“Tell me.” Emma blushed. He wanted her to talk dirty to him, to tell him how much she loved the feel of his mouth on her most sensitive parts, making her cry out like a beast in heat. She twisted against the shamefully erotic feelings bouncing through her body, igniting the engines and chasing away any remaining terror. He captured her mouth gently, coaxing her lips open, teasing her tongue with his as he murmured against her mouth. “Say it, little dove. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
“I want you to…eat me,” she said, squeezing her eyes shut at the wild lust that pounded through her at the dirty words. “Eat me, Vince. Make me cum again and again!” Any other time she would’ve cringed at the words dropping from her mouth but she was consumed with the need to experience that internal explosion that freed her from the need to think and if it meant talking dirty, she was willing to do it. With some practice, she might even get good at it.
And then Vince was sliding down her body, kissing and sucking as he went, creating a fire in the pit of her belly that threatened to consume her if she wasn’t careful. But she didn’t want to be careful. She wanted to forget everything that’d happened in the last six months — including what’d happened to Lana and how her life had changed in an instant.
“You taste so good,” he said as he buried his face between her folds, sucking and licking, teasing and nipping until she was gasping and crying with pure, unadulterated pleasure. This was insanity and she welcomed it with open arms. “Yes,” he murmured when she clutched at his head, urging him on, any lingering shyness trampled by the wondrous need crashing through her body. She clamped her legs around his neck and he gripped her ass tightly as he drove her to that edge without mercy once again. And like a well-oiled machine, he rang her bell a second time, leaving her gasping and crying and shuddering all at once. But this time she wanted more than to lie limply as she recovered, she wanted more than she could possibly imagine that she would want to take from Vince Buchanan. When he pulled away, she pushed him down to the bed and anchored herself on his cock, closing her eyes at the delicious sensation of being stretched to accommodate his thick length. This was no finger. And thus, she had no reservations about taking it all the way. She quaked as her body exploded with riots of pleasure, the head of his cock rubbing against a sweet spot that she’d only experienced glimpses of pleasure from in the past. She moaned and rocked against that spot, losing herself to the pleasure of having her G-spot stimulated and when she hazily opened her eyes she saw the most erotic vision she’d ever seen — Vince, straining, the cords popping in his neck as he groaned, his hands anchored on her hips as she rode him. She could feel him surging against her and she imagined the mushroom head of his cock blooming as he lifted his hips in time with her rocking thrusts. “Oh God, yes, Vince!” she cried out, barreling toward that cresting moment, everything shaking and tingling as her entire body went on high alert until her mouth dropped open and her eyes rolled into her head with a different climax than the clitoral explosion she’d experienced earlier. This time, she nearly lost her mind with the pleasure rocking her insides, melting her will and turning her into a gasping, crying, moaning porn star with all cameras trained on her for the money shot. “V-Vince…” she whimpered as she fell forward on his chest, trying to catch her breath but he wasn’t finished. She was barely aware when he rolled her to her back and began pounding into her, his face a mask of carnal focus. His muscles stood out as he lifted himself above her, his hips thrusting as his cock continued to drive her and she wrapped her legs around his torso as he lifted her into his lap, cock still buried inside her. “I can’t take anymore,” she said, losing her mind to the pleasure beginning to build inexplicably again.
“You were made for sex, baby,” he said, nailing her to the wall, ravishing her neck as he filled his palms with her ass. “I could fuck you all day and never tire of the feel of your pussy clenched around my cock.”
She thrilled at his dirty words, wondering how she’d ever thought sex was hardly something to get worked up about. Clearly, she’d been wasting time with those beta boys. “Tell me how you’d like to fuck me,” she said, tugging on his earlobe with a light nip of her teeth. She’d like to bury her teeth in his luscious ass! What would it be like to stick her tongue…she could barely say the words even in her head but she found the idea incredibly hot.
“I’d like to bend you over and fuck you so hard it jars your teeth,” he growled and she loved the sound of it.
