Chapter 88 Imagining the Person on Him is Victoria
Chapter 88 Imagining the Person on Him is Victoria
Adrian fantasized about making love to Victoria.
In his mind, Victoria was straddling him.
Her pretty face had a touch of stubbornness, her dark brown hair falling around her slender neck and shoulders.
She had a fit and strong body, with a slim waist, a perky backside, and firm, round breasts topped with cherry-pink nipples.
Adrian pictured his hand moving up from her waist to grab her breasts firmly.
Victoria's body shivered slightly, biting her lip, her eyes blazing with determination.
"Adrian, you're such a jerk," she muttered quietly, her voice shaking.
He rolled on top of her, holding her down and spreading her legs.
Victoria tried to close them, but Adrian kept her knees in place.
"Don't move," Adrian's fingers slipped inside her, teasing gently, causing her to gasp.
"Soaking wet and still talking back? Your body tells the truth, Victoria, not your mouth."
Adrian leaned down, unable to resist kissing her chest.
He lightly nibbled on her nipples, swirling his tongue around them.
Victoria arched her back, grabbing his hair.
"Ah... Adrian, take it easy... you jerk!" Her voice carried a hint of defiance.
He smacked her buttocks hard, leaving red marks and a loud "smack."
"Moan for me, Victoria, let me hear how much you want this."
Victoria resisted, but her body's reactions gave her away.
Her body responded, and Adrian's entrance was met with her wetness, fully penetrating her.
"Mmm..." she moaned softly, gripping the sheets tightly.
Adrian started moving, each thrust hitting her just right.
Her breasts moved with each motion, and he reached out to squeeze them, rolling her nipples with his thumb.
"Feels amazing, Victoria, be honest," he teased, his voice deep and alluring.
"Shut it... ah... don't you dare stop..." Victoria's words were interspersed with heavy breaths, even lifting her hips to meet his movements.
Adrian's sweat dripped onto her toned stomach.
He quickened his pace, moving his hands from her waist to her hips, delivering firm slaps. "So tight, Victoria, you're driving me wild... I'm so close!"
As his fantasy climax neared, Adrian's body tensed, his manhood swelling inside Victoria, on the brink of release.
But just then, the real masseuse couldn't hold back. "Sir, feels so good, I'm about to..."
Her voice was brash and crude, and Adrian snapped his eyes open to see the masseuse's face.
Adrian's fantasy crumbled instantly, his urge to climax abruptly halted.
His member remained inside the masseuse, but it went flaccid, desire dissipating.
"Smack!"
Adrian's hand shot out, striking the masseuse hard, her cheek swelling instantly.
"I told you to be quiet!"
The masseuse was shocked, covering her face, eyes filled with hurt and fear.
She thought she was doing a good job, so why was she being hit?
Assuming the customer disliked noise during the massage, she bit her lip, refraining from making a sound.
She stayed in position, but her movements ceased, wary of provoking this attractive yet irritable man.
In her thoughts, the masseuse wondered, 'This customer is so good-looking, why is he acting so oddly?'
He was clearly so into it just now, but now he's lost interest. Could he be unwell?
Adrian panted heavily as he pushed the masseuse away, rising and flipping her over.
She landed on the massage table, and he roughly gripped her waist, pulling her into a kneeling position.
Her buttocks arched high, full and swaying, with a hint of moisture at her entrance.
Adrian knelt behind her, his manhood hard once more, sliding in completely.
"Mmm..." the masseuse bit her lip to muffle her sounds, but a soft moan escaped involuntarily.
Adrian thrust vigorously, each deep movement producing a loud sound.
His hand smacked her buttocks firmly, leaving red imprints. "Stay quiet, just like this."
He chose this angle to avoid seeing the masseuse's face, making it easier to envision her as Victoria.
In his thoughts, Victoria knelt before him, her peach-like curves lifted, her warmth enveloping him...
Meanwhile, Victoria lay face down on the massage table, initially unaware of what was happening.
However, the sharp sound of a slap made her tense, prompting her to sneak a glance at Adrian's side.
What she witnessed left her stunned.
Adrian rose, flipped the masseuse over, positioning her on her knees, and entered her from behind.
His back was to Victoria, sweat glistening on his broad back, muscles flexing with each thrust.
His shoulders were tense, muscles rippling as he moved, akin to a graceful yet powerful predator.
His tall, well-built frame, his handsome features faintly visible, sweat trickling down his neck, exuding a hint of untamed allure.
Typically, such a sight would make Victoria turn away immediately.
Yet, inexplicably, she remained transfixed, observing Adrian's intimacy with another.
She watched his sizable member gliding in and out of the masseuse's slick core, each retreat glistening.
His heavy sac swayed with his motions.
Adrian's forceful movements, his occasional spanks on the masseuse's behind, left them flushed and quivering.
The masseuse knelt, her breasts hanging down, swaying in rhythm with each thrust.
Victoria's cheeks burned, her pulse quickening.
Her core grew wetter, an unbearable ache building, as she uncontrollably fantasized about the pleasure of Adrian filling her completely, each deep thrust igniting moans she couldn't hold back.
In her mind, Adrian held her from behind, teasing her breasts, nibbling her ear, murmuring, "Victoria, does that feel good? Let me hear you."
"Victoria, am I better, or is Uncle Nathaniel better?"
Her body tensed, more wetness flowing down her thighs. She hurriedly squeezed her legs, trying to suppress this overwhelming urge.
Unaware of Victoria's gaze, Adrian focused on his actions, striving for release.
The masseuse endured silently, despite the growing discomfort in her core.
Adrian quickened his pace, emitting a low growl, sweat cascading down his back, muscles strained to the limit.
However, just as he neared climax, thrusting vigorously, he felt nothing, unable to reach release.
His throbbing manhood ached, desire unfulfilled, trapped on the brink of release.
Frustration surged through him, prompting Adrian to abruptly withdraw, breathless as he halted.
"Crap!" he muttered, pushing the masseuse away and reaching for his robe.
Finally, the masseuse ventured softly, "Sir, are you feeling unwell? Would you like to try a different position?"
Adrian sneered, "No need, just go!"
Turning around, he glanced toward Victoria's table.
Caught in the act, Victoria swiftly buried her face in the massage table, but it was too late.
Adrian realized that she had been watching him make love.