Vincent (Made Men Book 2)(73)

He lightly smoothed his hand over her right breast as he claimed her mouth for a kiss. “Perfect,” he said against her lips while he rolled his thumb over her nipple, bringing it to a peak.

Lake whimpered under his touch as he continued to torture her nipple. She enveloped his neck with her arms, uncertain whether her legs were going to keep her up much longer. When he quickly picked her up and started heading toward his bed, she wrapped her legs around him.

Forcefully kissing him back, she sucked his tongue into her mouth, wanting to taste him on her own.

Just as quickly as he had picked her up, he laid her on the bottom of the bed, staring down over her.

Why won’t he let me kiss him? She was becoming sexually frustrated by that point. It wasn’t fair that he could do whatever he wanted to her, but she couldn’t return the favor.

Lake leaned up and went for the towel, but Vincent caught her hand before it could come any closer.

“Don’t move,” he growled at her.

That was the closest she had seen him to his dark side in a month. She didn’t like it when he would get like that, and she especially didn’t like it when she was half-naked in his bed.

“How come you keep stopping me from kissing you, or anything else for that matter? Am I that bad?”

He shook his head and seemed almost appalled she would think that. “No, baby. I want you too badly right now. I’ve wanted you for fucking months. I’m trying to go slow with you, but you kiss too fucking good. I will hurt you if you don’t stay still, and then I won’t forgive myself if I make this more painful for you than it’s already going to be.”

As he spoke, Lake began to see him differently. She could see and feel his hands beginning to shake. He wasn’t teetering on the edge of his dark side; the Vincent in front of her was the purest version of him. He was physically torturing himself to keep from causing her any pain or discomfort.

She laced her fingers in his. “You couldn’t hurt me.”

She truly believed that, too. He had only hurt her once, and it had been that day he had dropped her off at her mother’s house, but she could finally see it had hurt him just as much. In her heart, she knew he wouldn’t ever want to do that again, which was why he went above and beyond to keep her happy.

“Yes, I can, Lake. Just promise me you will stay still.” His breathing became heavy when he leaned down to give her a kiss.

“I promise I will try.” She smiled before she nipped at his bottom lip.

Vincent’s hands ran over her stockings and onto the tops of her bare thighs. “I’ve had to watch you walk around in these things and your heels, so I deserve to get to fuck you in them.” He inched up and grabbed the sides of her silk, black panties.

She slightly lifted her hips when he began pulling them down. Her cheeks heated from being nervous as he slipped them down over her stockings and high heels.

Looking down at her perfectly smooth pussy, his eyes became darker. “Fuck.”

Lake’s eyes widened when he hurriedly dropped the towel down from his hips, springing free his huge and very hard dick. Oh, my fucking Go—

All thoughts were lost when he kissed her senseless, moving her up the bed. Her chest grew heavy as he kissed her sensitive neck then swiftly took an even more sensitive pink nipple into his mouth, making her gasp.

Then his hand went to cup her pussy, and his middle finger pressed at her folds. “How is every fucking part of you so fucking silky?” His voice sounded tortured, matching his appearance.

It was hard for her to concentrate on what he had said as his finger plunged inside of her. She had to bite her bottom lip to keep from screaming out.

“Baby, you are so tight and wet for me.” He moved to her neglected nipple and sucked it until it turned into a tight, little nub as his finger slid in her deeper.

Lake reached out, twisting her fingers into his hair, a moan passing her lips when his thumb swiped over her clit. After a few more passes, she felt another finger enter her and he started a motion inside of her, fucking her pussy with his fingers.

She pulled at his hair when he removed his thumb from over her clit right when she was sure she was on the verge of coming. He’s going to kill me.

“Vincent, please,” she moaned, hoping he would do something to give her release. She felt like crying when he, instead, removed his fingers from her.

Vincent quickly moved his body over hers until the head of his dick was pressed at her folds.

Lake put her hand on his chest, stopping him. “What about a condom?”

“You’re on the pill, and I wouldn’t think about fucking you if I wasn’t sure I’m clean. I’m the only one who will ever fuck your perfect pussy, and I’m not fucking you with a condom. Not now and not ever.” He leaned down and bit the chubby part of her lip while the tip of his cock slid into her pussy.