him, spittle dripping from the corners of my mouth.
“Fuck.” He groaned, his deep voice straining. “Take it, baby. Take it all.”
I panted, breathing through my nose. Reaching around him, I hooked my hands into his pants and pulled them down his legs.
Vince stepped out of them and pushed me back, pumping his hips harder and faster.
The rough use he made of my throat only turned us both on even more.
He was hard. I was wet. It was damn near perfect.
“Is that pussy soaked for me?” he growled, fucking my throat.
I moaned around him, nodding.
“Finger yourself, Gigi,” he demanded, his fingers latching on to my hair.
Spreading my legs, I slipped my hand between my thighs. Not even giving myself the chance to get used to the pleasure rushing through me, I slid two fingers into my body.
“Fuck, yeah that’s it, baby.” Vince powered into my mouth, not giving me a chance to get used to the brutal way he made use of my throat.
I whimpered, my hand picking up speed. Rocking my hips back and forth, I rubbed my palm against my throbbing clit.
My breathing picked up, my thighs trembling. Before I could come, Vince pulled from my lips and shoved me to the ground onto my stomach. He pulled me to all fours and slammed into me.
I screamed, a violent orgasm piercing through me.
Vince pushed his arm against the back of my neck, holding me down and slamming his pelvis against the seat of my ass.
Spreading my legs even wider, I tilted my hips, trying to take him even deeper.
“My girl likes that,” he whispered, nipping the side of my neck. “She likes being used up like a filthy little slut.”
“Yes,” I panted.
Vince reached between us, pulled out of my body, and lined the tip of him up with the tight rim at my ass.
My eyes widened. “What are you doing?”
“Shhh…” He pushed against me, rubbing the tip of him over a spot I never imagined could bring me pleasure.
“Vince,” I whined. “You’re too big.”
He chuckled, biting the spot at the base of my neck. “Trust me. You’re fucking soaked. You’ll be fine. Just breathe and let me in.”
I took a deep breath.
“That’s it. Let your man use every inch of you, baby.” Before I knew what was happening, Vince pushed past the barrier and slid into a part that now also belonged to him. He groaned.
I whimpered, the tiny hairs on my body tingling at the unexpected pleasure rushing through me. It burned but at the same time, felt so damn good, I hadn’t been expecting how good it would feel. “Please move.”
He pushed me onto my stomach, slid his hands beneath my dress and pushed the fabric up and over my head. He tossed it to the side and covered me with his heavy body, pumping his cock into me. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he kissed the corner of my mouth, licking up the drool that I hadn’t wiped from my mouth. “So fucking good.”
“Vince.” I cried out at the burn. “God, it feels…”
“What?” he bit out.
“Good. It feels so good.” My body shook. I could feel him through every inch of me. He was so deep, I could feel him in my chest.
He sunk his teeth into the side of my throat. “You’re fucking incredible.”
“Vince,” I whined.
“Tell me you don’t like this. Tell me you don’t like my cock in your ass. Tell me that kinky little slut inside of you doesn’t enjoy being dominated by her man.”
Before I could get any sort of answer out, his name left my lips as a release slammed into me.
He grunted, taking the very control from my body like it had been his. This whole time. I realized then that it had been.
***
I was vaguely aware of Vince picking me up and carrying me to the second floor of his loft. I wasn’t sure how long I had already been at his apartment. An hour. More. Less. Time was lost to me as he fucked me like a savage beast on the floor.
He placed me in his bed and covered my mouth with his before I ever had a chance to catch my breath. My body was stiff like I had just spent hours dancing. Instead of one of my routines, Vince and I had danced together, our bodies moving and molding as one.
He brought things out of me I never knew were there. He made me realize that I didn’t need to be ashamed of the kink