Chapter 15 Sophie
Sophie
Ihold up a clear glass bottle full of olive oil, rosemary and garlic, showing Vin who is leaning against my kitchen counter. It’s late. I closed at work and then made a late dinner for Vin and I at home, and now he’s helping me clean up. But he’s not looking at the olive oil.
The whole time I made dinner, the whole time we ate it, he’s been staring at me like he did last night when he was fucking me.
Holy wow… last night! It was incredible, so good, just every part of him on me, in me, under me. And waking up this morning with some of his cum on my face was the icing on the cake. Just perfect.
Does he want to do it again? Honestly, I don’t know if my body can take it.
“See? You infuse the olive oil with the herbs, then when you use it to make something like bruschetta, it has a light flavor that’s not too intense. Perfect for—”
He cuts me off mid-sentence, his mouth crashing into mine.
My eyes pop open wide and I squeal into his kiss, but it doesn’t stop him.
Instead he fists my hair, yanking my head back, his mouth rough and insistent on my neck, ears, face and lips.
The shock of it steals my breath, but my body responds before my mind catches up, melting into him.
“Vin—” I try to speak but he swallows my words.
“Shut up, princess.” His voice is as harsh as his fingers. “I don’t give a fuck about olive oil right now.”
He walks me backward until my spine hits the counter edge, his hands everywhere, rough, insistent, peeling my shirt over my head before I can protest. Not that I would, but oh my goodness, my pulse is thrumming in places I didn’t know had a heartbeat.
The shirt hits the floor. My bra follows seconds later.
“Vincenzo—” I’m practically begging. He fucked me so hard last night, I’m aching and sore inside. I had a hard time walking today.
“I said shut up.” He palms my breast, thumb dragging over my nipple until it hardens then he pinches it, hard. The sharp sting goes straight to my clit and I cry out, my knees buckling.
He catches me, one arm wrapping around my waist. “You like that?”
I nod, unable to form words. I’ve never—no one’s ever been this rough with me, this forceful, this desperate to have me. His intensity alone is intoxicating.
“Words, Sophia. I want to hear you say it.” His other hand slides down, popping the button on my jeans with practiced ease.
“Yes.” It comes out as a whisper. “I like it.”
“Good girl.”
The approval in his voice makes me even wetter and I moan as he shoves my jeans down my hips, the denim scraping my thighs as he yanks them to my ankles. I step out of them clumsily, unbalanced, but he steadies me with one hand while the other slides between my legs.
“Already so wet for me.” His fingers find me slick and ready. “Fuck, Sophie. You’re perfect.”
Perfect. I swallow hard, looking up at him while he slides two strong thick fingers in and out of me. He’s the one who’s perfect.
Then his fingers are gone and he’s pushing me down to my knees. His belt buckle jingles then the sound of his zipper, and then, “Open your mouth.”
I look up at him hulking above me. He’s freaking magnificent: huge chest, jaw set, eyes dark with wanting me, his cock hard and thick in his fist as he strokes himself.
“I said open.” He fists my hair and pulls my head back, the sharp tug sending sparks down my spine to my pussy.
I obey. My answer to him is always ‘yes.’
He guides himself to my lips, the head of his cock pressing against my mouth. “Take it.”
I part my lips wider, taking him in. I love how he tastes. He slides deeper, inch by inch, watching me with those intense eyes that see everything as he trains my throat to take all of him.
“That’s it, princess. Show me what that pretty mouth can do.”
I hollow my cheeks, sucking him deeper, using my tongue the way I know he likes. His grip in my hair tightens, holding me in place as he starts to move, thrusting slowly into my mouth.
“Fuck. Your mouth—” He groans, head falling back, the tendons in his neck standing out. “So good. So fucking good.”
Pride blooms across my whole body. I’m doing this to him. I’m making him lose control. Me.
He pulls out abruptly, his cock glistening as I heave in breaths. “Bedroom. Now.”
I scramble to obey, my legs shaky, but he’s right behind me, his hand on my lower back guiding me. But we don’t make it the two steps to the bedroom. He pins me against the wall outside the bedroom door, his body a wall of heat and muscle.
“Can’t wait.” He lifts me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. “I need to be inside you right fucking now.”
He slams into me in one brutal thrust and I scream, pleasure and pain twisting together in my sore pussy until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.
“Vin! Oh my! Vincenzo!”
He pounds into me, the wall shuddering with each thrust, a framed photo crashing to the floor. Neither of us cares.
