Page 167 of Defiant Beta

“Oh…”

“Good?” His voice rumbles over me, sending electric shocks through me.

“Uh, huh.”

His fingers curl and pump. I whimper, then moan as his right hand slides up and palms my breast. His pace is slow and easy, his touch self-indulgent.

I work my hips to each slick slide of his fingers inside me as his tongue teases and taunts my clit.

The pressure builds.

Grows hotter. Sweat slicks my brow. My moans grow louder, competing with the wet sounds of his fingers in me.

I blow like a gasket. My thighs quiver, fingers clutch his hair, and my head tilts back. My scream fills the room.

He eases me down from my climax with soft caresses and sweet kisses. My eyes flutter open long minutes later when, naked, he settles his weight on top of me.

My heart slams against my chest. Vincent freezes.

His fingers brush my jaw. “Della?”

I swallow. “I’m okay.” But I’m not sure that I am. My breathing isn’t steady.

His eyes scan my face, then he shifts onto his back as he settles me on top of him.

“How’s that?” he asks, his voice gruff.

The second his cock touches my pussy, a soft sound escapes me. My hands rest on his shoulder, his eyes locked on mine as I push down.

I clench around him. He’s thick. My nails dig into his shoulders, and I whimper, “Good. So good.”

“Take a little more,” he groans, grasping my hips and bringing me down more firmly on him. “You can do it.”

“Vincent,” I moan as I swallow another inch. My pussy tightens around him and he groans, breathing harder as I roll my hips.

“That’s it, baby. Take more. Don’t stop until I’m balls deep inside you.”

I ride him, slower than I want, harder than I need. The wet sound of our bodies working together captures my full attention.

“So damn wet for me.” His fingers cut into my hips, muscles taut in his neck as he lets me control the pace.

I’m full to bursting with him. So full. So utterly stretched.

His lips are flat, and his body coated with a fine perspiration.

He’s trembling, and that control, thatfightto stay still, undoes me.

“Need you faster,” I whisper.

He drags me harder onto him and I moan, fingers fluttering over my clit, desperate to fall.

His hips jerk as his eyes lock on my fingers. “Fuck. Again. Show me how you like it.”

As I work myself on his cock, I strum my fingers over my clit.

It creeps up on me. The roar of my orgasm racing toward me as I slap up and down on Vincent’s cock.

And as I start to fall, I lose my rhythm.

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