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“Please,” I heard myself say. I needed more. I needed him.
Vince pulled his fingers from my body and covered my core with his mouth. He thrust his tongue inside of me, forcing my eyes to roll into the back of my head.
My back bowed off the bed.
Holding the backs of my knees, I spread myself even more for him.
He purred against me, the vibrations rippling through every inch of my body. He lifted his head, thrust two fingers into me and removed them. He repeated the movements, his fingers glistening with the juices from my body.
“Vince,” I whispered.
His dark eyes caught mine. Giving me a wink, he swiped his tongue from the spot at my ass, back up to my clit.
I shivered, a soft sigh escaping me.
“My dirty girl,” he murmured, sinking his teeth into the cheek of my ass.
A breathless laugh left me.
Just when I was about to ask for more, Vince lowered his mouth back to my center. His tongue rubbed and pushed against my clit. A spark of electricity hit me, rushing from my toes all the way to the top of my head.
I was about to demand for him to fuck me when a sudden release slammed into me. His name left my lips on a scream, my body shaking beneath him.
He growled, sucking my clit hard between his lips.
My screams turned into pleas for more, but he never took it further. When I calmed down, I reached for him.
Spreading me apart, he lifted his head, his gaze glancing down at my center.
My cheeks burned under his scrutiny.
“You’re beautiful.” His eyes popped to mine. “And you taste so fucking good,” he said, licking his glossy lips.
“I need you,” I whispered, running my thumb along his bottom lip before bringing it to my mouth. I sucked it between my lips, swallowing the essence from my body.
His nostrils flared, his eyes darkening at what I had just done. Lowering his mouth to mine, he swallowed my sigh and ran his hands down the sides of my body.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I breathed him in. Everything that made up Vincent Stone. The man who had consumed every waking thought I ever had. He was a piece of me, and he didn’t even know it.
Vince brushed his hand over my head, deepening the kiss. Spreading my legs even more, I invited him in. His jeans rubbed against my naked center, pulling a moan from the back of my throat.
He undulated his hips against me, pushing and thrusting, forcing the pleasure inside of me until it grew and billowed around us. It consumed me, controlled me, and it took everything in me not to shove Vince back and jump into his arms.
He felt so damn good above me. The one time we shared in my car years ago was nothing compared to having him in my bed. But it still wasn’t enough.
I broke the kiss, panting for air when he crushed his mouth against mine. He swallowed my gasp of surprise, not letting me up for air unless he gave the go-ahead. Our tongues danced, dueled for that ownership that neither of us had. Truth was, he owned me. Completely and utterly. I was his. I had always been his.
“Vince,” I murmured against his mouth.
He lifted his head, brushing my hair off my forehead. He reached between us, the sound of a zipper lowering a moment later sending a flutter of nervousness racing through me. He kissed my forehead and then my nose.
“Please,” I whispered, grabbing onto his t-shirt like my life depended on it. I just wanted to feel that connection with him again. To feel him, hard and powerful, moving inside me and taking us both to new heights of pleasure neither of us would ever be ready for.
Vince tapped the head of his cock against my clit, pushing it back and forth over the swollen bundle.
I whimpered, fisting his shirt. “Please, Vince. Please.” I couldn’t help but beg. I had never wanted something this badly. I was so damn ready for him that it physically hurt not to have him inside of me.
“Gigi.”
