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A fingertip of mine joining my tongue at her twitching entrance. Already probing up inside her and feeling just how elastic she really is. How perfectly ready she is to be claimed properly.
Both of us knowing without having to say a word that now is her time.
Chapter 10
Violet
If this is the kind of therapy Vincent’s capable of dishing out, it's no wonder he’s booked solid. But I know he’s giving me extra special treatment, giving me all the space I need to be as verbal and act out my fantasy with him.
I thought I was gonna have a hard time it being my first time, but uh-uh. I need him inside me so bad it’s almost unbearable that he makes me wait. Makes me play with myself in front of him, which by the way is the most insanely hot thing I've ever done.
In the past few minutes anyway. Because it gets way hotter, and not even skipping a beat when I maybe call him daddy a little too often, he’s developed a strange, knowing smile of his own.
Vincent has a beautiful smile, with perfect rows of gleaming teeth. Making it look and feel as if today, right now is the only thing he's had to smile about for a long, long time.
And I know I feel the same.
It is true I’ve never even touched myself until coming to college. Having him as my Professor. I thought it was maybe just because I had a place of my own. A real sense of privacy I've never had anywhere else. But no.
I thought long and hard about him every single time, before during and after the fact. Not a shred of guilt about it either, although it was the beginnings of the whole daddy thing… Needing a real man to fill more than one hole in my life.
Being a lover, a friend and a father figure to boot. Nothing so unusual about that. And in this case, Vincent's my teacher too. Making it clear to me once his mouth covers my whole sex and making me come on command that he’s got plenty of lessons lined up for me to learn by heart.
And even though tomorrow’s a school day, I know he’d let me off going to stay home and help me work on any problems I might have with his rigorous tuition.
Home…
Like daddy, the word home means more to me than I can understand fully.
Being in his house, having him so close to me finally. Being in his arms as he lays me back further on the bed, ready to claim me as his own.
Vincent is home for me.
He’s everything warm, safe and secure. All rolled into a giant beefcake of a man that just happens to be a fucking wizard when it comes to making a girls toes curl when it counts.
He can sense how ready I am, even though anyone else might be done after a tongue lashing like the one I've just had. But it only makes me want more and in any and every way I know Vincent has planned for me.
He moves of the bed just long enough to fully undress himself, making me marvel at how perfectly proportioned and muscular he is. Those suits and tweed jackets really don't do his figure any justice.
His body’s perfectly tanned and has no tattoos, which I prefer in a man. And I notice a few scars too, but I already know that Vincent's a lot like me. Most of our scars are on the inside. If he’s showing them on the outside I can only imagine what he’s been through to earn them.
“Can I make you play with yourself?” I ask, not meaning to sound five but needing to shift my focus to more pleasant things. The climax that just blew the top of my skull into orbit has left me kinda limited when it comes to communicating in anything other than a gasp or a moan.
I can't take my eyes off his throbbing member. It's so… big for starters, but like every other part of Vincent, it's just so beautiful to look at too.
It starts to bob and drool more of that clear liquid as soon as I ask, and Vincent grunts his reply.
“If I don’t get my cock inside that little cunt of yours soon, I'm gonna fucking explode…” He cautions me. And I watch his whole body tense every fiber of muscle as he strains not to prove himself right.
“I- I’m ready…” I whisper, clawing up at the air between us until he moves over me again. Kissing me long, deep and hard as I feel his naked skin covering mine for the first time.
Vincent’s mindful of his size and weight compared to me, but being crushed by his body, feeling his hot fat dick pressing into my belly and up between my tits is enough to see me start to buck and whine already.
Wanting to feel it all the way inside me. Wanting to have him hold me like this forever while he does it.
His hands are so big he can hug me from the back and still have most of my chest in the other, working me like a finely tuned instrument he’s longing to play and has me hitting high notes in no time, to the point of growling like an animal I want him inside me so bad.
For a man who’s in a hurry to plant a seed, Vincent shows some of his gentle side. Taking his time and making sure he's not crushing me too much. Stroking my hair back a few times as we lay together, kissing and kind of doing it with him on top of me, but I know he’s just getting me primed.
