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My eyes flutter shut, and I feel them roll back even behind my lids. My toes curl inside my pumps and I curse myself for not removing them first because the second the orgasm passes, I’ll feel the discomfort of how hard my toes are curled. But right now, I couldn’t care if every bone in all my toes shattered. “Oh God, don’t stop. I think I’m going to come.” I push him harder against me, desperate for the feeling of euphoria that only this sexy act can bring. I look down just in time for him to slow his ministrations and take one slow lick through my sex.And then again. And again. And again.
My clit is throbbing almost painfully, and I’m seconds from passing out from the pleasure. “Vince, oh my God, there!” I scream as I move my hips in time with his lips, rolling them against his face as the orgasm explodes from me. I barely have a second to come down from the high or slow my racing heart before I’m lifted into his arms and his lips are on mine. I don’t know how many steps it is or how long we are on the move. The only thing I’m aware of is the feeling between my legs and the softest lips kissing mine and then I’m lowered onto a plush bed with the softest sheets I’ve ever felt.
“I love the taste of your pussy,” he tells me as he pulls off his clothes at record speed. I follow suit, sliding my skirt down and pulling my sweater over my head. I reach around my back to unclasp my bra when I feel him pulling my cup down to release my nipple. I don’t have a chance to unclasp it before I feel something cool against my skin and then a loudrip.My eyes fly open to meet his and the lust crackles between us, but it immediately switches to annoyance when I see the small blade in his hand. I look down and see that my brand new La Perla bra has been cut in half between my breasts.
“Are youinsane?” I growl at him. “This bra is fucking expensive you asshole.” He doesn’t respond, he just tosses his knife somewhere out of sight. “And what the fuck are you even doing with a knife?”
Well, you do live in Chicago, Lo. It’s why your brother-in-law insists you carry pepper spray.
He doesn’t answer, he just circles my nipple with his tongue and sucks it into his mouth before biting down gently. “You’re buying me a new one,” I mumble under my breath and he bites down harder. I gasp in response.
“Stop talking about the fucking bra and let me fuck you already.” He bites again and I moan under his touch. He lets me go with a pop, before his fingers find it, rolling it between his fingers. They dance up my chest, stroking the sensitive skin on my neck towards my lips. “Suck,” he growls before sliding his index and middle finger in my mouth. I do as he asks, swirling my tongue around them, as the last bit of annoyance floats away. He slides them out and then his fingers are between my legs, stroking the sensitive space there. “Fuck, you’re so ready for me.” He pauses when he pulls out and looks down at me, cock in hand as he drags it through my cunt once. “I want to fuck you bare so bad.”
“No,” I tell him. I’m horny but I’m not stupid, and I am on good authority to report that I’m not the only girl he’s fucked in our office, and who knows how many else outside of it.
He seems to be surprised by my firmness but nods once. I hear him shuffling next to his bedside table, revealing a condom and rolling it on. “Get on your hands and knees.” He orders and I comply immediately. Getting fucked from behind is my favorite position and I’m eager to feel his cock so deep inside me like only this position can provide. I’ve barely settled when he slams into me with a series of expletives. “Holy fuck, you’re tight,” he groans just as his hand comes downhardon my ass.
“Oh my God,” I cry out before dropping my head to the bed. I bite down on the pillow in front of me as he continues to pound into me at a relentless speed.
“Fuck. I did not want to come this fast,” he says and I can tell he’s gritting his teeth. I clamp down on him, my muscles squeezing him as hard as I can and his hand finds my ass again. “Don’t fucking do that.”
“Why?” I breathe out. I know it’ll only take one swipe of my fingers over my clit for me to detonate beneath him but part of me wants to make him work for it. “I’m c—close, Vince,” I manage to stammer out between the deep breaths I’m trying to get into my lungs. My eyes flutter shut as I clutch the sheets beneath us, my body climbing higher and higher with every thrust. I feel his hands in my hair, pulling just hard enough to make my scalp tingle as he fucks me harder. The familiar feeling in my sex begins and just as his pumps become more uncontrolled, I comehard.“Fuck fuck fuck!” I cry out as my body succumbs to the most intense orgasm of my life. I squeeze my eyes shut just as he comes, pressing his cock as far inside as he can go.
“Holy fuck.” I feel what I assume to be a bead of sweat drop to my back and then his tongue, trailing up my spine. I shiver as he pulls out, the loss of his body heat chilling me instantly. He falls to his back and I turn my head towards him to find him staring at the ceiling.
“I knew you’d be a good fuck.”
“How do you make a compliment sound offensive?”
“It’s a skill. Want a beer or water or anything?”
“I’m good, and I should probably go,” I say as I begin to climb out of bed. He grabs my arm, holding me in place.
“We said one night and as far as I’m concerned the night isn’t over yet.”
* * *
The feelingof an actual pounding behind my eyes, followed by a wave of nausea, and the desperate need to chug a gallon of water has my eyes flying open, waking me from the last few moments of sleep. I groan at the light streaming through the curtains and press a hand to my eyes, turning into the pillow. I swallow, trying to create moisture in my dry mouth, and the flavors lingering there transport me back to the night before.
Whiskey and Vincent Maddox’s cum.
I shoot up in bed as my mind is finally catching up with the fact that not only am I not at my sister’s house where I have taken up residence the last few months, but I’m still at Vince’s.
Naked.
In his bed.
The events of the day before come rushing back to me and my heart begins to pound in my chest.
I fucked Vince, the biggest asshole in Chicago.
Oh my God.
“Morning, Princess,” I hear from the doorway and my head snaps to the side to see Vincent walking towards me with a cup of coffee in his hands. His sweatpants hang low on his hips showcasing that delicious V that I became well acquainted with last night. I rake my eyes up his bare torso and meet his, less ashamed than I should have been to have been caught ogling him.
Despite my staring, I hold the sheet up around my chest to try and maintain a modicum of modesty now that we were no longer under the darkness of night and a bottle of whiskey. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.” He points at me before sitting next to me. “You want me to call you an Uber or you want—” He starts and I hold a hand up in response not really interested in hearing how he’s going to try and blow me off. I’m not like the normal girls he fucks. I don’t want breakfast, or morning sex, or hell, even a kiss goodbye. I want to get the fuck out of here and never speak of last night again.
“I’m good, I’ll get my own,” I tell him as I sit up, snatching my panties and ruined bra off the floor. I run my finger over the blue satin, my lips forming a pout at the limited edition set that was a gift from Drew.
