His hands gripped her hair, tugging gently at first, then harder as his control wavered. He could feel the pulse of her mouth around him, the warm, wet friction, and it made him see red, made him ache with want for someone else entirely.
He imagined Vee gagging, her throat working around him, her soft hands clutching at his thighs, eyes rolling back, body trembling, desperate and obedient all at once. He imagined whispering to her, commanding her to take more, to love it, to show him she wanted it, making her simultaneously melt and obey, sweet and filthy in every syllable he spat into her ear in his mind.
His hips jerked again, a sudden spike of heat making him see stars, hear the fantasy of her moaning in perfect sync with the woman kneeling before him. Every nerve, every tendon, every pulse in his body burned with the knowledge that nothing and no one could ever make him feel this alive. Vee, Vee, Vee, Vee, Vee, Vee…
