CHAPTER 3: PIMPA'S PARADISE

KEVAH'S POV

“Welcome to my office," Victor opens his arms, gesturing to the grandeur structure of the chamber.

There is a small bed to the side, adorned with heart-shaped pillows and soft pink silk sheets. There's a mirror above the bed.

What is this, Pimpa's Paradise?

If this is so, I guess he's the pimp, but I ain't no prostitute.

This is a one-time thing, there's no need to become emotionally attached, plus I gotta cum soon, my sisters will come searching for me in — I study the time on the clock to my left — fuck, I've already been gone 5 minutes, so I think I've got at least 15 minutes left before they come looking for me.

“Do you want a drink to help you rela —” I smash my lips against his mid-sentence.

Why do Victors have to talk so fucking much?

My abrupt action causes him to lean back against his expensive mahogany desk. He holds my head between his palms, and he deepens the kiss. My fingers struggle to undo his buttons.

“Motherfucker," I mutter between kisses.

“What's wrong?” He pulls his face away slightly. “If you're not sure, then we don't —"

“No, it's not that. Do you have another one of these shirts?"

“Yes, but why do you want to — ”

“Victor, do you ever shut up?” I ask him, then I suck on his lips again. My fingers tug on the buttons once more, looping in the spaces between the buttons and the shirt. I pull hard, ripping every single button improper. The sound of them hitting the wooden floor is music to my ears.

Victor looks at me with a startling expression. “You're a bad girl, aren't you?”

“You have no idea, ”I haul him to my body, and he helps me out of my shorts. His fingers massage my thighs all the way to my ankles.

I step out of my undergarments and I perch my ass on the desk.

Victor comes and claims my lips repeatedly.

I moan and buck off the desk.

“You're so sexy," he growls as he yanks my shirt over my head. “So fucking sexy," he sighs. This time he takes in the contour of my breasts.

He fills his palms with my beauties, and he squeezes them as he sinks his head between them, kissing my cleavage. “Oh! Yesss," I sing out, using one hand to steady myself on the desk and the other goes to play in his dirty blond locks. I give his head a little push, insinuating that mama needs to be pleasured.

He interprets my gesticulation accurately, and he slides down to his knees, arranging his head between my legs.

Victor blows on it, sending chills all over my body. My back arches when he takes my clit in his mouth.

The rational thoughts that are flowing through my brain, like, what the hell am I doing? Gets pulled from my head when Victor sucks on my opening.

My mind is furnished with horny, filthy thoughts as he devours my pussy.

Victor's slick tongue gives me many luxurious licks before my juices crash down in waves. He slurps and drinks me dry. “You taste so delicious," he laps my opening once more. This time he drives two fingers into my hole, massaging my contracting walls.

“Fuck!!! Oh God," I wail as my orgasm wrecks me.

My limbs are a shaking mess.

I almost fall to the floor, but he holds on to my waist, sustaining me in place.

He uses his other hand and in one swift movement, he sails the items off his desk, sending them scattering all over the floor.

Victor lifts me and places me in the middle of the desk.

He tugs his pants off, and he positions his penis at my entrance. “I wanted you from the moment I saw you walk into my restaurant,” he kisses my neck passionately, and I can feel the heat pooling between my legs.

“Wait! Condom."

He wavers, and then he rushes to the drawer of the desk. He rummages through it until he emerges with the lifesaver. He sets his manhood free and I stroke it while he opens the wrapper. I remove my hand, so he can slip the condom on.

I lean back on my elbows while Victor climbs on top of me. He rubs the cusp of his penis at my entrance and forces it inside. I recoil a bit.

He is heftier than my dildo.

“My — you're so tight," he fights to say, but when he is all in, he crashes his lips to mine again.

“Ahhh," I moan as he slams hard into me. My nails dig into his skin, pulling him deeper inside me.

“Hmm hmm," he sighs with each thrust he takes.

I feel every stroke and jab in my centre. My eyes roll back into my head as I ride another orgasm.

Victor moves at a maddening speed, almost like he is doing press-ups in my pussy. I hold my legs apart in the air, widening them like scissors.

“Oh, fuck, Victor, oh yes!!!” I scream.

With a mighty roar, Victor sings out his sweet release.

He collapses on top of me. We both catch our breaths, and then he shakily gets to his feet.

“That was amazing," he praises me.

I glance at the clock and realize I only have 3 minutes to get dressed and return to the twins.

“Yeah, it was great while it lasted," I shovel off the desk.

He grabs his pants. “So you don't want to date?”

“Fuck no, this was just a one-time thing. We don't need to exchange numbers or anything." I tug my blouse over my torso. I see my shorts, but I can't find my underwear.

“Victor, open up!" A female's voice says from the other side.

Oh! Shit.

I quickly slide the shorts on.

Fuck the panty, I hate drama and my right eye is twitching, which is always a sign that some fucking drama is about to go down.

“Who is that?” I mouth to Victor.

“My wife," he mouths back.

What did I tell you? DRAMA.

“You didn't inform me you're married," I whisper shout.

Fucking mistake number five.