“Say my name again.” He sinks his teeth into my shoulder.
“Vincenzo!” I’m practically sobbing now, my nails raking down his back.
“Again.”
“Vincenzo, please!”
“Please what?” He slows his thrusts, rolling his hips in a way that makes me see stars. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want—” I can barely think, let alone get the words out. “I want—I want more—”
“More?” His laugh is dark and clipped. “Do you want me to hurt you, princess?”
The question should scare me. It doesn’t. He runs his palm down the side of my face, my hair sticking to my sweaty skin and kisses me hard.
When he stops, honesty spills out. “I don’t know, but I want to find out.”
Something primal and possessive crosses his face. “Fuck, princess. You’re just—”
He carries me to the bedroom, what’s left of it with the mattress still on the floor, and throws me down. I bounce once, breathless, watching as he strips off his shirt. The light from the kitchen casts shadows across his chest, highlighting every ridge of muscle.
I want him so badly. I want him to be mine.
No! Not mine. I can’t think like that.
“Turn over.” His voice cuts through my thoughts. “On your hands and knees.”
I flip over, heart racing, anticipation coiling tight in my abdomen.
He pulls his belt out of his jeans with a zipping sound, folds it in half, and connects it with my backside in a sharp slap that echoes in the small room. I yelp, more from surprise than pain, but then he does it again on the other cheek.
“Count.” Another slap.
“One!”
Slap.
“Two.”
Slap.
“Three…”
By the time we reach 10, I can barely speak. I’m trembling, tears streaming down my face, but my pussy has never been wetter in my life. He smooths his palm over my burning skin, the gentleness after the violence making me whimper.
“You did so good, baby.” He leans down, pressing kisses to both reddened ass cheeks. “So fucking good for me.”
Baby. He’s never called me that before. My heart squeezes.
He positions himself behind me, his cock pressing against my entrance. But then he shifts higher. “I want your ass, Sophia.”
My breath catches. “Vin, I told you—”
“I know what you told me.” He reaches for the lube in my nightstand drawer. He knows where everything is now and that familiarity is as much of a turn-on as his thick veiny cock. “But you’re ready, and you want it. Tell me I’m wrong.”
I’m nervous. His cock is so big and it’s been a long time, but…. “You’re not wrong.”
“Good girl.” He uncaps the lube, the click loud in the quiet room. “Relax for me. I’ll take care of you.”
And he does. He’s patient, gentle, working me open with his fingers coated in lube until I’m panting, pushing back against his hand, begging for more.
When he finally pushes inside, he goes slowly, giving me time to adjust to the stretch, the overwhelming fullness. I suck in short gasps each time he pushes a little further in, my eyes closed tight, my fingers digging into the bedding.
“It hurts,” I whimper.
His hand slides up my spine, kneading the tense muscles. “Breathe, princess.”
I do, forcing air into my lungs, and gradually my body relaxes, accepting him.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” He shudders, holding still, giving me time. “You feel perfect.”
He starts to move, slow at first, then faster, finding a rhythm that has me crying out with every thrust. It’s intense, more intense than anything I’ve ever felt.
Not just the physical sensation, though that’s overwhelming enough, but the way he’s doing it, slow, his fingertips digging into my ass where he spanked me then smoothing over my skin.
Like he knows everything I’m feeling when he touches me. Like he owns me.
As if he can feel me slip into an almost hypnotic mental state, he starts fucking my ass with a desperation that feels like drowning for both of us.
When he comes, he pulls out, coming all over my ass like an explosion,
We collapse together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and racing heartbeats. I’m laying there, no energy in any part of my body, no thoughts, just bliss. Vin says something I don’t hear then scoops me up and carries me to the shower.
The water is scalding, steam filling the small bathroom. He washes me with surprising gentleness, his large hands careful as they soap my body especially around my sore ass, the welts pinking under the hot water.
“You okay?” His concern melts me.
“More than okay.” I smile up at him, reaching up to trace the line of his jaw. “That was—”
“Yeah.” He captures my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. “It was.”
We stand under the spray, the hot water washing over us, and for a moment, it feels like we’re the only two people in the world.
Then he pushes me against the shower wall, hooking one of my legs so that I’m wide open, then shoves his cock in my pussy. This time it’s slower, more controlled, his eyes locked on mine as he moves inside me. This time it feels less like fucking and more like—
Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Not going to go there.