Page 73 of Selfish Desires

“Tell me you want me,” he murmured against me, inches from where I needed him the most. His fingers traced the slick trail of arousal that seeped from my pussy before dipping a single digit inside me.

I cried out at the sudden feeling of fullness, clenching around him in a silent plea for more. “Vincent…I…” I stammered out, my words cut short as he moved his finger slowly in and out of me. I could barely think straight, much less form a coherent sentence.

“Say it.” He added a second finger to join the first. His lips pressed soft wet kisses along the inside of my thigh until he reached my clit, clamped his mouth around the bundle of nerves, and sucked.

A feral moan slipped past my lips at his demands. “I want you…Vincent…” I managed to gasp out between ragged breaths.

“Tell me you need me.” Vincent’s mouth vibrated against my core, making my walls tighten, squeezing his fingers. “That’s it. You’re getting close to me, baby, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” I nodded desperately, my hands gripping the sheets, punishing the fabric as my legs began to quake.

“You need me.” Vincent's finger fucked me harder. “Say it.”

I was so close to coming. So fucking close. But I couldn’t say what he needed me to say because I refused to lie. I could have been bad and gotten my punishment. But right now?

I wanted to be good.

“I won’t say it.” My chest heaved as I forced the words out.

“Why won’t you say it?” Vincent continued to pump through my wet folds, going deeper and deeper into my tight pussy. “Fuck, you’re squeezing my hand. I love how tight you get when you’re about to come.”

I shook my head, only wanting to come. That was the only thing I knew how to do at this juncture.

And then, everything stopped.

Vincent froze, his fingers still embedded deep inside me, his mouth hovering over my throbbing clit. The room fell into a hushed silence, broken only by the heavy panting of our breaths.

“Why?” he asked again, his voice strained and tight with pent-up desire. His eyes bore into mine, dark with intensity and a hint of vulnerability.

I swallowed hard, my body still aching for release but knowing I couldn’t give him what he wanted. Not yet. Not until I knew where we stood. “Because…” I started, my voice shaky as I met his gaze. “Because needing someone is different than wanting them.”

I had never been so wrong when I thought I said too much and expected Vincent to leave. Instead, a wicked smile played across his face, and he leaned back on his haunches, removing his hand completely from my cunt. It was a move that caused pain to wrack through my body, so much so that I bit down on my tongue to stop myself from screaming and instead tasted blood.

Vincent stared at his glistening fingers soaked in my juices and tasted a digit. “You taste so fucking good.” He leaned over my body and shoved two fingers into my mouth before I had a chance to protest. “Taste your pussy.” Vincent’s fingers hit the back of my throat, and I gagged.

Sick, twisted pleasure coursed through my veins as he subjected me to taste my own arousal. His eyes danced with satisfaction as he kept his fingers lodged deep inside my mouth, smearing the juices on my tongue. His fingers slid out of my mouth and down my chin; a trail of my essence trailed down my skin, seeping into the sheets below. He removed himself from between my legs and sat up, his hands grasped my ankles to pull me to the edge of the bed.

“If you’re going to come tonight, you’re going to come around my cock.” Vincent positioned himself between my legs, undressing and tossing his clothes to all corners of the room. “And you will come because you were honest with me.” He lined up his veined cock to the entrance of my pussy, running his leaking tip through my soaked folds. Vincent licked his thumb and placed it over my clit as he traced lazy, circular patterns, making my walls tighten, chasing a release I desperately needed.

“I love how wet you are,” he murmured, his voice grating with pure desire. “And all because you need my cock.”

The tension in the room was thick and palpable, our ragged breaths matching in rhythm as Vincent's cock pressed against me.

Without another word, he pushed into me slowly, agonizingly so. Pleasure coursed through my body as he filled me completely, inch by inch until I felt nothing but him. His grip on my ankles tightened as he started to move inside me. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared up at him, my mouth dry as I registered his absolute dominance. Vincent pulled out of me only to slam back inside with renewed vigor. His rough movements jolted me further up the bed while pleasure spiked within me at an ungodly rate.

“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?” His words were a hoarse whisper against the quiet of the room just before his lips latched onto my hardened nipple.

A strangled scream tore from my throat as he brutally suckled on me while continuing to pound into my pussy. His thrusts became faster and harder as the pleasure building inside me reached its peak, ready to spill over. I writhed beneath him, my hands clawing at his back and leaving angry red marks in their wake. As he hit a particular spot deep inside me, I screamed out his name as the dam finally broke.

My orgasm crashed over me, consuming every fiber of my being. I clung onto him for dear life as my body convulsed around him, riding the waves of ecstasy. Vincent stilled for a moment before his own climax overtook him. He buried his face in the crook of my neck as he came with a loud groan, his hot release painting the inner walls of my pussy.

We stayed locked in that position as we rode out our orgasms, our labored breaths filling the otherwise silent room. Vincent's weight pressed down on me comfortingly as he gently traced patterns on my flushed chest.

“Fuck,” he finally said into the crook of my neck, Vincent’s sweaty cheek pressed against my slick skin. After catching his breath, he propped himself on one elbow and looked down at me. “So...you don't need me?”

I opened my mouth to respond, but I arched up to gently kiss his lips.

“I don't need you,” I murmured against his lips. “I choose you.”

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