“Shut up and fuck me,” I say, taking the reins. My body can no longer hold out. I need this release all of this horrible energy between it is finally finding its way out.
For the first time, Vance Clayton smiles at me, and my stomach somersaults. “I will, Ainsley. I can’t wait to make you scream with pleasure, but I’m dying to taste you first.” His thumbs loop into my sleeping shorts, taking them down along with my panties. He lowers himself to his knees, and I gasp with pleasure as he buries his face in my center.
Forceful and confident, Vance’s expert tongue lashes against my tiny bundle of nerves. I fist the back of his hair. “You’re so wet.” He licks along the sides of my thighs, sending shivers up my arms. “I love the way you taste, Ainsley. I fucking knew I would.”
My knees weaken as he presses one finger deep inside of me while he continues licking and sucking. With my legs spread, and his thick, dark hair in my grip, I glance down and watch him pleasure me this giant man who’s purposely made my life hell is now about to make me come all over his face. A groan escapes my mouth as my insides quake, desperate for release. Every ounce of pent-up tension, anger, aggression comes flowing out of me onto Vance’s handsome face.
“Fuck.” I whisper, my lips quivering as Vance kisses my inner thighs. When he looks up at me, I’m awestruck. “This is all very confusing for me.”
“Me too.” He says and pulls my tank top off when he stands. I let him. I want this man more than I’ve ever wanted anything. “It’s like you’ve knocked something free inside of me, Ainsley.” He takes one of my diamond peaks into his mouth as I fumble to undo his pants. “Something no one’s ever done for me.”
Vance takes over, unzipping his pants as I work on his dress shirt. I pull the fabric over his sculpted shoulders and take in his impossibly toned torso. From the prominent valley between his pecs to his six-pack accentuated by two deep grooves, he’s a superhero come to life.
He pulls down his boxer briefs, and his rock-hard length springs to life. He’s so big his bulbous tip stretches up past his belly button. My eyes widen, and part of me wonders if that thing will even fit inside of me.
Oh, I’m willing to give it a good goddamn try.
His lips crash down on mine, and we make our way to the couch. “Ouch!” He says, and I giggle when I realize I’ve run him into the coffee table.
“Sorry,” I whisper against his full lips.
“No, Ainsley,” he pulls away and meets my eyes. “I’m the one who’s sorry.” He brushes a strand of hair away from my face. “For the way I’ve treated you, and I always will be.” The tiniest dimple indents in his left cheek when he smiles.
I can’t believe any of this is happening.
We find the sofa, and he lays me down. It’s like we’re two teenagers fumbling and rushing to fuck before one of our parents gets home. The excitement, the naughtiness, the absolute confusion of the feelings coursing through me, all of it turns me on more than I can explain.
I gasp as his thick tip parts my folds. My fingernails gently dig into his corded triceps. “Are you okay?” Vance asks, a look of genuine concern in his eyes. I nod but also know this is going to take a lot of dissecting.
“Keep going,” I say. He presses a kiss against my forehead, and I close my eyes. Vance’s thickness fills me up. I give in to the pleasure as he pushes his way deeper inside of me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Ainsley.” His hot breath tickles my neck. “So special, perfect in every way.” He fucks me harder. “I don’t deserve you.”
“No,” I say, loving his forcefulness. “You don’t.”
I run my hands all along his muscular torso while he pumps in and out of me. Every position feels better than the next. He presses me up against the wall, sliding in and out of me while he presses my arms over my head, bends me over the couch, and cups my breast as he finds his way deeper still. We make it to the bedroom eventually, and when he comes, he’s on top of me, looking deep into my eyes, hitting the right spot and making me release simultaneously.
He pulls me tight to him, rolling over onto his back so that my cheek is pressed against his chest. His heart races, drowning out the sounds of my thoughts. Neither one of us speaks for a long time.
Finally, Vance breaks the silence. “I want this to work, Ainsley.”
“You want what to work?” I ask, cautious.
“Us.” He brushes my damp hair away from my forehead.
“I want to be able to trust you, Vance.” I rest my chin on his chest. “And trust isn’t built in one night of hot sex.”
“I know.” He says. “I’m going to work my ass off to prove to you that I’m worthy of you. That I will never treat you like that again, ever.” His nostrils flare, and again I’m dumbstruck by how handsome he is.
“Time will tell,” I say.
“Yes, it will, Ainsley.” He wraps me up in his strong arms. “Yes, it will.”
I close my eyes and relax into this moment, hoping that things can work out between us and wondering if it’s possible. Faith tells me that it’s worth a shot.
Epilogue
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