Chapter 14 Vin
Vin
Istare at her for a long moment, my gaze dropping to her mouth. Those full, wet lips that have been driving me insane since the first time I saw her bite her bottom lip.
I haven’t fucked a woman’s pussy in—Jesus, longer than I can remember. Seventeen years? Maybe more? The math blurs somewhere around the time Valentina shattered my ability to trust anyone with more than my cock.
Honestly, this isn’t my preference. And FUCK, this is bad for business. But the way she was dragging her fingers over my chest, those little shorts, this tiny fucking bed—
When I kiss her, her mouth is impossibly sweet, soft, warm.
She makes a sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan and melts into me like butter.
My hand slides into her hair, gripping hard, and I kiss her deeper, harder, my tongue claiming, my other hand grabbing hers and pressing it against my aching cock. She doesn’t pull away. She squeezes.
Fuck.
When we break apart, we’re both gasping, her pupils blown wide, her chest heaving.
“I have a condom in my pants pocket,” I rasp, my voice gravel.
“I have some in my nightstand.” Her voice is breathy, wrecked, and it goes straight to my dick.
I push off the bed and yank open her nightstand drawer. And freeze.
Never in a billion fucking years would I have guessed what this quiet shy woman had in this drawer, stuffed to overflowing. Bottles of lube. Different sized vibrators and dildos arranged like a goddamn toolkit. A paddle. A flogger. Gleaming metal handcuffs. A blindfold made of black silk.
I raise my eyebrows at her, smirking. “You’ve been busy, princess.”
She laughs like it’s nothing. The woman who blushes when I look at her for too long has no problem with me seeing her drawer full of fuck toys. What?
“Not as busy as you’d think. I make sure those vibrators get a lot of use, though. It’s hard to find handsome strangers when you work as much as I do.”
I hold up the blindfold with one finger. “And the bondage stuff?”
“More wishful thinking than anything.” She shifts on the bed, pulling her knees up, casual as if we’re discussing the weather. “I got it for a guy I sleep with occasionally as a surprise, but he wasn’t into it.”
The words hit me like a fist.
“You’re sleeping with someone?” A weird twinge shoots through my chest. “Where is he tonight?”
“That’s none of my business.”
I watch her carefully, searching for bitterness, resentment. Most women would have at least a hint of sarcasm, but not Sophie. I don’t get it.
“Is he a new guy?”
“You don’t have to worry about him.” She meets my gaze steadily, her expression calm. “We’ve been sleeping together on and off for years, and he always made it clear that there is no commitment between us. You won’t wake up to someone holding a gun to your head.”
I can’t believe how fucking laidback she is. So calm. Like she’s discussing a recipe instead of a man who’s been using her for years without giving her what she, more than any woman I’ve ever met, clearly wants.
“Didn’t even cross my mind, princess.” I drop the blindfold onto the bed beside her. My voice drops an octave. “Lift your arms.”
She obeys without hesitation, raising them overhead, and I peel the thin tank top off in one smooth motion. Her breasts bounce free, heavy and perfect, nipples already peaked.
My cock is throbbing. I step out of my underwear and her breath catches audibly. Her gaze drops to my cock, which is rock hard and pointing at her, and her eyes widen.
“Wow. That’s… impressive.”
I smirk, stepping closer until my knees hit the mattress. “Just wait.”
I pick up the blindfold and her pulse jumps visibly in her throat. I tie it carefully over her eyes, the silk smooth against her flushed skin. She immediately pulls down one side, peering at me with one eye.
“Don’t kill me, okay?”
I lean back, genuinely surprised. “Is that your only requirement? Damn, the bar is low with you, princess.”
She laughs, nervous but trusting, and I tie the blindfold back in place. My hands slide down her sides, gripping her hips, and I push her back onto the bed. Her breath quickens.
“Take off those shorts.”
She hooks her thumbs into the waistband and shimmies them down. Her pussy glistens, already wet for me.
Christ.
“On all fours.”
She tenses immediately. “Vin, I said no—”
I bend down, my mouth next to her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “I’m aware, Sophia.” She shivers. “Trust me.”
She swallows hard and turns away from me, slowly shifting onto her hands and knees, her incredible ass in the air like an offering.
I drop to my knees behind her and bury my face in her pussy. She gasps, her back arching, and I grip her ass cheeks, spreading her wide. I lick her from clit to asshole in one long, slow stroke, savoring the taste of her, and enjoying her moans.
“Vincenzo!” Her voice breaks on my name.
