her face. He looked into those sapphire eyes and saw lust, pride, and a hunger she wasn’t hiding anymore.
"Fuck... Victoria..." he groaned. "Look at yourself... Look at what you’re doing to me..."
He tightened his grip on her hair and guided her deeper. She let him. She even pushed herself lower until her nose was touching his belly. She gagged slightly, but she stayed there, swallowing around him, her throat squeezing his cock.
Victoria looked up at him, looking like a fallen goddess. Her lips were swollen and shiny with spit, and her eyes were practically begging him to finish inside.
Nash gripped her hair harder and sped up, his hips driving his cock deep into her hot mouth. Each thrust made a loud, wet sound, and Victoria moaned every single time, her hands gripping his thighs for support.
He felt the orgasm rushing up, and he knew there was no stopping it now.