“Then do it,” she said with a wicked laugh. “Fuck me raw, Vince Buchanan!”
“My pleasure,” he said and as they tumbled to the bed, there was a resounding crack from beneath them, but Vince didn’t seem to care. And in fact, when she said, “I think your bed just broke” he shrugged and flipped her to her stomach, saying he’d buy another. His answer caused her to laugh giddily. If it’d been her bed, she’d have freaked out. She couldn’t afford new sheets much less a new bed. But before she could say something to that effect, he’d grabbed her hips and pulled her backward so that her ass was in the air, ready for him. She shivered but had little time to do much more before he’d seated himself deep inside her channel with a good thrust. In this position, he could go much deeper and a groan popped from her mouth. Good God, she felt impaled — and it felt better than she’d ever imagined it would.
Now she knew why women trailed the Buchanan’s like lost sheep.
Hell, anything that felt this amazing should be against the law because two seconds later, she was lost to rational thought and her sense of self just left the building.
All that mattered was that Vince’s cock never stopped fucking her.
-11-
Vince awoke slowly and realized Emma was curled into his side. For a long moment he remained, the memory of last night dominating his waking thoughts and causing a warm smile to follow. Emma’s body next to his felt right. He didn’t want to examine that reasoning too closely, not just yet. There was plenty of time to dissect it to pieces later. For now, he wanted to savor whatever this was.
Emma stirred and her hand slid across his chest as she burrowed closer to him. Her small body fit like a puzzle piece against his and it took everything in him not to pull her right on top of him for an early morning romp. His third leg was certainly willing as evidenced by his hard-as-iron erection that was practically tenting the sheets but he wanted to give Emma a chance to recover, considering she was still healing from her ordeal.
Speaking of…he sighed and grabbed his cell phone, turning it on. He’d purposefully shut off his cell last night so he could focus all of his attention on Emma but he had to return to the real world eventually. As he’d expected, he had multiple voicemails but it was the one from Nolan that had him bounding from the bed.
Emma peered at him as she yawned, saying, “What’s going on?”
“Shit!” He stubbed his toe on the dresser as he ran by picking up clothes and jerking them on. “I missed a really important phone call from my brother. Get dressed. Hurry.”
Emma frowned and rushed to find some clothes. She grabbed the first thing she could find of the clothes Vince had brought to her and followed his lead. “Is it about the club? Have they found who attacked me and Lana?” she asked.
“No, it’s Penny….she’s in labor. Or at least she was around 10 p.m. last night. Hell, how long does it take to pop out a kid? Maybe the baby’s already here? Crap. I’m going to catch shit for not taking that phone call.”
“Baby? Wait a minute…you want me to come with you to the hospital?”
“Yeah,” he answered, running a toothbrush across his teeth. “I can’t leave you here.”
“And why not?”
“Because I don’t trust you not to run off. Regardless of what happened between us last night, the fact remains that I need you here with me until we figure things out about the club.”
She stared, openly wounded. “Oh, I get it. Last night was just sex. Nothing has changed between us. I’m still a prisoner and you’re still an asshole.”
“C’mon, cut the crap. I never promised a happily-ever-after after one night of sex. Get over yourself.”
“You get over yourself,” Emma shot back but her eyes glittered. “I can’t believe I thought for a second that you weren’t the cold-hearted dick that you seem to be. I was wrong…you’re worse than a cold-hearted dick — you’re an unfeeling bastard!”
“That’s right sweetheart,” Vince said, fighting against the feeling that he was fucking something up that could be really great. Screw that. He didn’t need this kind of entanglement in his life. Besides, it was better to douse that sappy look in her eyes now than later when she’s more attached. He was doing her a favor, which she would realize after she’s had some distance. “Now get dressed. I want to leave in five minutes, no later.”
And then he walked away as if he’d already forgotten she was there, even though his heart was telling him he was making a huge mistake.