Chapter 5 Steamy Moments

*Warning a little bit steamy***

Victor leaned against the kitchen counter, the cool glass of whiskey in his hand offering a fleeting respite from his turbulent thoughts.

As he sipped his whiskey, the argument with Racheal echoed in his mind, gnawing at him like a persistent ache. His eyes, hardened and distant, stared into the amber liquid, masking the turmoil inside, building inside of him.

It's not like he loves her but it was just a pity he felt for her. He literally threw her out of their own home that was there's once, allowing her to fall on her belly and he didn't even give a fuck if the fall made her loose the baby.

Evelyn, her mood darkened by the tension in the room, paced restlessly. Her pregnancy had only heightened her emotions, and the sight of Victor brooding only fueled her frustration. She needed to reignite the spark between them, to remind him-and herself-why they were together.

"You're lost in your thoughts again. I can see from your eyes and the expression on your face, you have something eating you up. " Evelyn's voice cut through the silence, dripping with annoyance. She planted herself in front of Victor, her hands resting on her rounded belly. "You can't keep letting her get to you."

Victor's gaze snapped to her, irritation flaring. "I'm not letting her get to me. I'm just... processing everything. It's a lot okay. Now her belly is so huge. I'm like how did that even happen."

Evelyn's eyes narrowed, her lips forming a thin line. "Processing? More like brooding. I don't want to be a second choice, Victor."

Her words struck a chord. Victor set his glass down with a sharp clink, frustration mounting. "I'm not choosing anyone over you. You're the one I'm with. But it's hard to ignore what happened."

Evelyn's anger turned to determination. She moved closer, her fingers trailing up his chest. "Maybe you just need a distraction," she murmured, her breath warm against his skin. Her eyes locked onto his, a mix of challenge and seduction flickering in their depths.

Victor's breath hitched as her touch ignited a familiar heat. He was already getting hard and pre cum was already coming out of his c**k.

She knew how to push his buttons, how to turn his anger into something more primal. Evelyn pressed her body against him, her belly brushing against his as she leaned in. Unbuttoning his shirt one by one while looking at him seductively.

"Let's stop pretending," she whispered, her voice sultry and enticing as she bit his eye lobe. "We both need this daddy" she teased with a low and seductive voice.

Victor's resistance crumbled under her touch. He couldn't take it any longer. He grabbed her by the shoulders and waist pulled her close and kissed her hungrily. His hands moved to every part of her body. He spanked her hard making her gasp in between the kisses.

Their lips met in a heated, urgent kiss. Evelyn responded eagerly, her mouth opening under his as their tongues danced together. Her hands roamed over his back, pulling him closer, feeling the intensity of his desire.

Their kisses grew more passionate, more desperate. Victor's hands slid down to her hips, gripping them tightly.

Evelyn's breath came in ragged gasps as his lips traveled from her mouth to her neck, planting hot, wet kisses along her skin. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to the pleasure.

"Victor," Evelyn gasped, her voice trembling. "Please..."

He responded with a low growl, his hands moving to her dress, pushing it up, over her head as he kissed her shoulders and collarbone. She was naked in front of him.

Evelyn's moans grew louder, her body shivering with every touch. She fumbled with his shirt, pulling it off in a frenzy, her fingers tracing the ridges of his muscles.

Their clothes fell away in a chaotic tangle as they moved towards the bedroom. Victor's hands were rough and demanding, his kisses urgent and heated.

Evelyn's body responded eagerly, her moans filling the room as Victor guided her to the edge of the bed.

He pushed her down gently but firmly, his eyes dark with desire. Evelyn's breath hitched as he hovered over her, their bodies inches apart. The anticipation was electric, a tangible tension that crackled between them.

Victor's hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve with a mix of need and longing. Evelyn's moans grew louder as he kissed his way down her body, his lips trailing a path of fire across her skin. Her hands clutched at the sheets, her body arching in response to his touch.

"Victor... oh, Victor..." Evelyn's voice was a broken, breathless plea. Her moans grew more urgent as he continued to worship her body as he slipped his cock inside her, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Victor's own breath was ragged, his control slipping as he lost himself in the heat of the moment. He slid into her with a groan, his body joining with hers in a rhythm that was both frantic and intense. Evelyn's cries of pleasure filled the room, her body moving in time with his, every thrust pushing her closer to the edge.

Victor's moans grew louder, a deep, primal sound that resonated with every movement. "Ah, Evelyn..." he gasped, his voice trembling with raw desire. Each moan was a testament to the overwhelming sensation coursing through him, his breaths coming in ragged, uneven bursts.

"God, so tight," he groaned, his voice breaking with the force of his emotions as he gripped her waist making her gasp as he thrust harder.

He could barely contain the pleasure surging through him, each sound escaping his lips as he struggled to maintain control. His hands roamed over Evelyn, gripping her tightly, his fingers pressing into her skin as if trying to hold onto the moment itself.

"Mm, don't stop. Tighten that pussy! Fuck! You're all mine! Ride daddy's cock! That's it baby! You're doing so good! he pleaded, his voice thick and strained.

"You feel so... amazing. Come on baby, ride this c**k like you fucking own it! Come on! " His words were interspersed with deep, guttural moans that echoed off the walls. The sound of his pleasure filled the room, mixing with Evelyn's breathless responses in a symphony of desire.

Victor's moans grew more desperate with each passing moment, a continuous stream of sounds that painted a vivid picture of his ecstasy. "So good," he murmured, his voice hushed but fervent.

"You're driving me wild." Every movement, every touch seemed to heighten his pleasure, his body trembling with the force of his reactions".

"You know what I want you to do for me" Victor groaned as he tried to catch his breath. Evelyn didn't mind that she was pregnant. She was willing to do anything to satisfy Victor's needs.

"Go on your knees and suck daddy's cock. I want to fill your mouth with my seeds" he muttered huskily. That was all it took for Evelyn to go down on her knees. Her belly was making her not kneel down properly because she was heavily pregnant. But what can she do? She needed to satisfy Victor. What Racheal could not do. She would do it.

She grabbed his c**k and put it straight in her mouth as she gulped and sucked it slowly using her hands to wrap it and wrap her tongues around it. She sucked until it got to the back of her throat making her gulp.

"Fuck! He groaned loud as he tightened his fist in her hair.

"Just like that, Mama," Victor groaned huskily, his voice a strained whisper full of need. The sound of his pleasure was thick in the air, a desperate mixture of gasps and moans escaping his lips.

"Oh... yes, right there... don't stop." His breaths came in ragged bursts, each moan growing louder as the intensity of the moment gripped him. His body arched with each wave of sensation, fingers clawing at the sheets in a futile attempt to hold on.

"Oh God, I'm cumming!" Victor roared, his voice a deep, throaty growl of desperation. "Faster, baby-suck me harder!" His moans were relentless, each one more guttural and urgent than the last. "Yes, just like that... oh God, don't stop..."

His body was a tangle of muscle and pleasure, quaking with every wave of sensation. "Fuck, I'm so close... yes, just like that..." His voice cracked as he neared the edge, a raw, primal edge to his moans.

With a final, hoarse cry, he erupted, his release spilling into her mouth in thick, warm waves. His moans continued, deep and unrestrained, each one a testament to the explosive pleasure that consumed him.