Chapter 77 Sam's Secret
Chapter 77 Sam's Secret
Inside the Mercedes G-Class that night, things were getting wild.
Victoria's gasps were barely audible, but they made Sam blush and his heart race.
He tried to shut his eyes, but the images in his mind wouldn't stop - Victoria's body moving under Nathaniel, her breasts in his hands.
"Damn," Sam muttered quietly.
He backed up the car a bit, trying to create some space.
But the car shook more, and his hand went to his pants, undoing his belt to free his stiff penis.
He covered it with his hand, moving awkwardly.
In his thoughts, he fixated on Victoria's eyes and lips.
Realizing his thoughts, Sam felt ashamed but couldn't resist.
"Miss Chase..." Sam leaned over the wheel, calling out uncontrollably, "Ah... Miss Chase."
His hand moved faster, his face red with embarrassment.
Finally, he groaned in shame.
Feeling awful for fantasizing about Nathaniel's woman, he panted, blaming himself.
Not far away, inside the Mercedes G-Class.
Nathaniel's heavy breathing showed he was close, so he pulled away from Victoria.
"Enough, come here," he said, making room for her to straddle him.
Victoria, finally able to breathe, followed his lead, sitting on his lap.
"Mr. Cross..." she gasped, hands on his shoulders.
Nathaniel stayed quiet, his hands on her hips, moving forcefully.
His hot penis slid into her wet vagina.
"Ah!" Victoria moaned softly, her eyes seductive and half-closed.
"I'm a bit tired, you take over," Nathaniel said lazily.
"Mmm... sure."
Victoria lowered her eyelids and started moving. Being on top allowed her to set the pace, her waist twisting smoothly, each motion precise and strong.
Her flawless curves, slim waist, and full buttocks smacked against Nathaniel's thighs with each thrust, creating a suggestive sound.
"Mr. Cross... you're so hard..." Victoria breathed, her voice sultry, hands on his chest, fingers digging into his muscles.
She swiveled her hips, her tight grip around him pushing him deep, creating intense friction.
Nathaniel chuckled huskily, "Faster, baby. Don't make me wait."
His hand moved up, grabbing her full breasts, teasing her nipples until they hardened.
"Mmm... be gentle."
Victoria cooed softly, but her body quickened, her hips moving up and down, enveloping him.
Her hair was a mess, falling over her shoulders, her flushed face enticing, sweat running down her neck and onto Nathaniel's chest.
The car shook violently, filled with Nathaniel's heavy breaths and her soft moans.
Sam, not far off, listened with a pounding heart.
He swallowed hard, trying not to listen, but the image of Victoria and Nathaniel kept creeping into his mind.
"Think Sam can hear us?" Nathaniel teased.
Victoria felt nervous. When she sat up too fast, Nathaniel slipped out.
"Mr. Cross, don't say that!"
She tried to sit back down, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get him back in, failing several times.
Victoria's body was already on edge, and Nathaniel, noticing her frustration, playfully teased her with the head of his penis at her entrance.
The slow, tantalizing tease sent shivers down her spine.
"Mr. Cross... please... come inside!" Her voice quivered, a hint of desperation, as she wrapped her legs around him, hips arching to take him deeper.
Nathaniel let out a low, husky chuckle. His large hand grasped one of her breasts, his thumb pressing and rubbing the nipple maliciously.
"Beg me? Show some sincerity."
Getting his hint, Victoria leaned in, her lips meeting his, her tongue exploring his mouth.
Awkwardly imitating his earlier actions, she kissed and sucked.
As she intensified her hip movements, her wetness rubbed against his hardness.
Nathaniel let out a satisfied grunt, ending the teasing.
He gripped her waist, aimed, and thrust forcefully!
"Ah!"
This time, it went deeper than ever.
The tip of his penis seemed to hit a sensitive spot, sending tingles through her body.
Victoria felt weak, almost collapsing.
But Nathaniel didn't pause. He held her waist firmly and continued with vigor.
The narrow seat couldn't contain their movements, shaking violently with each thrust.
Her hair was a mess, a few strands sticking to her flushed cheeks, her eyes hazy.
Her breasts swayed with his rhythm, creating alluring curves.
"Mr. Cross... slower... please..." she begged between gasps.
"Weren't you just asking for more?" Nathaniel teased, increasing his pace.
The car heated up, misting the windows and hiding the scene inside.
Victoria's senses dulled as she clung to the man beneath her, swept away by the desire he ignited.
After an unknown stretch of time, Nathaniel abruptly halted.
He lifted her off him, roughly swung open the car door, and directed her to the back seat.
"Time for a change of scenery," he declared, his voice brimming with excitement.
The back seat offered more room. Before Victoria could react, he pushed her onto the leather seat and hoisted her legs onto his shoulders.
It was a humiliating position, leaving her most intimate parts exposed before him.
"No... please don't..." Victoria blushed, attempting to close her legs, but he held them firmly in place.
Nathaniel admired the view - her swollen entrance dripping with desire.
Without hesitation, he gripped his own throbbing member and thrust into her forcefully!
"Ah!" Victoria cried out in pain, the depth of penetration in this position overwhelming.
Her body felt like it was being torn apart, a deep ache spreading from her lower abdomen.
But Nathaniel seemed to revel in this new angle, reaching her deepest depths with ease.
With hands on the seat for support, his hips moved relentlessly, each thrust accompanied by a lewd sound.
Victoria weakly clutched the seat, leaving white marks on the expensive leather.
She felt like a tiny boat in a stormy sea, on the brink of being engulfed by towering waves.
"Mr. Cross... I can't... I really can't."
"Almost there."
Nathaniel's voice was strained with exertion. Leaning down, his hot lips and tongue explored her chest, leaving ambiguous red marks.
He shifted her to kneel on all fours, entering her from behind once more.
Her raised buttocks swayed with his movements in a mesmerizing rhythm.