Chapter 23 – Vincenzo #2
Miss Sassy. With a low growl of pleasure, I sucked the delicate skin hard. My hand skated down the front of her dress. Those lean, muscled thighs clenched as I brushed over them, reaching under the skirt.
“I’ve waited a long time for this.” Her skin was warm and soft against my fingers. “My supper can wait.”
The thin cotton panties hugged her body. I slipped a finger along the center, feeling wetness seep through. A rough groan rumbled through my chest.
“Look at how ready you are for me.” I stroked my finger back and forth.
Amanda’s breath changed. Short, hard bursts. I knew she wanted to deny it, but there was no hiding from the truth. I teased my fingers against her for a few more seconds, until her body arched slightly against me.
It wasn’t a fight.
It was surrender.
Pushing away from the table, I moved to the far end and lay her down.
I misjudged her compliance when she tried to wriggle away from me.
Pinning her legs, I bunched the dress and tugged it up her stomach.
The cotton panties were grey with a tiny pink bow on the upper elastic. There was a damp spot in the middle.
“Why fight this?” I brushed the wetness. “We both know you want it.”
“Principle,” she ground out.
“Fuck your principles,” I growled and slid my hands under her ass.
The curve of her body was achingly familiar, which made little sense. She was more fit ten years ago, and while she still kept a strict workout regimen, there was a slimness about her that I hated. Still, I squeezed and stroked the flesh before pulling the panties down her thighs.
I sucked in a sharp breath when I saw what lay beneath.
Bare skin, with a few prickled red spots. Not a piece of hair to be seen.
“What did you do?” I growled.
Amanda crossed her arms over her chest, not struggling away. She pursed her lips, refusing to give me an answer.
Leaning down, I traced a languid path over her hips and right to where the strips of hair had been ripped away. This groomed version of her was new, and I found myself enjoying the sight, even as I hated the reason.
“You did this for him?” I tapped my fingers against her bare pussy.
Amanda jerked back with a hiss. “I was overdue for the spa. But when my workload lightened, I found I had some free time to resume my regular grooming schedule.”
Regular schedule….
The jealousy ebbed. She was here. With me. This was for my eyes only. The posh British fucker hadn’t seen this, hadn’t sampled her—he’d told me as much when I drugged him at the bar. The only thing they’d done was kiss. For that crime, he’d paid.
Amanda was mine.
Already, her arousal made the skin glisten. I slid my fingers through her folds, my mouth watering for a taste. As I rubbed her clit, Amanda arched with a broken, hoarse moan.
Dio, she was beautiful. Perfect in every way.
And mine to ruin.
I knelt and pressed my lips against her pussy. One flick of my tongue made her shudder. I slid my fingers low, pressing against her center. She moved, trying to meet my touch. With my other hand, I spread her legs wide. She was going to lie there and take everything I gave her.
“Enzo,” she whispered.
My name, the one she was only allowed to use, was a balm to my soul.
One that I didn’t know I needed. As my tongue tortured her, I pressed two fingers into her channel.
Cazzo, she was tight! The pressure of her body was a bolt of heat that shot straight to my dick.
I curled my fingers inside her, making her moan.
Reaching down, I unzipped my slacks. Tugging my dick free, I pumped my fist over the length with hard strokes.
“I didn’t pack condoms,” she muttered.
Was that…disappointment in her voice?
“We don’t need them.” I continued to stroke deep inside her. “You’re on birth control, and we’re both clean.”
Amanda sucked in a sharp inhale and tried to sit up. “How do you know that?”
Removing my fingers, I pushed her down and chuckled. “Are you really surprised that I did my research?”
This time, she sounded grumpy. “No.”
Dropping my head once more, I licked her slowly.
“What—what are you doing?” Amanda struggled onto her elbows, gazing down.
I looked up at her, flicking my tongue against her clit. “Something the matter?”
Her eyes narrowed. “No, just wondering why you’re wasting time teasing us both.”
Funny. She didn’t seem to be bothered by the lack of a condom, either.
“Do you have a problem with foreplay?” I grazed my teeth against her sensitive flesh and buried my fingers deep inside her.
“Either let me come or fuck me,” she rasped and sat up a little bit more, pushing her hands through my hair and forcing my face down. “But quit teasing us.”
I sucked hard and made her moan. It was adorable how she thought she was in charge. Those hands on my head, guiding me where she wanted my mouth. I French kissed her pussy longer, until her moans filled the room and her body tightened.
Right there.
Right on the edge.
