Chapter 3 Risky Cravings

Sophia moaned deeply as she sank down onto Victor’s thick cock again, her hands planted on his muscular chest for balance. Her hips rolled in slow, filthy circles, grinding her swollen clit against his pelvis with every movement. The mixture of their earlier orgasms made wet, obscene sounds every time she lifted and dropped her ass.

“Fuck, Daddy… you’re still so hard,” she whispered, her voice husky. Her full tits bounced heavily as she rode him, nipples stiff and begging for attention.

Victor gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. “That’s because this pussy is addictive,” he growled. “Keep riding me just like that, baby. Milk Daddy’s cock.”

She leaned forward, her long hair falling around them like a curtain as she kissed him sloppily. Their tongues tangled while she bounced faster, her ass cheeks slapping against his thighs. The hotel bed creaked rhythmically beneath them. Sophia was completely lost in the pleasure when her phone started vibrating on the bedside table.

She glanced at it and froze for a second. “It’s Lila,” she breathed, still impaled on Victor’s dick.

Victor’s eyes darkened. Instead of stopping, he thrust up into her hard, making her gasp. “Answer it,” he said, a wicked edge in his voice. “Let her hear how good you’re doing without her.”

Sophia’s heart raced with a dangerous thrill. Part of her wanted to ignore it, but the anger was still fresh. She reached for the phone, swiped to answer, and put it on speaker. She kept riding Victor slowly, biting her lip to stay quiet.

“Hey… Sophia?” Lila’s voice came through, sounding small and shaky. “Please don’t hang up. I’ve been calling you all morning. I’m so sorry. What you saw… it was a mistake. I never meant to hurt you.”

Sophia’s pussy clenched hard around Victor’s cock at the sound of her ex-best friend’s voice. Victor grinned and started thrusting up harder, forcing her to cover her mouth with one hand.

“I don’t want to talk right now, Lila,” Sophia managed, her voice breathy. Victor’s thick shaft dragged against her G-spot with every upward stroke.

“You sound weird. Are you okay?” Lila asked, worry creeping in. “I went to your apartment but you weren’t there. Marcus feels like shit too. We both do. Can we meet and talk? Please?”

Victor suddenly sat up, wrapping one strong arm around Sophia’s waist while he fucked her from below. He latched his mouth onto one of her nipples, sucking hard. Sophia couldn’t hold back a soft whimper.

“I’m… fine,” she lied, her free hand gripping Victor’s shoulder. “I just need space. Don’t look for me.”

“But I’m worried about you,” Lila continued. “You’ve been my best friend forever. This was stupid. I was drunk and…”

Victor reached between them and rubbed Sophia’s clit in fast, firm circles. Sophia’s eyes rolled back. She muted the phone for a second and moaned loudly. “Oh my god, Daddy… I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”

“Unmute it,” he whispered against her tit. “Let her talk while I wreck this pussy.”

Sophia unmuted. “Lila, I can’t do this right now,” she said, struggling to keep her voice steady as Victor pounded into her. The wet slapping sounds were getting louder. “I saw you taking his cock like a desperate slut. Moaning how I could never handle him.”

Lila gasped on the other end. “Sophia, please…”

But Sophia couldn’t focus anymore. Her orgasm crashed over her suddenly. She pressed the phone against her chest to muffle her cries as her pussy spasmed violently around Victor’s cock, squirting a little onto his stomach. Victor kept thrusting through it, his own breathing ragged.

When she finally brought the phone back to her ear, Lila was still talking. “Where are you? I can come pick you up. We can fix this.”

“I’m safe,” Sophia panted. “Don’t worry about me.” She hung up abruptly and tossed the phone aside.

Victor flipped them over instantly, pinning her beneath his powerful body. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and drove into her with deep, punishing strokes. The new angle made his cock hit even deeper.

“That’s my nasty girl,” he groaned, sweat dripping down his chest. “Getting fucked by me while your backstabbing best friend begs for forgiveness. Does it turn you on?”

“Yes!” Sophia cried out, her nails raking down his back. “It makes me so fucking wet. Harder, Daddy. Punish my pussy for what she did.”

