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“Now, what will you refer to me as from now on?” he asked, his voice a boom in the room.
“Sir,” she said, thrusting her hips.
“Do you want me to continue?”
“Yes.”
He moved until he sat above her, his cock long as he pushed it toward her lips. “Yes, what?” he asked, pressing himself against her cheek.
Kiera, his little vixen, bit her lip. “Yes sir,” she said with a seductress’s smile. She opened her mouth wide, and when he placed himself just barely inside, she lifted her head and took in his entire cock, gagging slightly at the length. She moved her head up and down until he latched his hand around the back of her head, bracing it as she swirled her tongue wickedly around him.
God, no woman had ever been sogoodwith her mouth. He tilted toward the ceiling as the first shudder wracked throughhim. He withdrew as she licked her lips. “Please, fuck me,” she said, a smile pulling to her lips. “Sir.”
He did just that. He moved down, circling a finger around the spot that sent her hips bucking, and he thrust himself into her. He allowed a moment for her to adjust, but Kiera didn’t seem to need it as she forced her hips upward. He’d forgotten how rough she liked him. He gripped her thighs with bruising force and shoved himself into her. She gasped, and it quickly transformed into a moan.
“Faster,” she shouted.
He obliged, his thrusts becoming a quick rhythm between them. Finally, she cried her pleasure, and with it, Vincent roared his for the neighborhood to hear. Thrust for thrust, she matched him. Kiera always matched him, he realized. And as their orgasms drew for one another’s sounds of pleasure, Vincent realized one thing with absolute clarity.
He wouldneverlet her go.
17
Kiera sat and stared at her split-screened laptop, her headache worsening by the minute. The acceptance letter she’d received for the institute of art sat beside her, but an acceptance could only go so far. Her portfolio, full of her different mediums of artwork, had gotten her a partial scholarship, but it wasn’t enough.
No matter how she spun the numbers, she would need at least another year’s savings. Even that would only get her through two semesters of living paycheck-to-paycheck. Kiera had worked so hard and expected to be devastated by the realization. However, as she stared at the university’s screen that prompted her to accept or reject her admission, the weight on her shoulders felt lighter.
She hadn’t had anything substantial tying her back the last time she had to decide. Now she had Vincent.
The front door to the house opened, and Kiera didn’t need to turn her head to know that Jacey had returned from her study date with a friend.
“How was the study date?” Kiera asked, not peeling her eyes away from the numbers on the computer.
“Good,” she replied. She walked through the house and into the living room, another girl following closely behind. “Kiera, this is Elaina, the friend that I told you about.”
Elaina raised a hand slowly, giving Kiera a small smile.
Jacey continued. “And Elaina, this is one of my roommates. She’s the one that put the stains all over the carpet.”
She gave Kiera a pointed look, and Kiera snorted. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said, choosing not to acknowledge Jacey’s rude tone. Clearly, Jacey had had a rough day, and when she had a rough day, her path of destruction could be vast.
“Nice to meet you, too,” Elaina responded.
While Jacey appeared to be a ditsy blonde—her appearance sharply contrasting her nearly genius-level mind—Elaina looked like the stereotype of an overworked medical student. She wore wide-brimmed glasses and had untamed curls braided tightly down her back. Just like Jacey, she had a slim figure, but while Jacey walked confidently, Elaina seemed a bit timid. Even the way she stood made Elaina appear smaller.
Elaina sat hesitantly on a chair across the room as Jacey scanned Kiera’s laptop.
“Are you going to accept this time?” she asked, gesturing to the acceptance or denial screen on Kiera’s laptop, which was displayed in the bottom right corner.
Kiera sighed. She hated answering the question the same way as she’d answered it for years. “No. Not this time.”
“Does it have anything to do with Vincent?” she teased. Coming from Talia, Kiera would have expected the chide to be an offhanded and rude comment, but the question was genuine coming from Jacey.
“Vincent has nothing to do with it,” Kiera replied, forcing herself to select the decline option and hit submit. Before she could freak out, she closed her laptop and sat back on the couch.Did Vincent have nothing to do with it, or was she trying to convince herself of that fact?
“I find that hard to believe.”
Kiera shrugged. “You can believe what you want. You know how I feel about men.”
