Page 14 of Ruining Vanessa

It would be nice if he were here right now, spooning Vanessa from the other side, though.

But he has to work, and I wouldn’t do anything to discourage him from taking his role seriously. He won’t begrudge me a few minutes here, though, especially this late at night. If Giulio needs me, he’ll call.

I take her hand and slowly draw it down until it’s pressing against my cock. “Here,” I coax her. “Touch me right here.”

Vanessa hesitates, but she can’t really argue unless she wants to jerk away from my touch. She’s being very, very obedient, though, and she lets me put her hand on my hardening but still clothed cock.

“You aren’t going to…” Vanessa starts, hesitating. “It’s kind of gross.”

It takes me a moment to follow where she’s going with it. I huff in amusement and kiss her forehead. “No. Unless you think it would help with your pain, I won’t take you.”

“Why would it help with the pain?” she asks, shaking her head. “No, it’s okay. I’ll… do this for you, but I don’t want to be touched right now. Plus, there’s a tampon and it’s all…” She wrinkles her nose, making it clear just how gross she thinks it is.

The expression is adorable. A little blood wouldn’t bother me, and there’s the shower right there, but there wouldn’t be much of a point since she’s unlikely to get pregnant right now.

Not that it would make much of a difference. It’s Giulio’s child she’s going to have, not mine.

I help her undo my belt and fly, but I wait for her to take my cock out on her own. Her hand trembles, but she wraps her warm, slender fingers around my length and strokes lightly.

“Good,” I whisper. I make sure not to move too much, so she has the chance to explore to her heart’s desire. She doesn’t seem to want to, of course, but I guide her gently. “Just a little more of that. It feels so good. Doesn’t it feel good for you, too, Vanessa? To know that you’re bringing me pleasure?”

Her lip curls slightly in distaste, but I choose to ignore it. Eventually, she will learn that bringing me pleasure can make her feel good too. She says nothing, though, for all that she continues to carefully run her hand up and down my cock.

“A bit more pressure,” I coax. “Do you remember? When we were with Giulio—I told you I like it rougher than him.”

She squeezes her eyes shut, but she nods and tightens her grasp too.

I let out a long, stuttering breath at the sudden pleasure. I could stay here for hours with Vanessa, letting her tease me. There’s a languid softness to this moment, the two of us in our own little world.

Taking comfort in each other’s presence.

I lean in to kiss her again, sweetly, coaxing her to enjoy my presence and the feeling of my cock in her hand. She reluctantly kisses back, opening for me, and my tongue explores her mouth. I groan against her lips as she pumps my cock a little faster, a little rougher, and it feels so good.

It’s easy to imagine she wants this as much as I do, as much as Giulio does. She surrenders so easily. I’m so glad I chose her for this, to be bred for Giulio’s child. She’ll be utterly perfect.

She speeds up her touch, and I can’t help but chuckle as I realize she’s trying to hurry this along.

“A little slower,” I tell her, touching her wrist. “We’re not in any hurry to finish this any time soon, are we?”

The look on her face tells me she’s more than ready for it to be over with, but that’s only a temporary setback.

She slows her pace, although her grip remains tight the way I like it. I reward her with another kiss, and I move my hand under her shirt—my shirt, really—to play with her breast. She jumps, and I feel her legs squirm a little.

“You’re so perfect,” I murmur. “I’m so glad I met you, Vanessa.”

“I’m not perfect,” she says, a little sullenly, as her movements slow a little more. “And…”

I can practically feel her trying not to say it, that she isn’t glad at all, and I chuckle. “You’ll be grateful for it. You really, really will. It’s so much better than it could be. Being mine and Giulio’s… We’ll take care of you forever.”

Vanessa shudders, clearly not enjoying the idea of that as much as I do. But I gently tweak one of her nipples, surprising a little gasp out of her.

“You can move a little faster again,” I tell her. “Just don’t be so quick to get it finished. We want to enjoy our time together.”

She closes her eyes, but she doesn’t respond, only starting to stroke me a little more quickly.

She always wonders why I chose her, but when I see her like this, trying so hard to obey, trembling and breathing quickly, the question is “How could I not have?”

I press my lips to her forehead and move my hips a little to meet her stroking. She startles, but she keeps her hand moving.

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