Chapter 17 - Vince #2
I pushed in, just the head. Her body reacted instantly, tight, clenching, hot, fluttering in a shock that punched a groan out of me.
“Breathe, that’s it… that’s it, baby.”
She gasped, sharp and high, the sound of her body learning something new.
Her first real moan on my cock.
“That’s my girl… so brave… so sweet… opening for me so beautifully…”
She gave me another little gasping moan as I eased another inch, my body sinking deeper into a place no one had ever touched.
Possession slammed through me so hard my vision blurred.
A tear slipped free.
She blinked hard, trying to hide it. Her breath hitched, small and ashamed.
My hand moved instantly, thumb brushing under her eye, catching the tear before it could fall. “Hey… baby… look at me.”
“I’m sorry—”
“Don’t be.” My forehead pressed to hers. “You’re doing so well. Of course it’s a lot. You’re stretching around something you’ve never taken before. You’re perfect.”
Another tear slid out. I kissed it off her cheek.
“You’re not hurting me…I just— it’s intense.”
“I know.” Slow circles on her hip with my thumb. “That’s why Daddy’s talking you through it.”
Her breathing steadied under my palm.
“Good girl…” I murmured, easing in another inch, watching her expression every second.
“You’re making daddy so proud baby, look at you opening for me… taking me deeper… look at how beautiful you are like this.”
Holy fuck.
Her body clamped around me so tight my breath punched out. Every nerve lit up. I had to plant one hand hard on the headboard just to keep myself from shaking apart over her.
Her thighs trembled around my hips. “Is it… all of you?”
“Yeah.” My nose brushed her cheek. “Daddy’s all the way inside you. You took every inch like a brave, perfect sub. Baby, and you took it.”
She took a deep breath in. Her grip on me tightened.
“Hurts?” I whispered.
“A little.” She swallowed. “But… not bad. Just… full.”
Full. Fuck she was so sweet. Full of me. God, I almost lost control again.
“Good girl.” My hand framed her face, my thumb stroking her cheekbone. “You tell me when the burn eases. I’m not moving until you’re ready.”
Her chest rose slow, shaky breaths. The tension in her thighs softened bit by bit. Her grip around my neck loosened, still holding me.
I kissed her nose. “There you go… that’s it… you’re opening… doing so perfect for me.”
She let out a long exhale, her hips relaxing under my hands.
“Better?” I asked softly.
Her eyes opened, so trusting.
“Better.”
My lips brushed her temple. “Good. That’s so good baby. Now Daddy needs something from you.”
“What…?”
“Move your hips for me.”
A breath caught in her throat. “I don’t know how.”
My hand smoothed down her thigh, guiding her leg around my waist. “You just follow what your body tells you. A little tilt. A little roll. That’s it.”
She hesitated.
“It hurts a bit when I move.”
“That’s because you’re tight. It’ll ease. And moving helps, baby. Trust me.”
Her eyes fluttered shut. A tiny shift. Barely anything. A tremor of her hips. But she moved for me.
My breath punched out in a groan against her throat. “Such a good girl listening to daddy…that’s my girl… look at you…”
She blushed hard. “Was that okay?”
“Perfect.” My hands framed her hips. “Do it again, angel.”
She tried again, another small lift, another tremble, her body adjusting around me with each millimeter.
I swore under my breath, forehead dropping to her shoulder.
“Fuck—yes—like that… you’re doing so good…”
Her hips tilted once more, instinct taking over. Learning to take me.
“It feels… better. Not as sharp. But Vince…you’re… too big…” The sound she made at the end of it…fuck. I kissed her jaw, soft as I moved inside her.
“I know, baby. Daddy’s got you.”
A small, helpless whimper left her. I chuckled under my breath, not mocking, wrecked. “You’re okay,” I whispered against her cheek. “You’re taking me, aren’t you? That’s my girl.”
Her fingers tightened around my neck.
“Hurts,” she breathed.
“I know.”
My hand slid between us, down her stomach, finding her clit. “I’m easing it.”
The second my fingers brushed her, gentle circles, slow warmth, her hips loosened.
She melted.
“There you go. That’s better, isn’t it?”
She gasped, sharp, gorgeous.
“Good girl. That’s my perfect sub opening for me.”
Another gasp tore out of her when her hips rolled a little on instinct.
Every sound she made was a victory chant in my blood, Crow instincts sitting back like look what’s ours, smug feral bastard.
She wanted me
And she didn’t hide it.
Her thighs trembled around me as I rocked in deeper, slow enough to keep from hurting her, firm enough to let her body learn me.
Her mouth fell open on a moan she couldn’t swallow. “Vince… oh my god…”
I swallowed my own groan against her throat. If I let myself smirk, this would turn feral fast. But fuck, every inch inside her screamed mine mine mine.
