Chapter 6

Chloe’s POV

Fourth morning of the trip. I opened my eyes and found Victor wrapped tightly around me from behind.

His cock was only half-hard, but it was still buried inside me. My whole body went rigid.

I tried to edge forward; his arm locked around my waist at once.

“Keep it in. Don’t you dare let any of it leak.”

I lay stiff between him and Sophie, thighs pressed together, carefully clenching around the soft length still inside me so nothing would slip out.

Sophie slept only an arm’s length away, breathing even.

My heart hammered so hard I thought it might crack my ribs—terrified she would wake, yet unable to ignore the constant awareness of him filling me.

Every breath made that thick presence shift, and my belly tightened with each tiny movement.

Daytime became a slow, drawn-out punishment.

We prepped lunch and cleaned the campsite together.

Victor kept finding ways to get close while Sophie’s back was turned.

Once, while handing me something, his fingers slipped under the edge of my shorts and pressed hard against my still-swollen clit.

Another time he walked past from behind, palm flat on my lower back, and deliberately shoved the hard line of his cock against me through our clothes.

Every time he left the second my breathing broke, leaving only a deeper emptiness and fresh wetness.

I was forced to walk around in the same panties he had filled the night before.

The fabric stuck to my skin, and with every step I felt the slow seep of what he’d left inside me.

Shame kept my head down, but my body stayed shameless—my entrance kept twitching, as if it already missed being stretched full.

By midday the sun was brutal.

Sophie said she felt dizzy and wanted to rest inside for a while, leaving the two of us outside.

The moment the cabin door closed behind her, the place went quiet.

I sat alone under the shade of a tree, finally able to breathe. At least with Sophie gone I didn’t have to stay locked tight every second.

I barely had time to relax before footsteps sounded behind me.

Victor walked over.

His eyes already held a faint gold. He’d been waiting for this.

“Come here.”

He pushed me down onto the same hot rock from yesterday and spread my legs open.

No warm-up. He drove every inch of his cock into me in one thrust.

A choked sound tore out of my throat; my hands locked on his arms.

He fucked me deep and slow while his voice stayed low against my ear.

“Still going to pretend you were asleep that first night?”

I shook my head. He wasn’t satisfied. He slowed even more, grinding against the deepest point inside me.

“Say it. You were awake the whole time. You listened to me fuck her until she came, and you fingered yourself until you soaked the sheets.”

“…Yes.” The admission cracked out of me, barely audible. “I was awake… I touched myself…”

He rewarded me by slamming harder, every stroke deep and heavy.

I kept sliding up the rock; all I could do was cling to his shoulders. Pleasure hit too fast. Soft, broken sounds started slipping out.

“Victor… too deep… it feels so good…”

“This greedy little cunt already wants me to fuck it loose, doesn’t it?” He was breathing hard, deliberately grinding over the most sensitive spot.

“Yes… want you to fuck me until I can’t close my legs…” I bit the words out and still lifted my hips to meet every thrust.

He gave a low laugh and started truly pounding into me. The wet slap of skin and the filthy sound of my own slick filled the open lakeside.

My eyes burned; sweet, helpless moans kept escaping no matter how hard I tried to swallow them. My nails dug into his back.

Right as the second orgasm started to crest, he pulled all the way out.

The thick head dragged hard over my swollen clit, rubbing back and forth, refusing to push back in.

“Beg me to fuck you open.”

I twisted under him, entrance clenching on empty air, the ache sharp and humiliating.

Finally I sobbed and grabbed his arms.

“Please… put it back in… please fuck me open—”

Only then did he slam every inch home and let me come.

My core convulsed hard. I sank my teeth into his shoulder to kill the sound.

Afterward I could barely hold myself up against the rock.

He stayed buried inside me, giving a few shallow thrusts that dragged another small wave out of me.

“Keep it in, good girl.” He pulled out slowly, voice low. “We’re not finished when we get back.”

When we returned to the cabin Sophie was already inside.

Victor reached out in full view of her and casually brushed the mark on the back of my neck, smiling.

“Sun’s too strong today. Your face is all red.”

I stood frozen, heart slamming. Sophie looked at me for a second.

Something uncertain flickered in her eyes, but she didn’t ask.

I dropped my gaze and couldn’t meet hers.

The feeling of him still lingered deep inside me, and my panties were soaked through all over again.