Finally Us (Next Generation #5) - J.M. Walker Page 0,38

that my girl liked it not just dark but rough as well.

“Vince,” she whispered, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Yeah?” I kissed the spot beneath her ear, still running my fingers back and forth over the hot flesh between her thighs.

“Happy birthday, baby.” She grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand closer until my fingers slipped into her.

I smirked, nipping along the length of her throat. “Something you want?”

“God, yes.” Her eyes popped open, her gaze meeting mine.

Fisting her hair, I tugged her head back and began thrusting my fingers in and out of her. Her pussy was still soaked from the many times I had come inside her earlier but the alpha in me, didn’t care. It had been my way of marking her, claiming her, letting her know that I was the only man who made her feel the way I had. She was mine. I was hers. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You sore, baby?” I murmured against her ear.

“Not sore enough.” She pushed her ass into my waist, the tip of my cock bumping her center. “I want more.”

“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” I pulled my hand from between her legs, wrapping it around my cock and brushing the head against her pussy.

“Please, Vince,” she whined, her body shaking.

“No.” As much as I wanted her, I was in the mood to tease her more.

“God.” Her hips moved back and forth, running herself over the tip of my dick. She tried lowering her body down the length of me, but I was having none of it.

In a quick move, I landed a hard swat against her ass. “I said no.”

“Vince.” Her eyes locked with mine, dark and wild. “But you…you’re hard. I know you want me.”

I chuckled, rolling her onto her back and moving to the spot between her legs. “Of course, I want you.” My dick rested against her mound, a hot shiver racing down my spine. It took every ounce of control I was made of not to thrust inside her. But we had only just started sleeping together again after waiting three years. What was a few more hours?

“Please.”

Resting my elbows on either side of her head, I placed a soft peck on her mouth. “As much as I want to fuck you until you can no longer walk, that has to wait.” My lips slid down the length of her jaw until they reached her ear. “I’ll see you tonight at my party. You’re going to come home with me. And I’m going to spend all night doing things to you, you’ve only ever read about.”

She shivered. “Promise?”

“Yeah, Queenie.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “I promise.”

“Good.” She pushed against me. “Then if you’re not going to fuck me, you need to get off of me.”

I laughed. “Grumpy much?”

She giggled, a flush of red hitting her cheeks. “I need to take a shower. Or we can take one together.” She waggled her eyebrows.

“We can but I’m still not fucking you. Not until tonight. Because you know, anticipation and all.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Careful,” I growled.

“Whatever.” Gigi rose from the bed, walking past me in all her beautiful naked glory. “It’s not like you’re going to do anything about it anyway.”

Before she got very far, I was on her.

Her squeals turned into laughter followed by moans shortly after. When I shoved my face between her milky white thighs, all thoughts of waiting to have sex again left her once I had her coming on my tongue in a matter of minutes.

Vince

It had been a few hours since I left Gigi’s place. I cooked her breakfast and we ate in a comfortable silence. It was now later into the evening and my birthday party she had planned, was in full swing. I never thought her of all people, would plan it at a strip club but I had heard that she taught some of the dancers and became friends with the owners. So it made sense.

I understood why she danced. She was never comfortable with anyone else to show them exactly who she was. So she spoke through the way she moved her body. Even I had issues breaking down her barriers, but I would. If I had to use her body to get her to talk to me, I would. And eventually, I would help her embrace every kinky desire she craved.

I should have told Gigi that I didn’t need a party. I would rather spend the day with her. Maybe have