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“Oh fuck, baby,” I breathe.

I undo the restraints and flip her onto her back. I pull the cups of her bra down, so her perfect tits spill out the top, and wrap my lips around one perky, pebbled nipple.

“Oh my god,” she moans, arching her back and pressing her breast against my mouth. I alternate back and forth between her nipples, licking, sucking, and lightly biting them. I slowly work my fingers back down her body, stopping to trace circles around her belly button and tease her clit, before slowly working them in and out of her body. She’s raising her hips, trying to gain more sensation, but I keep slowly working a single finger in and out of her channel.

“Please,” she mouths. When I don’t change the slow, teasing pace, she says again, “Vincent, please!”

“Please what, kitten?” I tease.

“Fuck me!” she nearly yells. “Please fuck me, please make me come.”

I can’t stop to undress.

I free myself from my pants, settle between her legs, and rest her thighs across my hips, keeping her spread open in front of me, then thrust every inch of my throbbing cock deep inside of her body. As I do, I can feel the walls of her pussy tighten, squeezing down on my cock as I push into her heat.

Eyes closed, her back arching, her hands twisting in the sheets beside her, my little kitten comes. Screaming.

It’s the single sexiest thing I’ve seen in my entire goddamned life.

I fuck her straight through this orgasm, and the next, alternating between stroking her clit, massaging her breasts, and sucking her nipples. She runs her fingers through my hair, gripping against my scalp and pulling my lips harder to her breast when I feel her slick channel tightening, the walls of her pussy milking my cock with every thrust.

I roar, feeling my cum flooding into her pussy while I fuck it deeper into her body, still shaking with the force of her own orgasm.

I drop my face to hers and pull her into a long, deep kiss.

CHAPTER 26

Sarah

I wake up to the smell of coffee. Opening my eyes, I see a steaming cup on the bedside table. Vincent saunters in from the hallway, dropping a phone into the pocket of his grey sweatpants. He hasn’t put on a shirt, and I have to admit, I’m very much okay with that.

“Hey,” I say, shifting into a sitting position to sip my coffee.

“Hey, yourself,” he says, leaning against the door frame. His dark hair is tousled from sleep, and a layer of stubble dusts his face. It doesn’t look like he’s been awake much longer than I have. He strolls over to the bed and kisses the top of my head. “Don’t stay in bed too long, kitten. You have plans today.”

“Huh?” I ask, taking another drink of my coffee.

Vincent winks at me before casually walking to the bathroom, with my eyes glued to his ass the whole damn way. I hear the shower start up.

My vagina also hears the shower start up, a little throb reminding me of all the delicious things we did last night. I slip in next to him. Vincent stands under the spray, his eyes closed, and the hot water massaging his back. If he noticed me come in, he didn’t give any indication. Carefully, I move forward and sink down to my knees in front of him.

Even when he isn’t hard, his cock is impressive. I run the tip of my tongue up his length.

“Oh fuck, kitten,” he moans.

I run my tongue back down his cock and swirl it around the head. I can actually feel it swelling up under my tongue. Looking up into his eyes, I slowly take him into my mouth, my lips stretched tight around his girth. He groans. I alternate between licking and sucking down his shaft and balls and trying to take him as deep into my mouth as I can. Vincent starts petting my hair, and I can see the muscles in his legs and abdomen tense whenever I get just the right rhythm going. I get a little bit too enthusiastic and gag myself on the length of him. I pull back, saliva running down my face from my poor depth perception.

“Good girl,” he says, his voice deep and husky.

He presses his cock against my lips, and I open my mouth for him, trying to get back into the same rhythm as before. I start to gag, but hear an almost pained groan from Vincent. He weaves his fingers into my hair and holds my head, slowly advancing his cock. I start to panic and pull my head against his strong grip, but can’t budge.

“Breathe through your nose, kitten,” he reminds me.

When I’ve taken several breaths through my nose and the panic has worn off, he slowly presses deeper into my mouth. My jaw aches and my lips are stretched wide around him. I feel the thick head of his cock sliding to the back of my throat. I force my body to relax and slowly feel the resistance weakening. With a final push, he slides the rest of his cock into my mouth, and my nose is pressed up against his body. Vincent moans with pleasure. I look up at him, his lust-filled eyes boring into my soul.

“You look beautiful with my cock down your throat,” he says.

I feel my clit throbbing and start to circle it with my fingertips.

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