Chapter 304: [R18]Golden Reward(4)
As the third wave of her squirt subsided, Victoria gasped for air, her chest heaving like she’d just run a marathon. But Nash wasn’t giving her a moment to recover. The second her body started to relax, he surged forward, burying his face even deeper between her trembling thighs like a man possessed. His tongue was everywhere at once, licking up every drop of her arousal, fucking into her still-sensitive hole, circling her clit with manic intensity. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room — SLURP. SCHLOP. SLURRRP. — mixing with Victoria’s ragged breathing and broken whimpers.
He groaned against her pussy, the vibration making her thighs shake violently. His hands slid under her ass, gripping the soft flesh roughly as he pulled her even closer, angling her dripping cunt directly against his greedy mouth.
"Mmmph... fuck..." he growled, the sound muffled. His tongue was no longer precise. It was hungry, desperate, wiping every inch of her with single-minded intensity. He plunged it in and out of her hole with rough, powerful strokes while his lips and teeth worked her clit without mercy.
Victoria’s entire body was shaking, her mind drifting to higher horizons.
"N-Nash... I... I can’t..." she whimpered, her voice breaking into incoherent gasps. Her hands clutched desperately at the sheets, trying to find something to hold onto.
But Nash wasn’t listening. If anything, her broken protests only made him more savage.
It was Victoria, it was that Victoria from so long ago, this Victoria who terrorized everyone in Blacklist, this Victoria who was the Boss of everything, that even powerful men couldn’t reach.
He curled his tongue inside her, pressing hard against that secret spot that made her see stars. At the same time, he spread her ass cheeks apart with both hands, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze and eager tongue.
"Shit... shit... shit..." Victoria panted, her mind too fogged to form coherent thoughts.
She could feel another orgasm building, stronger and more intense than anything before. Her pussy was clenching desperately around his invading tongue, even as her brain screamed that she couldn’t possibly handle any more.
Nash wanted to break her completely. He wanted to reduce this powerful, untouchable woman to nothing but a mindless, shaking mess. Without warning, he slammed two thick fingers deep inside her soaked pussy, pumping them in and out in tandem with his tongue while his thumb rubbed her swollen clit in tight, relentless circles.
And cherish on the cake, Nash’s passives multiplying each sensation.
Victoria, despite all her feats and achievement in life, stood absolutely no chance here.
Her back arched completely off the bed as the most powerful orgasm of her life crashed through her.
"AAAHHHHH! NASH! FUCK! OH FUCK!"
She screamed, her voice echoing off the bedroom walls. Her pussy clenched and spasmed violently around his tongue and fingers, gushing a torrent of hot liquid that soaked his face, his chin, and the sheets beneath her. Spurt after powerful spurt erupted from her, drenching him completely. It was like a dam had burst.
But Nash didn’t stop.
Even as she came, he continued to work her with ruthless efficiency, his tongue fucking in and out, his fingers pumping steadily, his thumb rubbing her clit without mercy. He wanted to milk every last drop from her body, to turn her into a fucking mess.
Victoria’s eyes went white. Her mind went completely blank. She could only sob and tremble as wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure tore through her.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the orgasm began to subside. Victoria collapsed onto the bed, her body completely spent, her mind blank. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, her lungs burning.
To think that it was her first experience...
Nash slowly withdrew his tongue and fingers from her thoroughly used pussy. He crawled up her body, lying beside her on the bed, his cock still rock-hard and throbbing against her thigh.
He watched her chest rise and fall, her blonde hair splayed across the pillow in disheveled waves. Her skin was flushed and glistening with sweat. Her sapphire eyes were glassy and unfocused.
She looked completely destroyed... and utterly beautiful.
Nash leaned down and smashed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply. He let her taste her own juices on his tongue, and it was fucking hot.
The kiss started out slow and lazy, like they had all the time in the world, just exploring each other’s mouths. Victoria didn’t really do anything at first. She just stayed there under him, her whole body still shaking because he had left her completely wrecked.
Her lips were soft and a little swollen, and she just let him take charge, her breath coming out in shaky little puffs against his skin.
But as they kept kissing, something inside her clicked.
A spark just lit up.
The woman who had been screaming and squirting all over the place was stepping down, and Victoria Graves was coming back to take control.
At first, it was just small things. Her hands, which had been lying limp on the sheets, started to move. She slid them up Nash’s chest, feeling how hard and muscular he was under her palms.
Her fingers traced his collarbones, and then she dug her nails into his broad shoulders, starting to kiss him back with way more energy.
Her tongue met his, tasting her own wetness on him, cleaning his lips, teasing him and challenging him to keep up. She sucked on his bottom lip, gave it a little playful bite, and then licked it smooth with a slow, wet stroke of her tongue.
The kiss got deeper and hungrier. Victoria’s hands started wandering over his back, her nails scratching his skin lightly, pulling him closer like she wanted to merge her whole body with his.
Nash let out a low groan into her mouth. His cock was twitching hard against her hip, and hearing him like that only made her more excited.
With a sudden burst of strength, she pushed against his chest and rolled them over in one smooth move until she was sitting right on top of him, straddling him.
She broke the kiss for a second, breathing hard, and looked down at him with those bright blue eyes. They were still hazy from all the pleasure, but now they were burning with a fierce, dominant fire.
Nash looked up at her, his hands instinctively grabbing her hips, feeling her smooth, warm skin. He could feel the heat of her soaked pussy pressing right against his hard cock, her wetness already coating him.
"Well, well... looks like someone is feeling better," he whispered.
He used his thumbs to trace small circles on her hips, feeling her body tremble with those last little aftershocks of her orgasm.
Victoria didn’t say anything back.
Instead, she leaned forward, her big breasts pressing heavily against his chest as she captured his lips in a searing, possessive kiss. This time, she wasn’t playing around. She was claiming him. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, aggressive and demanding, tasting herself on him and clearly loving it.
She kissed him like she wanted to eat him alive, like she was taking back every single bit of control he had stolen from her a few minutes ago.
Her hands slid up his arms, and she intertwined her fingers with his, pinning his hands above his head for a moment. Then, she ground her hips down hard against his cock. The wet heat of her pussy slid all along his length, coating him completely in her juices. Nash groaned loudly into her mouth, his hips bucking up instinctively to meet her.
Victoria smiled against his lips. She felt like she had won.
When she finally stopped kissing him, she started trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along his jawline and down his neck, sucking and biting at his skin. Her breath was hot and ragged, and her breasts dragged across his chest with every move she made.
"You filthy little rat," she whispered into his ear. "Making me scream... making me squirt all over your face like a desperate little slut..."
She rolled her hips again, dragging her dripping pussy along the entire length of his cock. She let the head of his dick catch against her entrance for a teasing second before she slid back up.
"Now it is my turn to remind you exactly who you are dealing with."
She sat up straight, her hands resting firmly on his broad chest, looking down at him like a queen reclaiming her throne. Her long blonde hair fell around her shoulders, and her breasts were full and heavy, with her nipples hard pointing at him.
"And this time," she said sweetly, while rocking her hips in a slow, torturous circle, "I am going to make you bark, like my little bitch."
