Page 83 of Go Deep

My head slams back against the window, insides erupting like a Fourth of July fireworks display. Sparks pop, light flashes, white noise fills my ears. I drop my eyes down to Vince’s mouth. He works me slow as I erupt into his eager mouth. Then he drinks in every drop as his raised, heated gaze sears my prickled skin.

I shudder in his tight grip, tremors quaking my entire body. “You’re fucking incredible at that.”

He slides up the front of my sweaty chest, his hard cock grazing mine. Digging his fingers into my hips, he pulls me against him until we’re skin to skin. My head lolls to the side, eyes half-closed, body humming from aftershocks.

“You look so gorgeous right now,” he grunts, rotating his hips against mine. My cock jumps, half-hard again from Vince grinding into me. He reaches under me and moves his fingers into my crease. I moan when he rubs my hole before pressing two fingers inside of me. Crooking his fingers, he drives them deep and grazes my prostate. “I love watching you come, knowing I can make you feel that good.”

“You make me feel amazing. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. What only you can do with your hands, your mouth…and your heart.” I press my hand against his chest, smiling at the way his dark eyes brighten when I say that, how the flecks of gold in the center glow like embers in a fire.

He dips his head lower, capturing my lips with his own. I grab his lower lip with my teeth, nipping it before urging his hot and hungry mouth open. I taste the salty tang on his tongue as it curls possessively around mine.

I slide my other hand around his back and drag my fingernails down the slope of his spine as he finger-fucks my ass. I don’t even know how many fingers he has in there at this point. All I know is that I can’t wait for his cock to fill me up.

My legs shake, knees close to buckling. Every push and pull of his fingers teases and taunts me until my brain is about to short circuit from the all-consuming monsoon of desire. I cling to him like a lifeline, my lips begging for more until he finally gives me what I crave.

With a look that steals my breath, Vince slides his fingers out of me and positions his cock against the tight rim of muscle before settling me against the seat under the window. He loops his arm around both of my legs and lifts my ass off the cushion.

“I love you.” His gruff voice hums against my skin as he thrusts into my ass. The immediate burn has me clenching until he slides deeper, stretching me wide so I can take his full length. His movements are slow and methodical…fucking maddening. And when he spits on his hand and palms my cock, my heart goes berserk, thrashing around in my chest like it might burst through my ribcage at any second.

I wrap my arms around him as I ride his cock, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Harder,” I moan. “Please…”

He pounds into me, a feral expression commanding his chiseled features. Right now he’s the predator and I’m his very willing prey. Each slam of his cock into my ass makes me cryout, the pleasure bubbling in my chest. Lights flash in front of my eyes as he rubs his thumb over my slit and then strokes my cock faster in his fist.

My balls tighten, the rest of me paralyzed by the sensations rocketing my body into the stratosphere of the most intense carnal ecstasy imaginable. How is it that he can do these things to me so naturally when he was only a virgin less than a few weeks ago?

Fuuuuck.

I don’t even care how. I’m just so damn thankful he can.

Ropes of cum spew over my stomach. Vince slams into me one last time, our bodies locked together, the slick, sticky wetness clinging to our skin. We swallow each other’s stilted breaths with a deep, soul-searing kiss. Our teeth clash, our hearts throb, and our frenzied hands claw and grope like it’s the last time they’ll ever get a shot to hold on to the pure magic just made by our bodies.

And our hearts.

“You’re sure you aren’t pissed off at me for outing us on CNN?” Vince leans in to nuzzle my neck.

It feels like hours pass before I can breathe in enough oxygen to speak.

“If you keep doing that to me, I can pretty much guarantee I’ll never get mad at you ever again.”

“Good.” His cock slips out of me and he lowers me to the cushion. My ass stings a little from being railed like I was his first conjugal visit after a year of incarceration. But the way he looks at me erases any shred of pain.

“You look hungry.”

“You offering yourself up again?”

I grin. “I need a little rebound time. I have plenty of stuff to get our energy back up, though. Red Bull, egg whites, steaks, yogurt, almonds, brown rice?—”

“What the fuck?” Vince gives his head a quick shake. “That’s not even close to the kind of food I need right now. I forgot you were in the full swing of the season, but that rabbit food ain’t gonna do it for me.”

We detangle ourselves from one another…reluctantly…and I search for my phone. I heard it clatter on the floor while we were kicking off our clothes. Hopefully, I kicked it out of the elevator. I flip on a light switch.

Bingo.

I bend down to grab it. “I’ll DoorDash something for you. What does your sweet tooth need right now?”

“Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, Kit Kats, Milky Ways, and…some Twix bars.”

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