Chapter 45: Not Worthy
Victoria crawled up his thighs with slow, deliberate grace, her eyes locked on Zayn’s.
He still sat on the edge, his cock thick and twitching, still aching from the rough foreplay she had begged for. A thin line of blood traced down her thigh from where his fingers had torn her.
She knelt before him.
No words.
Just the drag of her hands along his thighs. The slow stroke of her tongue up the side of his shaft.
Zayn let out a low grunt, his muscles tightening as Victoria took his cock into her mouth, inch by inch.
Her tongue moved slowly at first, curling around the thick length of him, tracing his length with practiced ease, as she had done it countless times before.
She moaned softly, sending vibrations up his shaft. Her lips closed tightly around him, forming a warm, wet seal that made his breath come out ragged and rough.
She sucked gently, teasing the tip, pulling back just to swirl her tongue before taking him in again. Every move made to tempt him, tease him, seduce him.
But he didn’t want to be slow.
He didn’t want it sweet.
His fingers tangled roughly in her hair, gripping hard at the roots. He yanked her head forward, forcing his cock deeper into her throat.