Page 38 of Command and Control: GHOST Operative

Possessive.

No one’s ever been possessive of me before. No one thought I was worth possessing.

Vincent’s hold on me shifts, the hands at my thighshauling them over his shoulders, leaving my legs to drape down his back as he palms my hips, fingers kneading my flesh as his lips purse around my clit and suck. The sensation sends my hands flying to his hair looking for purchase, and his name rushing out of my mouth.

“That’s right, Angel Face.” His voice is as deep and rough as the growl he made earlier. “Make sure everyone outside knows who’s making you come.”

There are people outside? And he wants them to know he’s currently eating my pussy like a starving man?

“Jules.” The suction of Vincent’s lips pulls a little harder before releasing, making my whole body jolt. “Pay attention.”

“I am.” I gulp in air. “I am paying attention.”

I don’t think I’ve looked away since he started. I want to burn this memory into my brain. The sight of this gorgeous, deadly man licking me into oblivion is something I never want to forget.

I also don’t want it to end. But when Vincent’s hands slide under the layers of T-shirt and coat covering my upper half to palm the weight of my tits, I can’t ignore that the countdown has already started.

When his nimble fingers find my nipples and roll them not so gently, I’m gone, bucking against his mouth as I come, room spinning, vision narrowing.

“So fucking wet for me.” Vincent’s hands come back to my thighs, this time pushing them toward my chest before pinning them there with the weight of one forearm. His free hand slides up and down my slit. “Such a pretty pussy. Just as sweet and soft as you are.” He flattens his fingers right over my clit and starts vibrating them back and forth.

Fucking vibrating them.

The sound that comes out of me is unidentifiable as I squirm under the sensation.

“No complaining now, Angel Face. You’ve been asking for this since you showed me how pretty you look when you come.” His eyes lift to my face. “Did you think I wasn’t gonna want to see something that perfect again?”

I’m overwhelmed. Overstimulated. Desperate for another release and terrified I won’t get it. “Vincent.” His name is a plea. I’m about to start begging. I can feel it.

For what, I don’t fucking know.

“Shh.” He tips his head to nip the back of my thigh. “I can do this all night, Angel Face.”

Holy fuck. All night? He might have been serious about wanting to kill me after all.

I whimper and he seems to take pity on me and my extra sensitive clit. But then his fingers slide into me, pressing deep. “Or maybe you need to be fucked to come again. Is that it, Angel Face? Do you need to come on my cock this time?”

"Yes." I don't actually know, but I'm certainly not going to let an opportunity to be fucked by Vincent pass me by.

Vincent’s long fingers keep gliding in and out of me, teasing against a spot that has my toes curling so hard I’m pretty sure I’m going to get a cramp, but I don’t even care. His teasing alone has me heading for another climax, but then Vincent shifts, the forearm pressing my thighs to my chest lifting.

He stretches my legs open, letting them rest against the arms of the chair before grabbing the front of his pants. "I shouldn't have fucked you the first time, Jules." The sound of his zipper dragging down makes my core clench. "I probably shouldn't be fucking you this time either, but I'mgoing to anyway." He shoves the front of his pants down, pushing them with one hand as the other reaches in to pull out his cock.

It's the first time I've actually had my eyes on it, and I literally gasp at the sight of it. Not because it's huge, even though it is, but because of the line of piercings stacked from root to just below the tip.

The air rushes from my lungs. "That explains a lot."

Vincent's eyes lift to mine and he shoots me a wicked smirk that tells me he knows exactly what I'm talking about. "Does it?" He leans forward, lining his body to mine. I expect him to impale me the way he did last time, but he doesn't. Instead, Vincent grips the backs of my knees, holding them wide as he slowly inches his body into mine. I feel every fucking drag of those silver barbells as he presses into me, and the extra stimulation they add has me gripping the arms of the chair so hard my knuckles turn white.

I've been so freaking naïve. Believed length and girth were the two things I should wish for in a perfect penis, and my imaginary Vincent had both. He did not have piercings, and now I’m fucking kicking myself for my lack of imagination.

I knew something was different about him the first time we fucked. I honestly believed my fascination with Vincent was what made his dick seem so fantastic. But now that I know what it is, the sensation is almost amplified. As if identifying the difference has given it even more power.

My eyes roll closed as he fully seats his perfect, magical cock inside me. But Vincent doesn't immediately pull back out. No. This cocky bastard leans forward, rocking againstme in a move that puts pressure, but not direct contact, on my clit. It's like he’s lit a fuse, and my body is ready to explode again. My fears of not being able to come so soon are obliterated as he holds that position and starts to fuck me, the press of his pelvis amplifying each rock of his hips as he spears into me with that spectacularly studded cock of his.

Vincent grabs at the coat I'm still wearing, growling as he fights the zipper down. "Fucking in my way." He finally manages to get it open and shoves up my T-shirt before falling against my tits, pressing them together as his mouth clamps down on a nipple and sucks hard.

I make another indescribable sound as he starts fucking me harder. The pull of his mouth and fingers on my nipples shoots straight to where our bodies connect and I clench, squeezing around him.

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