What she had yet to learn was that I wasn’t a merciful god.
Pulling back, I rose. Her cry of protest was sweet. Her hands grasped at me as I stepped out of her reach. Standing before her, I switched hands, using the fingers that were drenched with her wetness to tug at my dick. I made her watch.
Irritation wrinkled her face.
Her thighs closed, and she tried to rub some relief into them.
“That’s not going to work, and you know it,” I taunted, sliding my fingers down my shaft.
With a frustrated huff, she sat back, hands planted at her sides. “Fine. What’s it going to take?”
A slow smile spread over my lips. “Beg.”
The sweet sound of her incredulous huff made my balls tighten. I stopped pleasuring myself, already at risk of ending this game early.
“I beg you,” she said, those blue eyes piercing me with a haughty gaze.
“Say please, Mandy,” I ordered. Reaching up, I hooked my thumb on her bottom lip and gave it a tug. “Say it like a prayer.”
She closed her mouth around my finger and sucked. “Please,” she murmured, flicking her tongue against the tip.
“Please, what?” I insisted, voice low and rough.
“Please fuck me.”
I had to physically restrain myself from pouncing on her. “Brava, ragazza. Now…offer yourself to me.”
Her brows knit in confusion.
I gestured to her body. I meant for her to lie down, to open her legs. But I shouldn’t have been surprised when my girl took matters into her own hands. She leaned back, rolled onto her stomach, and scooted so her toes brushed against the floor, hips braced on the table’s edge.
A vicious, possessive growl ripped from my throat.
I snatched her hips in a brutal grip that made her squeak.
My touch slid down her ass, and I slapped the swell of flesh for good measure.
That was what she got for making me lose control.
Her yelp of protest turned into a moan as I parted her cheeks and ran the head of my dick up and down between her pussy to make it wet.
Warmth coated my dick, and I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I shoved it inside with one quick, forceful thrust.
Amanda cried out. I groaned as her tightness wrapped around me. Not giving her a second to breathe, to adjust to the invasion, I began to fuck her deep and hard.
Her fingers scrambled against the tabletop. The wood shook with each thrust. I was going to send us both to the edge, no more teasing, no more denial. This wasn’t the reunion of two former lovers. There was nothing sensual or romantic about it. This was brutal and rough.
Amanda’s whimper of pleasure said she didn’t mind it one bit.
“Such a beautiful offering,” I rasped.
She tilted her hips back with a moan.
I set a faster pace, pounding hard enough to make the table move.
I grabbed it with one hand, holding her with the other.
Amanda reached up, grabbing the far edge with her fingers.
The knuckles curled white. Her body stretched long.
There was probably nothing more beautiful than the sight of her taking my dick as though her very existence depended on it.
My dick was swollen, and my balls drew up tight, heavy and ready to empty into her. I slowed, adjusted the pace to give her measured, hard thrusts. Releasing my grip on the table, I reached under her hips and pressed my fingers against her clit.
“You may come.” The words were barely out of my mouth. A match struck, and the spark ignited. Her body responded instantly. Those inner muscles convulsed violently, turning into a vise around my shaft.
A low, tortured groan was ripped from my very soul.
Her whimpers and soft cries were a sweet melody, coupled with the hard breaths leaving my lungs.
I pumped deep inside her, letting her orgasm pull mine.
Seed shot out, long, thick ropes burying inside her core.
Her pussy milked every last drop and then continued to pulse around my length.
Hissing in the sweetest pain, I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her hip, hating how the bone was right there.
Eventually, our movements stilled. My eyes shut, and a feeling rippled through me. Possession. Amanda was mine. Dio mio, after all these long, tortured years, she was mine.
When our heartbeats slowed, when our breathing softened, I pulled away. The mess dripping down her thighs was probably one of the prettiest things I’d ever seen.
“Don’t move,” I ordered.
“I couldn’t if I tried,” she muttered.
So defiant. I smirked as I found a cloth, wet it, and returned. Gently, I cleaned her, then pulled her to stand. She adjusted her dress, looking everywhere but my face. Gripping her chin, I tipped her face up.
“Look at me,” I demanded.
Slowly, that blue gaze lifted. It glittered. Like the heart of a flame. Caught in its focus, something raw shifted in my chest.
“Go upstairs and sleep,” I instructed her.
She didn’t argue—a first.
That meant she was as tired as she seemed. I watched her trudge upstairs, determined to leave her alone for a while. Now that she was safe, we had time to take it slow. And I would remind her why we were good together—why we were destined for one another.