“Oh, is that so? I don’t know if you can handle that yet.”
“Why don’t we find out?” I reply, biting my lip and grinning.
Vincent grins in return with a wild-eyed look on his face. Pressing his hips into mine to keep me pressed into the wall, he takes a hand to my neck and forces my jaw upward. He starts to increase pressure on the sides of my neck, watching my eyes begin to flutter. I can still mostly breathe, but I’m starting to get lightheaded, and a few black spots swim before my eyes before he releases all the pressure.
I gasp for breath but grin at him, licking my lips to show I liked it. He smirks back, apparently satisfied with my reaction. He then steps back, setting me gently on the floor. Vincent grabs my wrist, yanking me slightly toward the stairs.
“Come on. Follow me,” he says, giving me a wink before walking ahead. I stumble to keep up but love the feeling of being taken.
Vincent leads me up to the stairs and all the way down the hallway to what is presumably the master bedroom. It’s decorated lushly, with a four-post king bed in the center of a dark green carpet. The sheets are brown with gold embroidery, and I marvel at Vincent’s good taste.
He drops my wrist and wraps his arms around me, immediately tugging the hem of my sweater upward. Wordlessly, he lifts the top over my head and throws it behind me, shamelessly gazing at my breasts. I am so glad I chose to wear the lacy black bra today.
Vincent moves his hands to either side of my breasts and caresses me softly, bringing his face to my cleavage. I arch my back slightly to bring my breasts to his face, wanting to feel his skin against mine. A deep moan comes from his chest as he kisses the tops of my breasts in turn, then moves his hands to the waistband of my pants. In one movement, Vincent pulls my pants to the floor, and I am standing in front of him in nothing but my bra and panties.
“Get on the bed,” he says, and I know I could never disobey him. Quickly, feeling my breasts bounce inside the racy bra, I walk to the bed and climb atop. Scooting back on the bed, I turn to face Vincent, and I’m greeted with the sight of him peeling off his sweater and shirt in one go. He bends down and untangles the white T-shirt from the sweater, twisting it between each hand until it’s like a rope.
He puts two hands on the bed and leans forward, kissing me softly. It’s no more than a peck before he pulls away and brings the rolled-up T-shirt to my mouth.
“Open,” he commands, and I comply. Staring deeply into my eyes, he places the T-shirt in my mouth, then puts a thumb and forefinger on my chin to make me bite down. “Don’t let this fall out, or I’ll have to punish you, Faith.”
I nod, humming behind the gag. My mind immediately conjures up all kinds of things he could do to punish me, and for a moment I, think about letting the gag slip, simply so I can find out what he would do.
“Put your hands above your head and leave them there.” He has barely spoken his order before my arms fly up, and I obey.
“Good girl,” he says with a smirk reaching behind my back and undoing the clasp of my bra. I gasp as my breasts fall free, bouncing slightly. My nipples turn pert as they feel the cold air, and Vincent immediately closes his mouth around my left breast. He takes the opposite nipple in his fingers, and I arch my back while moaning into the T-shirt. His tongue swirls roughly around my nipple, sucking and biting in turn. He switches to the other side, and his hands press roughly into my spine.
Feeling the cold air against my wet nipples was torture as Vincent pulled away and slid his hands down to my hips.
“Lie back.” He fingers my black cotton panties, and I do as he says, interlacing my fingers above my head to show how obedient I can be. He smirks back and yanks off my underwear in a single pull.
I taste sweat on his T-shirt, and it turns me on even more. I tilt my head down and watch Vincent step back off the bed and unbutton his pants. His fingers move slowly. He knows how badly I want him; after all, he was staring directly at the throbbing opening between my legs.
But then he pushes off his pants and boxers all at once, and I’m greeted with the sight of his massive erection springing free.
My eyes go wide as I take in the length and girth of it. For a moment, I genuinely don’t know if I’ll be able to take it. It’s not just long, but wide, and he’s going to stretch me to my limits. Vincent chuckles when he sees my expression and steps forward. He runs one finger up the length of my slit, prying the lips apart. When he feels the wetness at my opening, he slides his finger in as far as it will go without so much as a warning.
I yelp as he hooks it inside me, hitting a pleasure spot I didn’t know existed. Warmth emanates from his finger inside me as my hips buck to meet his hand. He fucks me with his finger, adding a second digit as I grow wetter, and my moans louder.
I’m teetering on the edge of insanity, ready to explode when he pulls out all at once and steps back, bringing the two fingers to his lips before sucking my juices off of them.
“Don’t worry,” he says as he climbs onto the bed, his body blanketing mine. I lift my legs to wrap them around his hips, showing him right where I need him. “Your pussy can take it.”
I’m wet and so needy. I could beg him to fuck me right now. He kisses my forehead and strokes the tip of his cock against my entrance, sliding from my opening to my clit and back again. I moan behind the gag and close my eyes, invigorated by the feeling of being touched by him, finally.
“I’d ask if you want me to use a condom, but I don’t give a fuck. I want you pregnant, swollen with my kids,” he growls. His possessive tone and need to make me his only adds fuel to the raging inferno building between my legs. I need him to fuck me now, or I might die.
My eyes roll back into my head as he begins to slowly slide himself into me, his hands on either side of my head, his body doing a balancing act that causes his muscles to strain.
I spread my legs further apart, giving him ample room while digging my heels into his ass to urge him to go faster as he slowly sinks himself deep inside of me.
When I’m sure I don’t think I can take another inch, the walls and muscles of my pussy stretch to accommodate him. He’s so big, and I’m so tiny. I’m sure it wouldn’t take much for him to break me in two.
In no time, his hips are flush with mine, and I look down to see myself stretched tight around his cock. Staring down at me, he pulls all the way out and then slams back into me, letting out a strained groan as his hips press against me.
“Your cunt is so tight, so fucking perfect. I want to cum in you right now,” he grits through his teeth, “but I’m going to give you the fuck of a lifetime first.”
Without warning, he pulls out completely.