Victor fucked her like an animal, fast, rough, and unrelenting. The headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust. Sophia’s tits bounced wildly. She came again, screaming his name without caring if the neighboring rooms could hear.

They didn’t stop there. After he filled her with another load, they moved to the couch in the living area. Victor bent her over the armrest and took her from behind, spanking her ass red while calling her his personal slut. Then he made her kneel and suck his cock clean, tasting their mixed juices while he praised her.

“You look so pretty with my dick down your throat,” he said, holding her hair. “Suck it deeper, baby. Show Daddy how grateful you are.”

By early afternoon, they were both exhausted but still hungry for each other. They finally showered together again, but even there Victor couldn’t keep his hands off her. He pressed her against the tiled wall and fucked her slowly under the hot water, whispering filthy things in her ear.

Just as they were drying off, Sophia’s phone rang again. This time it was Marcus. She showed the screen to Victor.

“Answer it,” Victor said, his jaw tight with possessive anger. “On speaker.”

Sophia answered, still wrapped in nothing but a towel. Victor stood behind her, hands roaming over her body.

“Sophia, baby, please talk to me,” Marcus pleaded the moment she picked up. “What you saw was a one-time thing. I love you. Lila means nothing.”

Victor’s hand slipped between Sophia’s legs from behind, fingering her cum-filled pussy. She had to bite her lip hard.

“You love me?” she asked, voice shaky. “You told her my pussy wasn’t greedy enough. You fucked my best friend behind my back for weeks.”

Victor pushed two fingers deeper, curling them perfectly. Sophia’s knees almost buckled.

“I was stupid,” Marcus continued. “Let me make it up to you. Where are you? I’ll come right now.”

Victor leaned in and whispered hotly in her ear, “Tell him you’re busy getting fucked better than he ever could.”

Sophia moaned softly before catching herself. “I’m not home. And I don’t want to see you. Not today.”

Victor dropped to his knees behind her, spread her ass cheeks, and started licking her pussy and asshole from behind while she was on the phone. The sensation made her voice crack.

“Sophia? Are you okay?” Marcus asked.

“I’m… fine,” she gasped. Victor’s tongue pushed inside her, lapping up the cum still leaking from her hole. “Just leave me alone for now.”

She hung up quickly and turned around, pulling Victor up for a messy kiss. “I need you again,” she begged. “Fuck me like you own me.”

They barely made it back to the bed. This round was the roughest yet. Victor fucked her missionary, holding her throat lightly while pounding her into the mattress. He talked dirty the entire time, telling her how much tighter she was than Lila’s mom, how he was going to keep filling her up until she couldn’t walk straight.

Sophia came three more times before he finally emptied himself inside her again.

They lay tangled in the sheets afterward, breathing hard. The reality of the risk started settling in. Sophia checked her phone. They were twelve missed calls from Lila and five from Marcus. A text from Lila popped up: “I’m driving around looking for your car. Please tell me where you are. I love you.”

“She’s actually out searching,” Sophia said, showing Victor the message. A twisted mix of guilt and excitement twisted in her stomach.

Victor pulled her closer, his hand resting possessively on her ass. “Good. Let her search. While she’s running around like a guilty mess, you’re here getting your pussy ruined by me.” He kissed her deeply. “But we should probably leave soon. Can’t stay in this room forever.”

They got dressed slowly, stealing touches and kisses the whole time. Sophia’s legs were shaky as she slipped back into her black dress. Victor’s hand kept sliding up her thighs, teasing her.

Before they checked out, Victor pushed her against the door for one last quickie. He lifted her dress, pulled her panties aside, and fucked her standing up. Sophia buried her face in his neck to muffle her moans as another orgasm ripped through her.

They finally left the hotel around 3 PM, the suite smelling heavily of sex. In the parking lot, Victor pulled her in for a long kiss before they went their separate ways.

“Text me when you get home,” he said, his voice low. “This isn’t over. I need more of you, Sophia. Soon.”

She nodded, her body still buzzing. As she drove away, her phone lit up again with Lila’s name. Sophia smiled to herself, feeling a dark thrill. The betrayal still hurt, but Victor’s touch was quickly becoming her new addiction.