Page 20 of Loving Vincent

She held a hand up. “Wait, wait, we need to talk,” she said hoarsely.

“No more waiting,” Vince growled, grabbing her arm and dragging her back into his embrace.

She allowed him to hold her but held her face to the side so he couldn’t kiss her again. Vince wasn’t having that. He would find a way to kiss her. He swung her around and shoved her back onto the bed where she fell in an ungraceful heap. He dropped to his knees next to the bed and shoved her legs apart, diving in between, fully intent on kissing her pussy until he’d had his fill of kissing.

“Ahhhh!” Jenna shrieked, pulling her legs back and trying to push his head away at the same time.

Vince slapped the inside of her thigh which caused her to jump, then he dragged her back into position, using his shoulders to force her legs apart. Damn woman was really fighting him on this. He wondered if it was sex in general that she was objecting to, or if she didn’t want him to lick her pussy? Well, she’d just have to get used to it because he wasn’t about to give up that sweet nectar. He knew once he had a taste there would be no going back. He was going to lick and suck this honeypot until the end of time.

“Vince!” she yelled as he dove in tongue first, taking his first sip.

“Lola,” he muttered against her labia.

His reminded that her daughter was sleeping soundly just down the hall from them seemed to sink in and she lowered the volume of her shrieks, moans and protests. “Vince!” she whispered as loudly as possible as he groaned into her pussy, lashing her mercilessly with his tongue. He knew he should slow down, gently grow her orgasm, show her that he could produce a modicum of finesse if needed, but he was drowning in her taste and her scent. She was beautiful and he couldn’t get enough.

“Vince,” she gasped again. Fuck he loved the sound of his name on her lips especially as she was jerking and moaning wildly underneath him. “Please tell me this isn’t payment for all the stuff we bought today.”

Vince froze. Her words, her doubt in him, were about the only thing that could make him lift his head from between her legs. She lifted her own head off the bed, meeting his steely gaze with a vulnerable one of her own. He crawled up her body, following her as she tried to crawl backwards away from him. Vince pinned her to the bed, holding her in place, making sure she was in a good position to hear and understand him, while he cleared things up.

“You don’t owe me anything. You will never owe me anything. What’s happening between us was inevitable from the moment I touched you in that shit shack you used to live in. I knew you were mine then, and I know it even more now. So shut up, relax and enjoy, cause this is happening, sweetheart.”

He stared down at her, hoping he hadn’t fucked up with his words. He wasn’t a well-spoken guy. He hung out with thugs and blue-collar workers, he knew jack shit about soft words and passionate speeches. And he really didn’t want to have to go another 24 hours with blue balls as he tried to find the right words to get the woman of his dreams into his bed if she refused to fuck him now.

Finally, she spoke, putting him out of his misery. “I think that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged his head down to hers.

Relief and triumph slashed through him as he kissed her, their lips lingering as they memorized her, as she tasted herself on him. Their hands were everywhere, hers running down his back, up his arms, over his chest. He touched her breasts, filling his hands with her incredible globes, testing their softness, their fullness, the way her nipples peaked as the rough pads of his fingertips grazed them. Perfect. Just like the rest of her, from her tiny feet to her sweet pussy, her tits were a perfect work of art.

He couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to be inside her, wanted as much of him touching her as he could get. “Need to fuck you now,” he growled against her throat, finding her with his fingers and parting her folds. The wetness that coated his fingers called to him, sent a sizzling need to fill her right through his body, filling his balls with a heavy need.

“Condom?” she asked.

“Don’t want anything between us, sweetheart, I’m clean.”

“Please,” she begged, her voice a feathery whisper against his collarbone. “Until we can get health checks.”

He shouldn’t care, should just take her the way he longed. A day ago he would have. He would’ve fucked her without a condom, would’ve laid down the law, his law. But she asked him sweetly, didn’t want to stop. He didn’t want to disappoint her, even though he knew it was a waste of time and a condom. They were both clean, he had the records to prove it. But he would give his princess what she wanted until he could get what he wanted, no barrier between them and his baby planted firmly in her womb.

The last thought surprised him and he pondered it as he reached into his nightstand, pulled a condom out and rolled it over his raging dick. A baby? Not once in his life had he considered the idea of a baby. But the idea of Jenna in his home, lush and round with his baby, her little girl growing up under his care, was an image he couldn’t shake.

He moved over top of her as she spread her legs, lifting them to wrap around his hips. “It’s been awhile,” she whispered.

“Me too,” he grunted and pushed himself into her welcoming heat, the mantra ‘go slow’ repeating over and over in his brain. He didn’t want to hurt Jenna, didn’t want this experience to be over before it started. As he bottomed out, his cock touching every snug part of her pussy it could reach, he gathered her up into his arms and held her. They clung to each other as he began fucking her, slow at first, then with building passion. Her cries filled his ears, driving him on, giving him tunnel vision until all he wanted was to hear her scream as her orgasm took over.

She bit his shoulder, probably in an attempt to stop her shouts from waking up the kid. He wrapped his hand around the back of her head and held her close. Pleasure zinged through his body until he was groaning as loud as her, his entire being focused on this moment. He couldn’t stop if he tried, couldn’t stop if the house was on fire or if a herd of zebras went running through his bedroom. His life depending on the culmination of their mutual pleasure.

Jenna was the first to reach orgasm, letting loose a muffled scream as her teeth sank deeper into his flesh. That tiny prick of pain, given to him by the only woman who had ever captured his attention, threw him headlong into his own orgasm. Warmth rushed down his spine, into his balls and straight through his engorged cock. He filled the condom to overflowing with all the semen that had been gathering in his balls from the moment he looked at her picture and decided she belonged to him.

“Oh. My. Fuck.” Jenna announced, flopping bonelessly beneath him.

Vince pulled out of her and rolled over onto his back, one hand resting possessively on her belly. He grinned at the ceiling, his first real, honest to goodness smile in years. “Yeah,” he agreed.

He’d never felt this way before. Not even close. He brought women home sometimes. Fucked them, sent them on their way. This was different. He already felt a powerful craving for the woman he’d fucked seconds before. He wanted to do it again. His cock was already growing semi-hard as he thought of how he’d fuck her next. On her knees, her chest pressed down into the bed. He’d fuck her pussy and play with her ass, get her used to anal play. He suspected she was an innocent when it came to anal.

He was in the process of rolling over on top of her again and capturing her face between his palms, when a voice filtered through the door. “Mommy?”

They both sat up and looked at the door. Or more specifically, the knob that was slowly turning. They scrambled for the blankets, laughing like lunatics as the door swung open.

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