I sit down on the bed beside her again. “Listen. I get that this all freaks you out. I do. It’s fucked up that I put you in this situation, but I’d do it again in a fuckin’ heartbeat if it was the only way to get my hands on you. I’m not sorry for it. I’m going to make it right, though.”
She frowns, looking down and playing with her fingernails. “I can’t,” she says again, so softly I can barely hear it.
I move closer on the bed and capture her mouth in mine. For a few seconds, she doesn’t respond. It’s like kissing a corpse, albeit a warm corpse with fuck-me lips. I move my hand up her thigh and she finally responds to my kiss, hesitantly. She pulls back just barely, still so close that her lips brush mine when she speaks. “Please,” she whispers.
I kiss her again before she can finish. Please stop, please don’t stop—I don’t want to know what she was about to say, because I know what she wants, what she needs. She kisses me back as I ease her down until I’m straddling her, careful not to let my weight press on her bruised body. Though I want to climb atop her and fuck into her until she cries my name, I know it’s not the time. She’s still healing, and she’s still in a fragile state of mind. I move my hand down to cup one of her breasts, whispering in her ear and kissing beneath it as I do. “I’m going to make you cum with my fingers inside you. I’m going to do it every day until you’re better, until you’re begging me to give you my fat cock again.”
She moans, arching her neck.
“Tell me you want my fingers inside you,” I growl.
She says nothing and I see her cheeks burning red. I stop moving my hand and it rests on the swollen flesh of her mound, inches from her clit.
“I want it,” she says quietly.
“You want what?”
“Your fingers.”
“Where?”
“Inside me. Fuck me with your fingers. Please.”
My cock is so hard it feels like it’s going to burst, but I bite my lip and keep it in my pants. It’s going to feel so good fucking her when she begs me for it, when she can’t help herself from asking for it. It will be worth the wait. I move the flat of my hand over her clit, circling it with the point of my middle finger.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet. You wanted this so bad.”
“Mhmm,” she moans, eyes squeezed shut. Her small hand squeezes her heavy tit and teases the nipple.
God. It’s like she’s trying to make me give up and just fuck her raw right here. She’s so unbelievably hot. I work her with my fingers, whispering the dirty things I want to do to her in her ear. She rocks against me, biting my shoulder and groping for my cock as she rolls into me, scissoring my hand with her thighs. She squeezes my cock hard as her legs spasm, she cries out, her breath tickling my chest.
“Vince!”
“Fuck,” I say. I pull my hand away and then lift her chin as she’s still shaking. I make her suck her own juices off my fingers and watch as she closes her eyes, lapping it up, circling my fingers with her tongue. She moans against me and I fuckin’ love it. “You like that? You like tasting your own pussy?”
Her cheeks burn red, but she nods, pulling her lips from my finger with a wet sound. Once she’s finished, I still have a raging hard-on, but I said I wouldn’t give it to her ‘til she begged for it, and I’m sticking to that. Besides, a little finger-fucking isn’t going to slow down her recovery, the way I need to fuck her would. I want to fuck her so hard that she forgets how to even think she could live without me.
I’m considering giving her another round, maybe going down on her this time, when my phone buzzes on the nightstand. Everybody knows not to dare calling me unless it’s important, so I don’t waste any time grabbing it and answering.
“Boss. We got him.” It’s Jimmy.
“Where?” I ask.
“Your pop’s place.”
“The fuck are you doing bringing him to Pops? Nevermind. I’ll be there soon. Keep him fresh for me.”
I hang up the phone and jab a finger at Aubriella. “I need you to stay put this time. Do you understand me?”
She crosses her arms beneath her tits and gives me a petulant look. “I think I learned my lesson. You don’t need to remind me.”
I sigh. “Fair enough. Just be careful. If you stay here, you’re safe. No one can come up that lift without my personal approval. You’re untouchable here.”
She looks sour, but nods.
“Good girl,” I say with a smirk. I lean in to kiss her hard on the mouth and cup one of her tits while I’m at it. She arches her back toward me, but I pull away, still smirking.