Finally Us (Next Generation #5) - J.M. Walker Page 0,90
was but I still enjoyed hearing him telling me what to do. His cock was thrusting back and forth down the length of my tongue. My wrists were tied behind my back by one of his belts. He didn’t want me touching myself before he had a chance to.
Vince thrust between my lips, pushing his cock into my mouth as deep as it would go. “Fucking hell, Gigi. I love how you suck cock like a damn porn star.”
A muffled laugh left me.
Opening my mouth wider, I breathed through my nose and took him even deeper.
His eyes landed on me. They were dark, so damn dark I couldn’t see the pupils. He pushed into me, leaning me against the edge of the bed. “You know I respect the hell out of you right?”
I nodded, running my tongue back and forth along a vein.
He shivered. “You want rougher?”
I moaned, nodding.
A wicked grin spread on his face. “Brace yourself, baby. I’ve been saving my cum for that little belly of yours.”
His words were vulgar but made me wet just the same.
I enjoyed this side of him, and it only seemed to get worse the longer we went without having sex. While we had foreplay, it wasn’t the same and definitely not enough to curb that craving we had for each other.
Vince thrust his cock between my lips. It was hard, rough, fast. My lips burned at being open for so long. Spittle dripped out of the corners of my mouth but that only made him fuck my face faster. His breathing picked up, his chest rising and falling when he threw his head back. He ripped his cock from my mouth and wrapped a hand around the base, pumping hard and fast. Hot jets of his cum splashed against my face.
I stuck my tongue out, a couple of drops landing on it.
Vince’s dark eyes met mine, his grin widening. “I’m yours.”
“You’re mine.” I licked my lips, the saltiness of him making my taste buds tingle.
When he calmed down, he petted a hand over my head. “Stay there.”
Not like I could go anywhere anyway.
He went to his pants that had somehow landed on my dresser and pulled his phone from the pocket. He came back toward me and held the phone out.
“Are you taking a picture right now?” I asked, a nervous laugh leaving me.
Vince winked. “Oh yeah.”
I shook my head, but I couldn’t help the smile forming on my face.
“We have quite the collection,” he told me, snapping a picture and placing his phone on my nightstand.
I couldn’t wait to see them but right now, I really needed him inside me. Even if we went slow, I didn’t care. I needed to feel him. I needed more than just foreplay.
Vince went to the laundry hamper and grabbed a towel before coming back and kneeling in front of me. He wiped my face, giving me a small smile. “Thank you.”
I only nodded. My bones were practically vibrating out of my skin.
When he was done cleaning me, he removed the belt from around my wrists.
As soon as they were free, I jumped into his arms and crushed my mouth to his.
“Gigi,” he murmured against my lips.
“Please make love to me,” I whispered. “We can go slow.”
“You know neither of us like slow,” Vince reminded me, placing a soft peck on my jaw.
“I don’t care. I need you inside me.”
Vince wrapped his arms around me and lifted me. Placing me on the bed, he lowered his mouth to my nipple. “Slow?” he asked, sinking his teeth into the budding peak.
“Slow,” I whimpered, pushing my fingers through his hair. “Please. I need you, Vince.”
His dark eyes met mine. Crawling between my knees, he crushed his mouth to mine and took things as slow as we could handle. Although we liked it rough and fast, hard and intense, the sweet slow movements of his lovemaking forced these newfound feelings deep inside of me. It was nothing like I expected coming from him. He was dirty, vulgar, giving me every amount of pleasure I could ever hope for and more. He took me away, forced me over the edge of ecstasy and jumped right along beside me until the only thing we could focus on was each other.
Vince
In the weeks following, we soaked up as much time together as we could, despite our busy schedules. We told the rest of our friends and family about the baby. I had actually wanted to keep it to myself and not