Page 31 of Selfish Desires

If anyone asked me if I had lost my mind, the answer would be a hard yes. Because that was exactly how I felt being in Vincent’s hotel room, with my bodysuit’s crotch jammed into my mouth and getting finger fucked to an inevitable orgasm. I should have felt ashamed, weak, even used. But everything raging in my body screamed the exact opposite. With every thrust of Vincent’s thick fingers into my throbbing sex, the control coating my bones brought me back to life. Here I was, with a man who introduced me to the greatest heartache I’d ever experienced while simultaneously delivering emotions, even a secret language I only wanted to know with him and no one else.

Soon, my jeans were being ripped from my body like a flimsy rag, along with my shoes. I couldn’t even keep track of what was happening to me as I chased my climax. Vincent’s free hand squeezed and then twisted my hardened nipples and didn’t stop until a small cry of exquisite pain escaped my throat. My fingers grazed his jaw, guiding his face to mine until our lips crashed together into a hungry, sloppy, fucking incredible kiss. The room was suddenly too hot, or maybe it was just Vincent's body pressed against mine. His scent filled my senses, a wooden, musky one that threw me back to when we were one. It was too much. His fingers inside me, his mouth on mine, his hard length straining against his trousers, brushing against the inside of my thigh, sending a fresh rush of liquid heat to my center, only to coat Vincent’s hand. I tried to push him away, but my body betrayed me by pulling him closer. He ground against me, and I couldn't help but gasp into his mouth. His fingers quickened their pace; he was determined to bring me over the edge, and I was powerless to stop him. My body twisted and turned beneath his expert touch, hands clawing at his bare back under his shirt.

“Come on, baby,” Vincent began. “Let your sweet cunt squeeze my fingers.” He grabbed the saliva-soaked fabric from my mouth and yanked the bodysuit over my head, throwing it over my shoulder.

“Oh God.” I threw my head back. “I’m so close.”

Vincent shook his head, stopping his fingers, giving my clit one last pinch.

“Please,” I whimpered, but he only shook his head again, smirking at the desperation in my voice.

“Not yet,” he murmured, pulling his fingers from me. The sudden emptiness had me bucking against him, craving more. He only chuckled darkly before his lips were on mine again, silencing my protests. His fingers traced a molten path from my heated core to my breast, the contrasting cool air making me shiver despite the heat burning hot and fast within me. Vincent bent down to take a hardened nipple into his mouth. His tongue worked over the sensitive bud, sending lightning bolts of pleasure darting straight to my pussy. I cried out, my fingers threading through his thick hair, pulling him closer.

The unmistakable clink of his belt being unbuckled and pulled from the loops sent my pulse into overdrive. I was that much closer to having Vincent’s cock buried deep in me, and the wait was almost certain to kill me at this rate. Next, the sound of his zipper being dragged the few inches it needed to go, getting ready to free his throbbing dick. He stood, shrugging off his crisp shirt, revealing his sculpted torso with a sprinkling of dark hair that only accentuated his muscles.

“Now you can touch me.” Vincent’s deep, gravelly voice sent a biting shiver down my spine.

I reached out, dragging my nails down his smooth, muscled torso, and watched goosebumps follow in their wake. His eyes darkened to a lustful glow that mirrored my own. I moved my fingers lower until they reached the hem of his pants. He looked down at me with a smirk, daring me to go on. I didn't disappoint him. I pulled down his pants and boxers in one swift motion, freeing his engorged veined cock, oozing pre-cum, to bounce back against his stomach.

Instantly, saliva pooled under my tongue, readying myself, but Vincent had other plans. “Wrap your hand around me,” he ordered.

His voice was command and silk all in one, a potent blend that had me nodding, my fingers already curling around his thick length.

“Good girl,” Vincent whispered as his hand lazily traveled to my neck, squeezing the damp skin. “No mouth, just your hands,” he reminded me, watching my every move. “Show me how good you can be.”

My grip tightened around him, and I increased the speed, my hand gliding up and down his cock faster than before. His heavy breaths were music to my ears, the grunts and groans he released only fueled my arousal, making my pussy clench at nothing, wishing it was Vincent’s dick. But I knew I couldn’t ask. This was part of the game: I had to earn it. Or maybe it was the other way all along. Vincent needed to earn me back. My trust. My everything.

He let out a guttural moan when I twisted my hand around the head and gave it a sharp squeeze. Vincent abruptly pulled away, panting heavily. “Enough,” he choked out, pulling me to my feet. “Turn around.”

I obeyed, turning my back to him and bending over the chair with my ass in the air. There was a rustle behind me and then the soft tear of foil wrappers. His rough hand gripped my shoulder before pressing against me without any warning. A small gasp escaped me as he pushed his throbbing erection into me inch by agonizing inch until he was balls deep inside me. I almost forgot how perfectly Vincent filled me and how my walls clamped around his cock, savoring every inch, every vein, every ridge.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his grip on my hips bruising as he pulled out only to slam back in. The sharp slide of him against my sensitive flesh had me crying out, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge.

“You're so tight.” Vincent’s fingers dug deeper into my flesh. “Always so damn tight for me.”

His voice was gruff, barely above a whisper, but it shuddered me, heating my blood. His pace quickened, each thrust harder than the last. I cried out his name, the sound echoing around the room. The pleasure was unbearable, and I could hardly stand it. The coil in my stomach tightened as my pussy clenched around Vincent’s erection, drowned in my juices. I was close, and when Vincent’s hand clamped around my neck, squeezing before slamming my back against his sweat-soaked chest, I knew it was a matter of seconds until I exploded around him.

“Fuck. I love how your pussy is so tight. Always so wet for me,” he panted, just as suddenly sending me forward onto the chair, pushing against my back.

His hand came down hard on my ass, a loud slap ringing out in the silent room. It sent an unexpected jolt of pleasure rippling through me and pushed me even closer to release. He grunted with each powerful thrust now, matching my own desperate cries.

“That's right,” he murmured in my ear, his hot breath sending chills down my spine despite the heat coursing through me. “This is where you belong... with me.” Vincent’s hand grabbed my hair, yanking me back, but my grip on the chair stayed firm. Again, a loud, unexpected crack against my ass shook the room and robbed me of the air my lungs desperately needed.

“Oh, fuck…” My voice trailed off as my forehead pressed against the chair’s leather. I reached behind, grabbing Vincent’s thigh, the taut muscle flexing under his skin. “I can’t take it.” I wasn’t even making sense anymore. The only goal I had was to capture my orgasm, which was a few seconds away.

His grip tightened on my hips almost painfully as he drove into me one last time.

“Come for me,” Vincent commanded just as I teetered on the edge of bliss. His fingers snaked around my waist, rolling my clit between his thumb and index finger, pinching. And then I was done.

The world exploded around me as I tipped over the edge, my body convulsing as an earth-shattering orgasm ripped through me. “Fuck, Vin.” A moan ripped through my throat, cracking my vocal cords.

“You know what I want to hear. Say it!” Vincent shouted.

“I... I...” My breath came out in jagged gasps as I clenched around him, my orgasm making me see stars.

“Say it!” Vincent growled again, his cock pulsing inside me, seemingly drawing my orgasm out, making it last longer.

“I’m coming,” I finally choked out after what felt like an eternity.

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