Page 24 of Heartless Sinner

Decision made, I gently disengaged his arm from around my waist, then turned and pushed him onto his back. He grunted softly, then his eyes slowly drifted open to half-mast as he started to wake up, watching in hazy confusion as I slid down the bed and between his legs.

“Going somewhere?” he asked, his voice husky with sleep—as if he thought I was leaving the bed, and him.

“No, not far,” I murmured, giving him a sultry smile as I pulled off his boxer shorts and tossed them aside, making my intentions known.

His already stiff cock bobbed free, and my mouth watered for a good long taste. He was nice and thick, and my whole body throbbed with desire at the thought of all those glorious inches filling me up and pinning me to the mattress.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, keeping my grip firm but not too tight, and his own breathing hitched in his chest, causing the muscles in his abs to tighten. I hid a secret smile as I leaned down and licked his shaft—just soft little kitten licks to get acquainted with his flavor and the texture of all that taut, smooth skin.

A small groan escaped Vince, his eyes hooded with dark lust as he continued to silently watch me as I focused on the head of his cock, making my licks firmer and toying with the slit using the tip of my tongue. I sucked on the crown as if he were a lollipop, and released him with a soft pop of sound before teasing him all over again.

A deep, primitive growl reverberated through him, and his hips jolted up as he reached down and grabbed a fistful of my hair as I eagerly took more of his cock into my warm, wet mouth. “Fuck, sweetheart, fuck.”

His fingers tightened and relaxed against my scalp, tightened and relaxed, like he couldn’t help himself but wasn’t sure how rough he could be with me. When his hand gripped my hair again, I hummed enthusiastically around his shaft, encouraging him, and giving him the permission he sought to get more aggressive with me if he wanted. I liked the control, and I moaned around his cock as Vince tightened his hold again and maneuvered himself into more of a sitting position against the pillows and headboard, bringing me right along with him, my mouth still sucking his dick.

“You really are a vixen underneath it all, aren’t you,” he breathed quietly, like he was a bit in awe of me.

He sounded pleased but not arrogant, and his praise sent a little thrill through me. I never wanted to bore my partner, after all.

As I continued to slide my lips up and down his shaft, I ground my hips instinctively against the mattress, feeling the drag of the sheets against my pussy as my panties got wetter and wetter. His cock felt enormous in my mouth, weighing heavy on my tongue, and stretching my jaw when he held the back of my head and pushed all the way into my throat.

How would all that girth and power feel between my legs, sliding in and out of me? I trembled all over at the very thought.

It had been a long time since I’d done this, and I worried a little that I was out of practice, but that didn’t seem to be an issue at all for Vince. He began to thrust up into my mouth, his hand in my hair keeping me in place as he drove deeper. I whimpered at the sensation of him dominating me. Him fucking my mouth like this was so goddamn hot, I had to work hard not to squirm too much as I sought more friction on the sheets.

The slick taste of pre-come coated my tongue, and with a low animal-like sound that sent heat spiraling through me, Vince yanked on my hair, tugging my head back and pulling my mouth off his cock. God. The sheer strength and power that he had… it was intoxicating.

I wasn’t going to fall in love with this man. I couldn’t. But I could no longer deny just how insanely attracted to him I was—how badly I ached for him to completely own my body.

“If you keep that up, this whole thing will be over way too soon,” Vince growled softly, his jaw clenched as I looked up at him, his own eyes dark and hot. “And I want to finish what we started last night.”

Before I could stop myself, a soft, needy, “yes, please,” escaped my lips.

Vince smirked at me, looking pleased that I was so eager and willing.

“Come here,” he ordered.

I immediately obeyed, crawling up to him and straddling his lap with the gentle guidance of his hands. These powerful hands could kill people, I thought idly. They had killed people. And they would kill again. But right now they were gentle with me, showing a level of control that made me feel safe with him.

Part of the reason I distrusted mafia men, hadn’t wanted to marry one, was the violence. Not violence in and of itself but how so many men became addicted to the power and bloodlust of it. They let it take them over until it was all they were, and that brutality seeped into their marriage, too. I knew far too many stories of mafia wives who ‘ran into walls’ or ‘fell down stairs’ a lot.

But Vince showed so much discipline in his movements. When he was rough, it was still with full awareness of his strength, and he was just as capable of gentleness. It made me feel like I could breathe a little easier with him.

I followed Vince’s guiding movements on my hips until I was dragging myself along his cock in long, smooth grinds. The sensation was delicious, his cockhead rubbing right up against my slick folds through the thin fabric of my panties, but it wasn’t enough to get me off, and certainly not enough to satisfy the need to be filled and fucked.

“Look at you,” Vince murmured. He took my chin in his hand, tilting my face so that it caught more of the morning light filtering in through the curtains. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

He sounded so sincere. His compliment caught me off guard, made my breath catch in my throat. I’d been called a lot of things—sexy, hot, all of those variations—but I’d never had a man look at me with such wonder and admiration and say that I was beautiful. It made my heart give a traitorous flutter.

Vince leaned in, hand still on my jaw to hold me in place, and kissed me.

I stopped thinking after that.

He slid his tongue across my bottom lip and I parted for him without thought, letting his tongue slide into my mouth and guide me into a deep, filthy kiss. I spread my legs wider over his hips, rubbing myself all over his cock and tempting him to slide inside me.

Vince chuckled, his free hand gliding up to pinch my ass. I moaned and just about melted.

“As much as I love you in my clothes,” he murmured gruffly, “I want to get my mouth on those gorgeous breasts of yours.”

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