Vincent (Made Men Book 2)(89)

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When the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, Nero quickly pulled Elle off, whispering, “Thank God,” under his breath.

Vincent pulled Lake off the elevator, his hand remaining on her ass.

Going to their doors, Vincent and Nero both hurriedly tried to unlock them.

Lake and Elle looked at each other, blushing again and trying not to laugh at the two attempting to get the doors open.

“Remember what I said about letting him … you know,” Elle whispered to her.

Nope. “Still not happening,”

Nero was the first to finally manage to find his key and get the door opened.

“See you tomorrow, Elle.” Lake laughed when Nero grabbed Elle’s hand and pulled her inside.

“Hell no.” Nero slammed the door shut.

Lake’s hand was quickly grabbed and she was jerked inside, making her forget about yelling at Nero through the door.

Vincent pushed her against the door, closing his mouth over hers and kissing her hard. His hand moved to her pussy, rubbing her through her panties once again.

She grabbed his jacket, pulling him closer and pressing her body onto his hand, wanting more. Mimicking what he usually did, she used her tongue to get his out so she could suck it hard into her mouth.

He groaned before he pulled away and leaned down, pulling her over his shoulder.

“Vincent, what are you doing?” she screamed when he stood and quickly began walking through the house. She tried to stay still when he started walking up the steps, afraid he might drop her.

“About to fuck you.” He slapped her exposed ass, which was over his shoulder.

She gasped when he threw her down onto the bed before pulling down her panties and quickly tossing them across the room. Watching him hastily take off his clothes, she was a little disappointed. She had wanted to do it while she took her time kissing and exploring his body. He was rushing too much for that to happen, though, and by the semi-crazed look on his face, he was barely holding it together.

He threw his shirt to the ground as he stared down at her. “You’re going to let me taste that sweet pussy.”

Lake tried to back up on the bed. “V-Vincent, you’re going too fast.”

“Baby, this is me going slow.” He planted another kiss on her lips then quickly spread her legs, making her dress come up over her hips. Leaving her hot mouth, he placed kisses on the inside of her thighs.

Looking down at him edging closer to her sex, she could feel the wetness begin to pool between her legs. Her chest grew heavy in anticipation. The last thing she expected was him doing—her mouth fell open and all thought was lost when his tongue traced over her folds.

After his teases of light licks and kisses, he placed his tongue at the bottom of her pussy then licked up.

“You taste fucking delicious.”

Lake’s legs instinctively tried to close when his tongue slid into her pussy, unable to take the erotic sensation. However, he forced her thighs back down and held them wider for him to nuzzle deeper into her folds. The long strokes continued as he worked deeper into her crevice. Her head fell back, whimpering loudly when he wiggled his tongue inside of her deeply.

Smiling against her, pleased with himself, Vincent latched onto her clit and sucked the small bud into his mouth.

She reached for him, grabbing a handful of his hair in her hands and pulling. “Vincent!” she said with a moan. His tight suction on her clit was going to make her orgasm any second.

He lapped at her one last time before he rose and yanked off his pants, groaning when the cold air hit his hard length.

When he reached out and grabbed her ankles then slowly started pulling her down to the edge of the bed, one thought crossed her mind: He’s going to fucking kill me, isn’t he?

Grabbing onto her stiletto heels, he pulled them up in the air and lightly kissed her right foot when her ass reached the end of the bed.

“You are so goddamn hot.”

“Fuc—” she screamed, covering her mouth when he spread her legs apart then buried his dick inside of her in one swift and precise movement.

He held his dick there for a moment, holding her still by her thighs, letting her adjust to his size before he slid halfway out then back in. His thrusts were long and slow starting out yet quickly sped up as they both were teetering on the edge after such a long build-up.

“Harder,” she moaned, wanting him somehow deeper inside her, unable to match his thrusts in that position.

One of his hands moved from her thigh and pulled down the top of her dress, exposing her breasts. He squeezed one as he held her thigh tighter, picking up his speed while thrusting harder and harder into her pussy.

“Fuck, baby, come for me,” he groaned, pinching her nipple.