Chapter 15
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Silas
Our clothes are piled in a heap on my bedroom floor, and I’m gazing down at my dream girl.
Standing at the foot of my bed, I tighten my fist around my cock and pump it once, pre-cum leaking over my fingers.
Vesper looks on like she could swallow me whole and come back for second helpings.
Fuck, I’d love to feed her my dick. I’d drive to the back of her throat until she gagged and then pull out and start over.
But now is not the right time for that, and the beauty lying on my bed has had her quota of men who forwent her needs in favor of their own.
“Show me your pussy, Vesper.”
I’m so fucking horny that it feels like I’m having an out-of-body experience. Not even my voice feels like it belongs to me anymore.
Vesper keeps a perfectly manicured pussy, only a thin strip of dark hair and nothing else.
Elbows braced behind her, she slowly teases her legs open, feet flat on the bed as she gingerly reveals sensitive pink flesh that’s begging for my tongue.
“Goddamn,” I coo, scrubbing a hand over my jaw. “How can you expect me to slide straight inside your perfect pussy when my tongue is begging for your cum first?”
She whimpers, arousal weeping from her center and onto my sheets.
For the second time tonight, I drop to my knees in front of her, happy to be blessed at the only altar where I’ll ever pray.
Hooking my hands around the top of her thighs, I drag her body toward my mouth. Vesper’s petite frame is the perfect size to throw around the bedroom. Is there any part of this woman that isn’t made for me?
“Rest your feet on my shoulders and slide your butt toward me,” I command.
She does as I asked, but it still isn’t close enough.
Her mouth drops open when I pull her into me and drag my tongue from her asshole to the entrance I’ll be fucking all night.
My tongue pierces her pussy, and Vesper’s legs begin to shake.
I pull a hand from her hip and wrap it around her toes.
“W-what are you doing?” she asks, voice trembling like the rest of her body.
The grin I give her is pure filth, and she loves it.
“Checking to make sure that these are curled.” I run my fingers over her toes. “That’s what you wanted, right?”
“Yes,” she whispers, jaw still agape.
Her legs aren’t nearly wide enough for my liking, and I remedy my frustration by pulling her lower half off the bed and holding her legs apart.
I spread my knees, dropping a little lower, and eat her cunt until she’s chanting my name between desperate gasps for air.
“Holy fuck, Silas. I’m coming straight down your fucking throat.”
I rise to my feet, taking both of her ankles in one hand as her lower half hangs off the bed, and I enter her spasming pussy with two fingers, pumping her body through one orgasm and straight into another.
“Am I blowing your fucking mind yet, Knockout?” I grit out. “Your dripping cunt sounds like it’s loving what I’m doing to it.”
She screams, bellowing her pleasure into the bedroom.
“Tell me”—I pull out my fingers and lick them clean—“have you always been this loud in bed? Or do you reserve that special privilege for me?”
I’m high on this girl, on the burning desire scorching through my veins as I push her back into the center of my bed and drop between her parted thighs, cock pressing against her entrance.
She swallows thickly, eyes drunk from the effects of her last climax.
“No other man has been worthy of my screams and definitely not me chanting his name.”
I’m not a small guy, but the way Vesper’s pussy stretches to accommodate the first few inches of my dick only further confirms how perfect we are together.
“Good,” I rasp into her ear, and goose bumps rise all over her skin.
She throws her arms around my neck, fingernails digging into my shoulder blades as I move deeper until I’m all the way inside.
“Ready to have your mind blown, baby?”
Her eyes flutter closed when I roll my hips for the first time. This moment is huge for me, although I try not to let it show how it catches in my throat and steals the oxygen from every cell.
Looping my hands under her ass, I tilt her hips up so I can hit a spot I’m sure she’s never encountered.
“You’re so big.”
My ego gets the better of me as I ask, “Too big?”
“No,” she replies in a small voice. “But I’ll be feeling you for weeks after this.”
