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“You want to come?” he asked, brushing his mouth along the base of my neck.
“Y-Yes,” I panted.
Vince reached around me. When his fingers came into contact with my clit, I jumped, bucking against him. The pleasure was almost too much. I could feel the orgasm starting from my toes and slowly sliding up my body.
“You sure?” he murmured, moving his fingers lower and inserting them inside me.
“Oh.” Stars danced in my vision at the sudden fullness I felt.
“Gigi.” He pulled his hand from my body and pressed my upper half back onto the hood of the car. “If you want to come, then be a good little girl and do it.Now.” He landed a hand against the flesh of my ass. “Now, Gigi.”
Vince pushed into me as deep as my body would allow.
My eyes widened.
A sudden scream fell from my lips as the release rocked me to the very core.
***
After our unexpected moment in the parking lot, Vince drove us back to my place as fast as he could. Truth was, when I came for him, he didn’t last much longer than I had.
Every inch of me burned. I couldn’t sit still. Every time I moved; I could feel him.
When he caught me squirming, he would smirk and scratch the scruff on his jaw, all proud of himself.
Now we were in my bed, wrapped up in each other again.
I almost forgot that I hadn’t been feeling well but when Vince knelt between my legs, my stomach rolled. I shook it off and kissed him, trying to ignore the fact that my belly was feeling off.
As soon as Vince thrust into me, my stomach churned. “Oh.”
He lowered his mouth to my neck, sinking his teeth into the skin. “Fuck, baby. I’ve missed you. The parking lot wasn’t enough. Once a day is never enough. Not with you.”
“I…” Bile rose to my throat. “Wait.” I pushed him.
“What’s wrong?” He lifted his head, staring down at me.
“I can’t.” My stomach churned again. “I’m going to be sick.” I shoved him back and slid off the bed before rushing to the bathroom. I fell to my knees by the toilet and threw up my mom’s wonderful dinner. My stomach heaved. It was so damn hard, it felt like my body was trying to puke up everything inside of it.
“Gigi?”
“I’m sorry.” I hung my head in the toilet, hugging the bowl and waiting for the nausea to stop.
“Don’t be sorry.” Vince knelt beside me, pressing something cold to the back of my neck.
I didn’t have enough energy to ask what it was but appreciated the gentle gesture just the same.
“How are you doing?”
I took a deep breath, lifting my head. When my stomach seemed to settle, I moved away from the toilet and gave him a small smile.
He chuckled, wiping a cloth along my mouth. “You good?”
My heart warmed. “I am. Thank you for taking care of me.”
“That’s my job.” He kissed my forehead.
“I’m sorry for ruining the mood.” I had been aching for him all night and even after the parking lot and then my stomach ruined it.