I eat her like I’m starving, my tongue circling her clit, flicking it, sucking it between my lips.
Then I move higher, dragging my tongue over her tight asshole, pressing just enough to make her squirm.
She starts to pull away but I hold her in place and fuck her pussy with my tongue, rubbing circles around her entrance with my thumbs.
She moans, her arousal dripping down my chin, her thighs trembling.
I flip her onto her back and yank the blindfold off. Her eyes are glazed, unfocused, her lips swollen.
“Put this on me.” I rip open the condom wrapper with my teeth and toss it to her as I lay down on my back beside her on the bed, my cock standing rigid against my stomach.
She kneels beside me, her hands shaking slightly as she rolls the latex down my length. Her touch is reverent, and it takes every ounce of control not to grab her and shove her down onto me.
I pat my lap. “I want you to ride me, reverse cowgirl style.” My voice is rough, commanding. “If I can’t fuck that ass, I want to watch it bounce while you fuck yourself on my cock.”
She grins, her eyes sparkling. “Oooh, sì, signore.”
Yes, sir. FUCK, I like that.
She straddles me backward, her hands braced on my thighs, and slowly sinks down onto my cock. The sight of her pussy swallowing me inch by inch, her ass filling my vision, is almost enough to make me blow right there.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groan, my hands flying to her hips.
She starts to move, rolling her hips, lifting and dropping, and God, that perfect, fat, round ass bounces with every thrust.
“You’re going to make me come too fast.” I slap her ass hard and she yelps, the flesh rippling. “Your ass is the fucking second coming, Sophia.”
She bends forward, supporting herself with her hands on the mattress, and bounces harder. Faster. Her ass shakes like an earthquake and I hold my hands up, framing it like a picture.
“Holy fucking shit. That’s going in the permanent spank bank right there. Fuck, I’m—” I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to come. “I’m not ready to be done with you.”
I shove her off me, onto her back, and get between her legs in one smooth motion, pushing inside her again, deeper this time. She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I fuck her slow. Deliberate. Lifting one of her legs over my shoulder so I can angle myself deeper, hitting spots that make her cry out. Her pussy is so soft, wet, warm, like velvet wrapped around my cock.
“Vincenzo!” She calls my name like a prayer, over and over, and I fucking love it. It takes everything I have not to just pound into her, use that pussy until I explode.
“I like it when you say my name.” I keep fucking her, rolling my hips at the end of each thrust, rubbing her clit with my pelvis. “I can’t remember the last time I fucked someone in the missionary position.”
“We don’t have to—”
“I like it.” The words surprise even me. “I haven’t fucked anyone’s pussy in forever, either.”
I grab one of her ankles in each hand and spread her legs wide open, pushing them back until her knees nearly touch the mattress beside her head. I thrust deep and she gasps, her back arching off the bed.
“Worth it to see that look.” I slam into her as she claws my chest, her eyes wild. “God damn. You are so fucking—”
Instead of finishing the sentence, I fuck her harder.
Faster. Pounding into her like I’m trying to crawl inside her skin, nailing her to the bed so hard the headboard bangs against the wall.
The nightstand shakes violently, the lamp teetering then crashing to the floor.
The bed frame cracks with a sound like a gunshot, the mattress gapping beneath us as she screams.
I don’t stop. I fucking can’t. I keep driving into her until the pressure builds to unbearable and I pull out, rip the condom off, and come all over her stomach with a roar that tears from my throat.
“FUCK!”
I collapse on my stomach beside her, both of us breathing like we’ve run a marathon. Sweat slicks our skin, and my fucking heart is hammering against my ribs. Haven’t had a workout like that in awhile.
She runs her fingernails lightly up and down my back and I nuzzle into her neck, inhaling her that floral scent of hers mixed with cum and sweat.
“Your bed sucks,” I mutter against her skin.
“Well, now it does, yeah.” She laughs and I join her.
“Guess you weren’t expecting to get pounded by 230 pounds of muscle.”
“I wasn’t.”
I push myself up, surveying the damage. The bed frame is split clean through, the mattress sagging in the middle. She looks at it with me and shakes her head, still smiling.
As she heads to the bathroom, I climb out of bed and assess the situation.
The frame is fucked beyond repair, but the mattress is salvageable.
I drag the mattress onto the floor, push the pieces of the frame out of the way, and reassemble the bedding into a nest. As I pull my phone out to order a replacement, I hear Sophie in the kitchen and clinking dishes.
She comes back into the room carrying a small plate piled with toasted baguette slices, thin-cut salami, and cheese.