Victor Gideon

Most days with Victor Gideon were soft, professional. He had everything molded the way he liked.

But then there were days like this. Days where he felt insatiable. Pen chewingly anxious. He couldn't get you off his mind. His perfectly delectable nursey. You were such a guilty pleasure. A horrible addiction he just couldn't quit. He tried to focus on his work. That's what was important after all. And yet his mind constantly strays to how much he misses you on his lips.

How unfair it was that he had so much to do today. He had to put you and his desires on hold because his projects just couldn't wait. He was a business man, a doctor. It was a lifestyle, honey.

Oh but once he had you, he was vicious. All of his books and desk keepsakes had been tossed aside. Forgotten and scattered on the floor to make room for your body. Those large scarred hands had your legs split wide open. Usually he adored a bit of warm thighs around his skull. But he couldn't handle restriction. He needed to be in you. One with you.

He's never kneeled for anyone. Not until he had you. His face was buried, unshamefully pressed deep within your buzzing core. His tongue splitting you with every tunneling scoop. Savoring the salty sweet fluids upon his tongue. No amount of coffee and donuts could compare to the delicacy that his taste buds found in you.

When his tongue wasn't busy exploring your insides, it was busy hooking under the hood of your clit. Devastatingly flicking upward before he latched on. Keeping you in a constant state of teetering. Slow enough to keep you from finishing too early. But harsh enough to keep that vision swimming and those lashes damp. But even if you did finish, his methods would not ease. His hunger would only grow.

His eyes never part with those faces you make, the ones that contort through both pain and pleasure. It drove him maddeningly over the edge.

He devoured you like a man in a eating contest, who was just there for the sake of savoring every bite It felt like ages since he's came up for air, insistent on breathing you in. He knew if he couldn't smell your day, then his face wasn't deep enough.