Page 60 of Selfish Desires

“Say it again,” I said, my lips pressed against his, sucking his warm breath into my mouth.

“I need you,” Vincent answered as he tore my shirt off and unfastened my bra, tossing the black lace material to the corner of the room. He captured a nipple with his mouth, flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue, making my back arch off the mattress. My hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. His lips were everywhere—trailing kisses from my neck down my exposed chest, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touched.

Vincent’s hands skimmed the waistband of my jeans. They deftly unbuttoned them, sliding them off along with my underwear, leaving me open to his ravenous gaze. His eyes landed on my glistening, dripping pussy. A low growl escaped his throat as he drank me in. He cupped my sex, pressing his thumb against my clit in firm, swirling movements that had me gasping and writhing beneath him. As he slipped a finger inside me, I could not contain the moan that slipped past my lips. His movements were slow, teasing; each time, he withdrew nearly all the way before plunging back in. My body shook with an intensity only Vincent triggered.

“You like when I finger fuck your wet cunt?” Vincent pumped two fingers in me, edging me closer to a climax as my pussy clenched around his digits and my ragged breaths filled the room. He withdrew his fingers, leaving a tortuous ache between my legs. He discarded his clothes hastily, revealing his rippling muscles bathed in the low glow of the bedside lamp. Vincent was above me again, his thick hard cock dripping with beads of pre-cum at my cunt. He wrapped his fingers around his dick, placing the engorged head against my entrance, and it was enough to make me clench at nothing but air. Vincent leaned forward, his lips pressed against my ear as his warm breath tickled my skin. “I need you, Wendy.”

I jerked my head away, forcing us to lock eyes. “Look at me when you say it.” I sucked in a sharp breath.

“I need you, Wendy,” Vincent repeated, and without warning, he thrust deep into me, not even giving me a chance to get used to his girth. It was a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain, convincing me to drown in whatever Vincent threw at me.

His cock filled me completely, stretching my walls to accommodate his size. His hands held my hips in a vice-like grip as he set a punishing pace, slamming into me again and again. Each thrust was met with a gasp or whimper reverberating in the room's silence.

“I need you,” Vincent groaned, his voice raw with animalistic hunger. The depth of his need shocked me even as it only made me hotter. He owned me every bit as much as I owned him.

“Yes…” I gasped. “Please, harder. Fuck me harder.” Drops of sweat coated my body, and I raked my nails along Vincent’s back, digging them into his flick flesh as his cock hit the delicious spot that always made my toes curl. A fresh rush of juices coated his length.

Vincent growled in response, increasing his pace. His thrusts were deep and relentless. The slapping sound of our bodies colliding echoed through the room.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to come,” I moaned, tossing my head back onto the white pillows.

Vincent’s grip on my hipbones tightened, his fingers surely leaving marks, but I would care about it later. Right now, I only wanted him.

“Come for me, Wendy,” he ordered fervently, the thick vein on his neck bulging as his rough thrusts brought me closer to the brink of ecstasy.

My orgasm was so close, the coil in my stomach tightening, and I surrendered to the pleasure that was about to engulf me. And then it was like a bomb exploded. I clung onto him like a lifeline as wave after wave of orgasm crashed over me. My body shook violently beneath him, my toes curling, nails digging deeper into his back. I let out a drawn-out scream of his name, echoing through the room.

As I rode out the waves of my orgasm, Vincent's pace turned erratic. The grip on my legs tightened even more, and he let out a low, guttural sound. His body went rigid, then jerked violently, his cock pulsing inside me as he came with a roar that rivaled my own cries. Vincent collapsed onto me, rolling over to prevent crushing me under his weight. He was panting heavily, sweat glistening on his sun-kissed skin.

He pulled me against his chest, wrapping his arms around me. We lay there for a while in silence.

I could hear his heartbeat gradually slowing down to its normal pace against my ear. His fingers ran absentmindedly up and down my spine, sending tingles all over my body.

“Vincent,” I breathed out softly after a while.

“Just in case you were wondering,” Vincent began, gazing at me. “I still need you.”

The only thing scarier than the return of the pictures stalking Wendy accompanied by threatening notes was Wendy sending me constant death stares in her restaurant as I interviewed any possible leads. And by possible leads, I really meant anyone I thought looked question-worthy. What better place to conduct my investigation? Wendy’s restaurant.

“You’re going to put me out of business by the time this is over,” said Wendy, slamming down a plate carrying a sizzling, oozing grilled cheese with crispy bacon.

“Easy.” I jumped. “You’re going to break another plate,” I smirked and took a bite of the perfect, crispy sandwich before burning the top of my mouth. When I reached for the glass of iced water, Wendy moved the condensation-ridden cup away.

“I’m serious. My customers are going to get suspicious.” Wendy glared at me in the corner booth. I hadn’t vacated the spot since last week when all this shit started up again.

I eyed Wendy’s chef’s uniform and spotted a tiny white flour patch on her cheekbone. Trying to hide a smile was nearly impossible. “Did anyone ever tell you how cute you look right now?”

“No,” Wendy responded through gritted teeth.

I pouted, taking another bite, but then stopped, studying the cheesy sandwich. “You didn’t poison this, right?”

She stared at me, a piercing glare that would have sent lesser men running for the hills. “If I wanted to poison you, I wouldn't do it with my world-famous grilled cheese.” She crossed her arms.

Her words made me smirk. Maybe I was imagining things, but there was a hint of that old warmth in her eyes. “Now you're just trying to butter me up.”

Wendy shook her head, hiding a smile that threatened to escape. “Just eat your sandwich, Detective.” She started to walk away when a thought came to mind.

“Hey, Wen?”

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