Page 63 of Broken Vows

I take him deeper, relaxing my throat, letting him slide further until I'm taking as much as I can. His breathing becomes ragged, muscles tensing beneath my free hand as I establish a rhythm—long, slow pulls followed by quick flicks of my tongue over the most sensitive spots.

"God, you're perfect," he pants, watching me through half-lidded eyes. "So fucking perfect. The way you look with your lips wrapped around my cock?—"

His words send heat straight to my core. I moan around him, the vibration making him curse and buck his hips. I pull back enough to speak, my voice husky.

"Tell me how it feels," I demand, stroking him with my hand while my mouth works the head. "Tell me what you want."

"Feels like heaven," he gasps. "Like I could die happy right now. Want you to take me deep again, want to feel your throat?—"

I comply immediately, taking him as deep as I can, working him with lips and tongue and the gentle pressure of my throat. His control starts to fracture, hips moving in short, desperate thrusts.

"I'm close," he warns, voice strained. "Melinda, I'm going to?—"

I don't pull away. Instead, I look up at him, meeting his eyes as I take him even deeper. The sight breaks his control completely. He comes with a broken groan of my name, his release filling my mouth as I swallow everything he gives me.

When he's spent, I place soft kisses along his softening length before crawling back up his body. His eyes are glazed, chest heaving as he pulls me into his arms.

"That was—" he starts, voice rough.

"Just the beginning," I whisper against his lips, feeling him already starting to respond again as I press my naked body against his. "I want all of you tonight, Vincent. Every piece."

His hands roam my body, relearning every curve as his mouth claims mine in a kiss that tastes like promises and forever.

As Vincent's hands explore my body, I can't help but grind against him, feeling his growing hardness against my thigh. His mouth trails hot, wet kisses down my neck, pausing to nip at my pulse point. "You want more?" he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "You want me to fuck you with my mouth, Melinda? Is that what you need?"

I gasp as his crude words send a jolt of lust straight to my core. "Yes," I manage to breathe out, my nails digging into his shoulders. "I want you to taste me, Vincent. I want you to make me come on your tongue."

He flashes a wicked grin, his eyes dark with desire. "My dirty girl," he murmurs, trailing his fingers down my stomach, circling my navel before moving lower. "You want me to lick your pussy, don't you? You want me to suck on your clit until you're screaming my name."

His words are as much a turn-on as his touch. I arch my hips, urging his hand lower. He takes his time, teasing me, his fingers lightly tracing the edge of my panties. "Is this what you want, baby?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. "You want me to strip you bare and fuck you with my mouth until you can't take anymore?"

"Yes," I hiss, bucking my hips as he finally slips his hand beneath the fabric, his fingers finding my wet heat.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groans, his finger circling my clit before sliding inside me. "So ready for me."

I ride his hand, my breath coming in short gasps as he adds a second finger, stretching me, preparing me. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing gentle circles that send electric shocks through my body.

"Vincent," I moan, my head thrashing on the pillow. "Please, I need your mouth."

He grins, slowly withdrawing his fingers, making me whimper at the sudden emptiness. He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, his eyes locked on mine. "You taste like heaven, Melinda," he growls, before finally moving down my body.

He hooks his fingers in my panties, pulling them down my legs in a swift motion. I spread my thighs for him, baring myself completely. He settles between my legs, his broad shoulders pushing my thighs even wider.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he murmurs, his breath hot on my sensitive flesh. His fingers spread me open, and he leans in, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path from my entrance to my clit.

I cry out, my hips jerking at the sudden sensation. He does it again, his tongue dipping inside me briefly before moving back to my clit, circling it, sucking it gently between his lips.

"Vincent!" I cry out, my hands fisting in his hair as he sets a relentless pace, his tongue and lips working me into a frenzy. Heslips two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that sweet spot deep within, his mouth never leaving my clit.

"You taste so fucking good," he growls against me, the vibration sending me even higher. "I could eat you all day, Melinda. I could live between your thighs."

His words, combined with his mouth and his fingers, send me careening over the edge. I come hard, screaming his name, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.

Vincent rides out my orgasm, his fingers and mouth drawing out every last pulse of pleasure. When I finally collapse back onto the bed, he grins up at me, his face glistening with my arousal.

"That was just the appetizer," he growls, crawling up my body. His cock, hard and ready, nudges at my entrance. "Now I'm going to fuck you hard. I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name."

I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, urging him inside. "Yes," I whisper, my voice hoarse from my cries of pleasure. "Fuck me, Vincent. Make me yours."

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