I’m already possessive when it comes to Vesper, but something in her last statement takes it to a whole new level. Now I’m a full fucking caveman for her.
“Good,” I repeat. “Because I never want you to forget this night or the way I made you feel. You’re everything to me.” I snap my hips forward, and she wraps her legs around my lower back. “Fucking everything.”
Vesper
Silas freaking Stanton is blowing my back out, and I’m pretty sure he’s still holding out on me.
Emotionally and physically.
Cracking his palm across my left ass cheek, he takes me on all fours in the center of his bed. There’s a full-length mirror in front of us, and I haven’t taken my eyes off him since he demanded that I get on my knees and watch him pound into me.
“Fuck, Vesper. So damn tight.”
Silas’s torso glimmers with a sheen of sweat as he leans over me and wraps his hand around my throat. He doesn’t squeeze at all, yet the move is still dominant. “Is this okay? Tell me if it’s too much.”
Sex with this man is the perfect balance of everything. Respect mixing with his filthy mouth, frantic fucking giving way to slow, rhythmic thrusts of his hips.
“I love it,” I reply, referring to his actions but also how he checks in with me and what he’s doing. It’s sexy as hell and another sexual first for me. “This is the best night of my life.” The words fall from my tongue with ease.
Silas pulls out and flips me onto my back, bracketing my head between his forearms.
I gaze at the Greek word scribed on the inside of his left arm, curious about what it says.
“Your pussy sounds so beautiful when it swallows my cock.”
My legs open wider with every inch he gives me.
He drops his head into the curve of my neck, a delicious shiver chasing down my spine when he speaks against my sweat-slicked skin. “It feels like I’m losing my goddamn mind.”
Silas hooks my right leg into the crook of his elbow and plows into me at a punishing pace.
“It’s true what they say about sleeping with a hockey player.”
His top lip quirks. “Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
I roll my eyes, so close to another orgasm. “That you guys can go at it all night and still not get tired.”
Silas snaps his hips into me, and I climax all over him.
“True. And then you went and bagged yourself the captain.”
I don’t know what’s so hot about that statement, but it drags my orgasm out until I’m so sensitive that I’m begging him for mercy.
Fucking him like this—face-to-face, bodies pressed against each other—it’s so intimate and overwhelming in all the best ways.
Deep blue eyes soften as they take me in. “Kiss me, Vesper.”
I press my lips to his and slide my tongue into his mouth, determined to tie us together in each way that we can. I don’t know if or when we will get a chance to share a night like this again. I never want it to end.
“I’m going to come—hard.” There’s a warning laced in Silas’s tone, his cock hard as rock and nestled deep inside me.
“I want it all,” I moan, spreading my thighs as wide as they’ll go. “Don’t hold back, and make it good.”
It’s barely a couple of seconds before Silas shakes and shudders in my arms.
At first, his mutters are inaudible, but as his high begins to lapse, his words grow more coherent.
“It’s never been like that for me before. Not with anyone.”
The next kiss is like nothing we’ve shared before. I’ve only slept with this man once, yet his touch makes me feel like he’s loved me for years.
I push down that thought, getting too carried away in the moment. Silas is perfect boyfriend material, but the baggage I bring with Kane is too complicated for his life, and I know that.
He’s still inside me when he breaks the kiss and studies me carefully.
“How are you doing?” Silas asks the question like he didn’t just blow my mind.
He knows how good he is in bed, and I’m irrationally jealous of the next woman who gets to spend the night with him.
“I think you might’ve actually broken me.”
His laughter vibrates against my chest as he scoots me down the bed until I’m sitting on the edge of the mattress.
My legs dangle over the side, and he’s on his knees again.
“What are you doing?”
“Shh …” He softly hushes me, hands spreading my thighs wide. “This has always been my favorite part of the fantasy.”
His tongue swipes through me, and I fall back to my elbows. I’m so sensitive, and his mouth feels so fucking good.
“We taste amazing together,” he murmurs against my pussy. “Even better than I imagined.”