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“You don’t stop wiggling that ass of yours, I won’t be responsible for what happens next,” I murmur into her ear.

She tilts her head to look back towards me as she says, “Maybe I want you to do something about it.”

“Fuck, Sophia, I’m only so strong,” I tell her as I nuzzle her neck. I can feel the goosebumps raise on her skin, and I’ve noticed it’s one of those things she loves and makes her tick.

“Fine, I’ll stop. I guess,” she says with a smart-ass tone.

“Appreciate it, Babe,” I kiss her neck as she settles back in and as much as I’d love to take her up on her offer, I have something planned for when I take her for the first time.

Chapter 17

Sophia

I wake up and instantly feel cold, while I’m usually warm when I’m wrapped around Vince. I move my hand over the sheet and feel that it’s cool to the touch, meaning Vince has been up for a while now. I get up, and go to his dresser, finding a shirt and throw it on, go to the bathroom and take care of my morning stuff, and then head for the kitchen. I’m still half asleep when I stop in my tracks, Vince is outside in a pair of cut off sweats. His back is on display, and boy oh boy is he a work of art.

I veer off toward the kitchen, grab a cup of coffee, and then make my way out towards him. I try to be as silent as possible, allowing him to enjoy the peace and tranquility, but as if he can feel my presence, he reaches out for me. I snuggle into his side and we stand, taking in the view and sipping quietly on our morning coffee.

“Got any plans today?” he asks me in a whisper like tone, as if he doesn’t want to break the calm and serenity around us.

“Today is massage day. I’ve been looking forward to this one for a while now,” I look up at him so he can see the glee in my face. I’m actually really looking forward to it. I’ve yet to have one and I’m excited to see what it’s all about.

“Make sure it’s a woman massage therapist,” he says with a grunt. The moment of peacefulness is now over as I’m bent over at the waist dying of laughter.

I hear him say, “Oh you think that’s funny,” then he comes up behind me, grabs me by the waist, and picks me up and somehow my stomach is now over his shoulder, and his hand is kneading my bare ass cheek as he walks down the hall. I’m still giggling and my hair is a hot mess. When he brings his hand off of my ass, I grumble. I like his hands on me, but when he brings it back with a slap, I can’t help but moan out loud as he puts pressure back on it. I can feel myself become wet, so much so that it’s smeared on the inside of my thighs.

“Fuck, Soph. You smell so damn good,” he groans, as he tosses me on the bed, immediately coming in between my now spread thighs. He looks down at where my shirt is now rucked up and over my hips and I’m completely bare to him.

“Gonna make you mine today, taking my time, and make sure you enjoy every fucking moment,” he grumbles before he’s sliding down my body and his tongue is on my clit in an instant. When he brings his fingers into the mix, slowly stretching me, with the pleasure and the pain, it feels so fucking intoxicating.

“Oh god, Vince, please more,” I moan out as I feel my whole body shiver, as he continues manipulating my clit, and using two fingers inside me. I can feel and hear the wetness between the two of us. When he bites down lightly on my clit, I detonate. I grasp him by the shoulders and bring him to where he’s on top of me and where we’re now face to face and I lean up and kiss him, tasting myself on him, and it only makes me want him more.

Chapter 18

Vince

The taste of Sophia, it’s something I’ll never get enough of. When she tastes herself on my lips, I know this is it. Everything I had planned for tonight, the candles, the romance, it’s all thrown out the window. I whisk her shirt over her head, and my mouth goes directly to one of her nipples, as I shove my shorts down.

She arches into me, rubbing her pussy along my taut stomach muscles, and as wet as she is, I know this will still be painful for her, “Ready, Babe?” I ask more for myself than for her.

“Yes, Vince, I want you so much it hurts,” she whimpers out.


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