“Oh God,” she said, clapping her hand over her eyes. “I can’t believe this is happening. I’m not really into this sort of thing. I’m sorry, I’m sure you’re very talented but I’m just not into this…you know, type of thing.” He ignored her and tugged her panties free, tossing them to the floorboard as he feasted his eyes on the lovely little mound and sweet, dewy cleft. Had he ever seen a more beautiful pussy? He couldn’t wait to taste and explore those secret feminine folds but he soon realized Emma was babbling and he smiled, eager to hear her words turn to gasps. “I mean, I know guys feel obligated to go down on a woman but— Oh!” Vince parted her nether lips and dipped his tongue inside for an exploratory taste, wanting to savor every second of her essence on his tongue. His eyes slammed shut as a wave of intense lust overtook him, rocking against his ability to remain cool and in control, even in his most intense sexual encounters. He wanted to own every moan, every gasp, every sensation rioting through Emma’s body starting with this moment. He buried his face between her damp folds, inhaling the beautifully feminine musk, loving it more than any expensive perfume ever dabbed along a female’s flesh. Vince found the rigid fleshy nub and began to mercilessly tease and coax it into swelling beneath his tongue.
“Oh God,” she whimpered, her hands clutching mindlessly at the black leather, her hips jerking as he held her down, anchored to his marauding mouth. “V-Vince…oh God…Ohh! Ohhhh!” Sweat dampened his hairline as he pushed her to that edge, needing to know that he’d made her cum. It mattered to him unlike ever before that he was the one to make her shatter. Within seconds her thighs began to shake and he crowed silently, driving that tempo to its final conclusion. Cum for me, baby, he thought, lapping at the tiny, engorged little clit, and then she stiffened and her strangled cry was music to his ears as she thrashed against the waves rocking her body. He pulled away slowly and watched as she rolled to her side, curling into a limp ball as she gasped with the pleasure. Finally she flopped to her back to stare at him, almost uncomprehending of what had just happened. When she could speak again, she slowly sat up and tried to push the wild hair from her eyes. She looked adorably disheveled and it occurred to him that she looked more beautiful now than all dolled up. Perhaps he would keep her in his bed at all times. “I never knew…” she said, then as if realizing she’d spoken outloud, blushed and looked away. “I don’t even know what to say. This is embarrassing.”
“Nonsense,” he disagreed, shocking her when he pulled her into his lap. “There is nothing embarrassing about satisfying one’s desire. Haven’t your lovers brought you to climax before?”
She looked away, biting her lip. “Um, not like that.”
“Did you like it?” he asked gently, completely enchanted with the soft and vulnerable expression on her face, knowing she was anything but soft. He snagged her chin when she refused to look at him. He shared in a low husky tone, “I liked it very much and I will do it again…very soon.”
Emma’s breath caught and he captured her lips, wanting her to smell herself on his lips. In Vince’s opinion, there was nothing more sensual than the smell of a woman’s musk and Emma’s scent in particular drove him wild. Vince sensed beneath that prim exterior was a passionate woman dying to live life to its fullest. The fact that she buttoned herself down to satisfy some sense of forced responsibility made him want to tear down every wall and introduce her to untold pleasures. When he pulled away they were both breathless and nearly tearing at each other’s clothing but before they could get very far, the Towncar stopped and Vince all but jerked Emma from the car and rushed her to the penthouse elevator. The second the doors closed, he was at her again, needing to taste every inch of her skin before the night was through. Don’t think, just feel, he told himself. Emma hopped into his arms, her dress hiked up to her hips, exposing the sweet ass that he couldn’t wait to slap as he pounded into her tight body, and he carried her through the door, slamming it shut behind him with his foot.
