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Arm thrown over the back of the couch, he lets his eyes travel up and down my body. “Last night, you let your lust guide you. Your inhibitions were pushed away. You wanted to feel somethingmore,and you wanted me to feel the same.”
“I liked it.”
“I bet you did,” he murmurs, words dripped in sex, eyes promising the same.
I silently beg for him to speak again. To give me what I’m too scared to vocalize.
“Be a good little whore and come and sit on my lap.”
Relief and lust and carnal need rush through my body like a tsunami. I stand abruptly, afraid I’ll second-guess myself if I think too hard.
My legs feel weak as I walk toward him, nerves pushed aside in place of excitement. I’m eager. Almosttooeager. But I don’t care. I liked, no,lovedwhat Vincent gave me last night. I’ve thought of nothing else but what we shared. Maybe he’s right; maybe that’s the allure to a virgin. Vincent gave me my first ever sexual experience, and I know, for the rest of my life, it will play on a loop in my mind.
Dropping his knees apart, he looks up at me, waiting for me to sit. “Face the window,” he says. “Knees bracketing mine.”
I follow his instruction, turning to place myself delicately upon his lap. Arm circling my waist, he pulls me roughly against him. “Knees.”
I open my legs, stretching them to bracket his, opening myself up to him completely. I may be dressed, but I’m at his mercy. Splayed open, ready for him to ruin me.
I can feel his heartbeat against my back, and I let my head fall back onto his shoulder.
“Such a good girl when you want your pussy played with.”
My whole body shudders, and he hums his approval into my neck, licking against my pulse.
Chin rested on my shoulder, he watches as his left hand slides my dress up my thighs, revealing inches of my skin to his eager eyes.
“Fuck, if only you knew how I wanted to mark you, Bianca. I want to carve my name into your skin. I want to make sure that every time you think about touching your cunt, you feel my name between your thighs.”
I whimper, and he growls deep in his throat.
Dress pushed up to my stomach, he drops his glass to the carpet, not caring at the way it sloshes his whiskey over the overpriced rug. Hands gripping the edge of my panties, he rips them without warning, without permission, and my nipples harden.
His right hand slides over my pussy, and I thrust upward, needingmore.
His hand, his big, thick fingers and intricate rings, press roughly against my delicate flesh.
He smiles into my neck, and I turn my face to him, wanting to taste it. Needing his approval and pleasure on my tongue. He gives it to me, our lips colliding in a messy kiss.
He slaps three fingers against my clit, the gentle tap sending fireworks into the pit of my stomach.
He uses two calloused fingers to rub circles over my sensitive nub, and I moan into his mouth, begging him for more with just the whispered syllables of his name.
“You know only I can bring you this level of pleasure.”
“Yes,” I moan.
“Say it, sayyes, Vinnie, only you.”
“Vinnie. You. Only you.Tesoro.” I splinter, my body already quaking with an impending orgasm. My breathing is harsh, pressed against his lips, hips working in vain for him to move faster.
“I need—”
Lightening his touch, he rubs faster. “I know what you need. Now be a good little slut and come against my fingers.”
I grab my tits, squeezing them roughly to push myself over the edge. My head falls back, his name a wanton cry from my lips.
Seconds. He made me come inseconds.
