Page 139 of Vega

I studied his face in the shifting light from the TV. This man had stolen me, protected me, frustrated me, cared for me, and made me feel wanted in a way that scared me because I believed in these feelings between us.

“I don’t want casual either,” I admitted. “I don’t even know how to do casual. I remember small details. I get attached to routines. I read meaning into everything, even when I try not to. So no, Vega. I don’t want casual.”

His hand slid to the back of my neck. “What do you want?”

I touched the tattoo near his jaw with my fingertips. “I want to know you’re still going to be here when this gets ugly, when I get depressed because I miss the parents I never knew, when my trauma starts to haunt me.”

His gaze held mine without blinking. “I’m not going anywhere.” Vega pulled me closer until my forehead touched his. “You ain’t got to be scared that I’m leaving because you let me have you, and I’ll never take that for granted.”

Those words fixed the wounds on my heart that expected everyone to leave me. I looked up at Vega, my glasses sliding a bit down my nose, and I didn't give him a chance to say a word. I leaned in and crashed my lips against his, tasting him. I climbed over him, my thick thighs gripping his hips as I settled my weight on his lap. My long, wavy bundles spilled forward, brushing against his skin as I moved my mouth down to his neck.

I trailed kisses over the ink on his skin. My lips grazed the tattoos that wrapped around his powerful frame. I felt him shudder under me. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer. I shifted and my breasts rubbed against him through the thin fabric of my bra, as I pressed my deep brown skin against his.

I moved lower, my hair falling in a dark curtain over his torso as I kissed my way down. I reached for the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down, freeing his dick. It jumped out, thick and pulsing. I wrapped my fingers around the base, and looked up at him with a sultry gaze before I opened my mouth.

I slid the head of his dick past my lips, swirling my tongue around the rim before sucking him in deep. I used my hand to stroke the shaft while my mouth worked the top, creating a tight vacuum that had him groaning my name. I focused on the sensitive ridge, flicking my tongue fast and hard, then sliding all the way down until I hit the back of my throat.

Vega's hips started to jerk, and his fingers dug into my thighs as I increased the pace. I sucked him harder, making loud, wet sounds that filled the room. I could feel him twitching in my mouth, and I could hear his breath coming in ragged gasps. I used my tongue to tease the underside of his shaft while I kept the suction intense, determined to drain every drop out of him.

I didn't slow down, keeping my mouth locked tight around him, sucking the head of his dick with a wet, slurping sound. Vega's head hit the pillow, his eyes fluttering shut until he suddenly looked down at me.

"Gawd damn, you look so good sucking my dick with those fucking glasses on," he groaned.

Hearing that gave me confidence. I wanted to be the nastiest bitch he'd ever experienced. I gripped his shaft harder, sliding my hand all the way to the base and using my mouth to create a vacuum that nearly choked him. I started swirling my tongue aggressively around the rim, licking every bit of pre-cum before plunging him in deep, taking him as far back as my throat would allow. I made sure to make it loud, letting the wet, sloppy sounds fill the room while I looked up at him through my lenses, watching his face contort.

Vega started to whimper. He sounded almost like he was in pain. So, I paused, sliding his dick out of my mouth with a loud pop. A string of thick saliva stretched from his head to my lips.

"What's wrong?" I asked, taking in large gulps of air to catch my breath.

He panted, his chest heaving as he stared at me. "I'm trying not to think about why you’re so good at this," he admitted.

I smirked at him, trying not to laugh.

"But I can't even focus on that." He sexily bit his bottom lip as his eyes scanned my face. "Because you look so good with all that spit around your mouth, looking up at me with those glasses on."

Before I could even respond, he grabbed the back of my head and pushed his dick back into my mouth. I took him greedily, sucking him with everything I had. I used my tongue to tease the underside of the shaft, flicking the small tissue where the foreskin meets the head. Then I sucked the head with a rhythmic, intense pressure. I could feel him pulsing, his muscles locking up as he reached the edge. He was shaking, and his breath was coming in short, ragged bursts. He was just seconds from cumming.

Right as he started to tense up for the climax, I pulled away abruptly. I sat back on my thick thighs, leaving him throbbing and leaking. I looked down at his hard dick and then back up at his desperate eyes.

"I want to ride you," I told him, my voice dripping with desire.

Vega looked at me, his eyebrows furrowed in a question. He knew I wasn't a pro, that this was only my third time having intercourse. I felt a little embarrassment rise in my cheeks, and I looked down at him, feeling sheepish.

"I want you to tell me what to do," I whispered.

I'd spent plenty of time alone in my room, masturbating while watching porn, studying how those women moved their hips. I figured I could mimic that, but I knew he would lead me as well.

I shifted my weight, planting my feet on my tiptoes on either side of his hips. I hovered over him for a second, my wet pussy leaking all over my panties before I hooked my thumbs into the lace and slid them down my thick thighs. I tossed them aside and positioned my opening right over the head of his pulsing dick.

I slowly lowered myself, sliding down his length. I gasped as he stretched me open, my pussy gripping him hard as I tried to take all of him inside. I pushed down until my pelvis slammed against his, burying him deep in my gut.

Vega groaned as his large hands gripped my waist, digging into my skin. He looked up at me with this look of pure gratitude, like he was so thankful to be getting this pussy.

"You feel so fucking good, Sonnet," he rasped. "Now listen. I want you to lean back. Put your hands on your knees and arch your back."

I did exactly what he said, leaning back so my long hair spilled over his legs. I felt exposed, my breasts swaying as I shifted.

"Now, don't just go up and down. I want you to grind. Circle your hips around my dick. Rub your clit right against the base of me."