Page 100 of The Defender
“I did make you come so hard that you drenched my face, so I’d say that’s well-deserved,” he drawled, a grin playing around the corners of his mouth.
I rolled my eyes even as a blush stained my cheeks. “Yet you lost the bet.” I rapped my knuckles against the headboard. “Not a peep from my neighbor.”
“That was just the warm-up. We’re not done yet.”
My lips parted when I felt him stir against my leg. “You can’t possibly be ready again. It hasn’t even been two minutes!”
“What can I say? I have great stamina.” Vincent’s eyes gleamed at my sputters of shock. “You should know better than to tell me something is impossible. I take that as a challenge.”
“There’s no way.” I refused to believe it. “That recovery time is not humanly possible.”
“Let’s test it out. Get on your hands and knees.”
Moisture pooled between my thighs, but I lifted my chin in defiance just to see what he would do.
Vincent’s grin disappeared. His voice turned soft but lethal. “Now, Brooklyn.”
The wetness turned into a throbbing ache.
Fuck, that was hot. It shouldn’t be, but it was.
If he talked to me like that outside the bedroom, we’d have a problem. But here…
A shiver of anticipation cascaded down my spine. I did as he asked while he retrieved a condom from his wallet. My breaths turned heavy again when I heard the telltale rip of foil, followed by the nudge of his cock against my entrance.
His hands gripped my hips as he pushed inside me, inch by inch. I gasped, my eyes watering again at the almost painful stretch of his cock. I’d gotten comfortable with his size while I was sucking him off, but there was a difference between taking him down my throat and taking him in my pussy. He was only halfway in, and I was already stretched so tight I might split in half if I took any more.
“Breathe,” Vincent murmured. His hands grasped my hips, holding me up while a shudder rolled through my body. “That’s it.”
Inhale, exhale.I took a few more deep breaths until I relaxed enough for him to bury the full length of his cock inside me.
I closed my eyes, whimpers falling out of my mouth when he started moving. Then he picked up speed, his hips slamming against my ass, and those whimpers turned into moans.
The pain receded, replaced with sharp, stinging pleasure. “Yes. Yes, yes, oh, God, yes! Harder—fuck!” I squealed when he hit a spot inside me that made me see stars.
The world fell away, stripped of everything except the sensation of his cock pounding inside me and the sounds of his grunts mixed with my cries.
Like our kiss, this felt impossiblyright, as though we were two lost puzzle pieces that had somehow found their way back together. Vincent filled me up so perfectly that I couldn’t remember a time when he hadn’t been there, and we weren’t connected.
My moans were loud and desperate, and I could feel myself getting closer with every thrust.
“I’m going to come,” I panted, my voice breaking. “Harder,please. Fuck me harder. I need to—I’m so close?—”
Vincent’s grip tightened around my hips. His next thrust was so brutal it sent me pitching forward on the bed, and thepressure inside me wound just a little tighter, a little closer to snapping.
“Do it,” he growled. “Come for me. I want to feel that pretty little cunt drenching my cock.”
That was all it took to tip me over the edge. I came with a scream, my pussy clenching around him as white-hot lightning streaked through me. It was so bright and intense, the world fractured at the edges. I was nothing more than a thousand pieces of sensation held together by one shuddering heartbeat—nerves alight, limbs trembling, mind wiped of everything except heat and pleasure andhim.
Vincent grunted, his thrusts growing more erratic as he chased his own release. He came seconds after me, right as someone pounded furiously on the bedroom wall.
“Shut up!” My neighbor’s cranky voice bled through the thin wood. “I’m trying to sleep over here!”
I was still caught up in the tail end of my orgasm, but I couldn’t help my giggle. Vincent’s groan of pleasure also melted into a laugh as he pulled out of me and disposed of his condom.
“Congratulations.” I stretched and yawned. I always got so sleepy after sex. “You won the bet.”
“Upset you lost?”
