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“I want you so much, Vincent,” she said, hoping he’d fill in the blanks and pick on her apprehension.
“Me too, darlin’. So much it scares me.” He kneeled before her, dragged her panties down, his gaze lasered on her pussy. He curved his hand under a knee and swung it over his shoulder. She quivered, but he offered her support by bringing her cunt to his mouth. Soon, he explored her slick folds, his tongue lapping at her most intimate flesh. Moans escaped her parted lips.
He put his hands on her ass, kneading her buttocks as he devoured her hot sex. Soon, she shook, pleasure drilling her from top to bottom. A swirl of colors and sensations claimed her, and she mentally thanked him for holding her otherwise she’d have collapsed. Even though she stood upright while he kneeled, he had the upper hand.
She bucked into his mouth, creaming on his face, and he took all of her, hungry for her achy cunt. A few seconds after the convulsions seized, her breath barely coming back to normal, he stood up and slung her over his shoulder, carrying her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, knowing full well what he did, but afraid he’d just take her to her bedroom, and her bed, then say goodnight.
She’d never been carried this way. While he walked with powerful strides, he stroked her ass, his touch searing her flesh and reigniting desire in her lady parts. A primitive need to be fucked by this insanely sexy man clogged her throat, as vital as breathing. She’d never experienced anything remotely similar.
Relief spread through her when he turned left instead of right in the hallway, and entered the room he’d been occupying. A full-size bed, an old dresser and a set of nightstands filled the space. When he eased her onto the bed, she wondered how in hell he’d been sleeping there—his large form dwarfed the black metal frame.
He took off his white shirt, and oxygen deserted her. Wow. His chest was wide, muscly, with the right amount of hair dusting his pecs and disappearing into his shorts. He moved, his hard ridges bunching, the tight 12-pack of his abs shifting. Tattoos swirled around his arms.
She’d read about Renaissance sculptors and knew any of them would have killed to have him as a model.
Moisture evaporated from her throat. “Dang it, Vincent.”
He pulled down his shorts and boxers, and the most gorgeous cock she’d ever seen jutted out. She couldn’t tear her gaze from the large, long dick. A couple of veins throbbed on the underside, his blood probably rushing to the smooth thick head.
She licked the corners of her lips, anticipating the feel of that mind-blowing package in her mouth. But Vincent had other plans. He joined her in bed, covering her body with his.
“God damn it, Natalie. If you keep looking at me like this, I won’t last long.”
She chuckled. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now,” she said in an unapologetic tone. She was naked and under him, so she might as well be honest.
“I have no idea what I’ve done to deserve fucking you,” he said, staring deep into her eyes. “But I’ll take full advantage of the opportunity.”
She smiled. A delicious energy passed between them, an invisible connection she’d waited her whole life for. He dipped his head and caught her lips in a demanding kiss, prompting her with his thigh to spread her legs. Which she did, gladly.
The tip of his cock poked at her entrance, and she whimpered. “So good, honey.”
She rocked her hips into him, desperate to intensify the contact.
Groaning, he thrust his cock into her. She stopped moving and breathing for a moment. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips together to keep from shouting. Her inner walls clung to him, as she found a way to take his generous size, her pussy so full and achy. Conflicting emotions overwhelmed her, the eagerness to have him move versus the fleeting pain causing tingles in her core. Everywhere.
“Natalie. Look at me,” he demanded.
She opened her eyes, and a single tear rolled down her cheek. He didn’t soothe her or pull away, watching her instead. Fascination flickered in his hazel eyes. Maybe this… connection they had affected him too.
Her arousal creamed her folds, adding more natural lubrication to her flesh and his. Slowly, the ache from his girth dissipated, and a jolt of lust throbbed at her clit, pushing her to keep going.
“Move with me,” she said. “I’m ready.”
She proved her point by wrapping her legs tightly around his smooth, firm ass. He shot her a mischievous smile, one that shed years from his age. One that clawed its way into her and tugged at her heart.
He withdrew halfway out of her cunt, then pushed back in again, slamming into her wetness. She moaned, sinking her nails into his shoulder blades, scratching his skin.
He reached for her wrists, and pinned them over her head. He kept ramming into her, increasing the addictive rhythm. With each thrust, pleasure built pressure inside her, and her limbs started to tremble, her vision dimming. Vincent didn’t relent, and having him restrain her like that only enhanced the crazy sensations forming, amplifying the maddening spike of her pulse. “Yes. Come undone for me, Natalie,” he egged her on.
She had to fight the urge to close her eyes and give in to the ecstacy. “More,” she begged, knowing full well she couldn’t take much. “More,” she repeated, louder, barely able to string the words along.
Vincent intensified his thrusts, impaling her deeper, harder. Soon, she let out a growl she’d never have recognized as her own before. Pleasure washed over her like some unexpected flooding, leaving her breathless. With one more thrust, he claimed her, and shouted an animalistic groan of his own.
Time stretched like an old, worn-out pair of sweatpants. He rolled over to her side and brought her to him, her head resting on his chest. Neither of them spoke, but she felt rather than heard the fast beating of his heart, and smiled to herself.
She didn’t know how or why, but she knew deep in her gut this wouldn’t be the last time they screwed.