I kept my thumb circling softly between her legs, kept my other hand braced on her hip so she didn’t shy away. “That’s it. Let Daddy take care of the pain. Let me do the work.”
Her hips lifted into mine with a sudden, desperate little push, like she didn’t care that it hurt, she needed more.
Possession roared so loud I nearly lost my rhythm.
“Baby…you’re gasping… you need more,” I murmured, kissing her collarbone, “don’t you?”
A shaky nod. “I do—God—I do—”
My hand tightened on her hip.
My Crow fucking gloated.
Like I’d just claimed the greatest prize the dynasty had ever bred and parade it in front of every rival alive.
Look what you don’t get. Look who chose me.
I pushed in deeper, slow, and her body opened for me with a trembling cry, her nails scraping lightly through my hair.
“My perfect girl.”
She gasped again, different this time. Not pain. Need. I felt her choosing me with every inch she took. And it ruined. She was responding like I’d given her the world.
And fuck… I had fallen for her.
Not the sweet kind.
The Crow kind. The savage, permanent, fucking territorial kind. The kind that buried pride six feet deep and left no exit plans.
RIP to any ego I’d ever had, because I would do anything to keep this girl as mine.
Anything. That was dangerous. When I already lacked moral boundaries.
I started to move deeper than before, through the tight pussy. Her body tensed around me, the pain flickering across her face, but she held on. For me. For her Dom.
“Such a good girl, baby… Mm… such a good girl pushing through the pain… just for me. God, baby, you’re perfect.” I murmured against her cheek, my hand sliding to her hip.
Her breath hitched at the praise. She shifted beneath me, hips tilting, pushing up into the next slow stroke like she wanted the ache.
I eased back another inch and watched her at the exact moment I pushed forward again.
She acted like I’d given her the world with that one slow thrust.
I gave her another.
Her gasp broke in the back of her throat.
My grip on her hip tightened. “Baby… can Daddy move now? I want to really fuck your pretty pussy.” I rocked once, letting her feel my need.
She nodded, a look for pure pleasure on her face.
And fuck, I was gone.
My chest felt too tight to breathe. She was high on me. She gave it once in her life. Once. And she gave it to me.
My Crow blood roared so loud I almost saw white behind my eyes. Every instinct wanted to mark victories in her name, turn the city into a shrine she never had to be afraid in again.
“Baby I’m so fucking gone for you.”
How the hell did she make everything more intense?
Every sound, shift, gasp sharpened something feral inside me. Maybe because…until her…I’d only ever heard fake moans. Performances. Shallow sounds from women I didn’t care about while I focused on getting the edge off and getting back into the streets. That was all sex had ever been.
Release, rest, and move on.
But this, her, the way her lips parted, her chest rising fast, her thighs trembling around me.
This was something else. Her head fell back against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, chest rising hard.
I groaned, burying my face in her neck.
My pace built on instinct, stronger, deeper strokes that made her mouth fall open every time I bottomed out. Her legs wrapped tighter around my hips, guiding me deeper without even meaning to.
I lifted her slightly and pushed again.
She gasped, her hand flying to my back.
“Baby…I’m right here. Daddy’s right here.” I breathed, losing air, losing sense, losing everything but her.
Her hips met the next thrust, her moans wrecked.
She didn’t even know what she was doing to me.
I eased my hips back, then pushed deeper than I had all night.
She gasped, whole body lifting, the shock of it rippling through her thighs.
I did it again.
A longer glide.
A firmer push.
My cock stretching her in a way no one ever had.
And she let me.
Of course she did.
My girl.
My perfect obedient sub.
Her body already learning what it meant to give herself to her Dom.
“Good girl. You’re taking Daddy deeper.”
Her breath hitched, half pleasure, half the sharp burn of new stretch, from my cock, Her back arched. A small tear broke loose at the corner of her eye.
I kissed it away.
“I know, I know baby, It’s a lot, isn’t it?”
She nodded, holding on to my shoulders.
“But look at you. Taking daddy’s dick so well. I’m proud baby. So fucking proud. Mm. My perfect sub, keeping your legs open so I can fuck your sweet pussy.”
My thumb stroked her ribs, coaxing her hips open.
I moved again letting her feel every inch. No longer holding back.
“You’re doing so good for me. So fucking good.”
Her lips parted, a small whimper pushed out of her chest.
“Look at what you’re doing for me,” I breathed against her throat. “Letting Daddy fuck you. This is for me, isn’t it?”
She swallowed. “All for you.”
Christ.
My pace picked up before I even meant it to.
Her body pulled me in, tight, greedy, and I followed the instinct like I’d been waiting my whole fucking life to move inside her like this.