They reached the bedroom and he set her down. “Dress off. Now.” It was all he could do to utter the words, his throat was strangled with the need to fuck her senseless. She fumbled with the zipper and with a growl, he turned her over and relieved her of the dress with a jerk. She gasped and went to roll from her belly to her back but he was on her before she could finish the rotation. “Not so fast. I like you right like this,” he said against her ear. He loved the vulnerability of a woman on her belly, her soft, feminine parts, lifted for his perusal. Fucking a woman doggy-style was his favorite and he was nearly shaking with his desire to have Emma that way. He divested himself of his own clothing and palmed his thick, swollen cock. “On your hands and knees, little dove,” he instructed and she rose, looking back at him, her gaze going straight to his cock. “Do you like what you see?” he asked. Her cheeks burned brighter but she nodded. “Say it. Tell me you want my cock,” he said, going to her, bracketing her hips with his hands, his mouth going dry at the lovely sight until he saw the bruises someone else had left on her smooth skin. He would make that bastard pay for daring to mar Emma’s body. He would rip the fucker’s head clean from his shoulders if he got the chance. Vince rubbed the cleft where his mouth had been only moments prior and gently inserted his finger but the moment he pressed, she yelped and collapsed on her stomach with a shudder, clenching her legs shut.
“I’m sorry,” she cried, scrambling to a sitting position, her eyes glazed with more than arousal. “I can’t.”
And he knew why. She started to babble an explanation but he didn’t need one and immediately shooshed her, instead pulled her close, more intent on calming her than anything else. His heart beat with the urge to commit murder at seeing Emma react like that because of what had happened. Emma buried her face against him. “I want to,” she said, almost mournfully. “But the minute you touched me like that…it reminded me of what he’d done to me without my consent. I’m sorry…”
“There’s no need to apologize,” he said gruffly. “It’s understandable.”
He should’ve been pissed at being denied. Vince had never suffered a rejection of this kind without finding an immediate alternative outlet but he felt no desire to fuck anyone but Emma. Emma intrigued him, he told himself when an alarm sounded. How could he not be? She was a contradiction in all things: smart yet reckless; sexy yet naïve; and defiant yet vulnerable — all wrapped up in the hottest body he’d ever seen.
And her eyes were pretty spectacular, too. Not that he was the kind of guy who waxed poetically about a woman’s eye color. But, yeah, Emma was hot in all sorts of ways.
Vince was not a patient man but he found himself willing to wait for Emma to be ready. For the moment, anyway.
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Emma felt hot and scratchy and wretched. She’d been fully prepared to let Vince ruin her for the night and then, suddenly everything had been really ruined by her unexpected reaction. It’d just been Vince’s finger yet suddenly, she’d been right back in that cursed dungeon being beaten and violated by a stranger and every hot, slippery feeling in her downstairs area had evaporated, leaving her crying and trying to get away from the man who’d given her the single most amazing orgasm she’d ever experienced.
How embarrassing.
“Where did you learn how to do that,” she asked, when both their breathing had calmed and they were simply lying in each other’s arms (and yes, she was tripping a little at that even but she really liked it just the same.) “I mean, you must’ve done that a lot of times to get that good.”
He shrugged. “Practice does make perfect.”
“So modest. Do I want to know how many women you’ve…you know.”
“No.”
“Dumb question,” she muttered to herself, then added. “Well, I really liked it. I guess I never had it done well enough to know what I was missing.”
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest and she smiled. “So you mean to tell me that none of your beta boys liked eating pussy?”
“I don’t know if they liked it or not but they weren’t very good at it. I think I told myself that I didn’t like it much to spare their feelings so they didn’t feel inadequate.”
“And what do you think about it now?”
“I think I don’t want to go back to not having it,” she admitted, adding sheepishly. “When do you think you might want to do it again? Just the oral part, I mean.”
He stilled and she thought perhaps she’d inadvertently offended him. He rose above her, his gaze finding hers in the dim moonlit room and what she saw made her breath squeeze from her lungs. He was so powerful, so virile — and yet, when it had mattered — so gentle. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you,” he said.
She swallowed, her entire body warming at the instant heat generated between them. “I want you to do that thing to me again…” she whispered.