Page 33 of Vigilante
Ffuuuck!
“Baby, stop. Just gimme a second.”
She pulls back, bloodshot eyes searching mine with the shed tears that linger there from her broken heart. “Max, please.” She begs lightly, “I don’t want to think right now, so don’t ask me to stop.”
I should not be so turned on right now.
I can feel my length thickening further, angry for release and desperate to slide itself inside her core. Lifting one hand, I brush her hair back from her face, and the pink blotches on her skin only make her more beautiful in every aspect of this moment. Who am I to stop her from anything, to make the decision for her…so I don’t.
Fuck.
“Okay,Bella, tell me what you want.”
“I-I…” she stutters, her eyes searching mine.
“Use your words, talk to me.”
Leaning into me—her soft lips meeting the shell of my ear—she drops down further, grinning, her heat against me, and my growl is almost instant. And with her hot breath fanning against my skin, she finally speaks.
“I want you to fuck me, Max. Fuck me so hard that I forget, because right now…I don’t want to feel anything but you.”
Maybe Rocco was right, because after that…yeah, I’m in love.
I close my eyes, steadying myself. “Fuck, Julia.”
“You want me to beg?” She continues. “Please, Max, make me come…make me scream your?—”
Her words are cut off the moment my hand wraps around her throat like a collar, nudging her back so I can look at her. All my restraint snaps in a millisecond. “You want me to fuck you, make you come all over my cock,Bella.” She nods furiously in response. “Okay, take my cock out.”
Julia’s fingers frantically work at the tie on my sweats, yanking the knot free before she reaches behind the elastic waist, pulling my cock free. Her warm hand and tiny little fingers wrap so perfectly around it I groan as she pumps me a few times.
I place both my hands under the top of each thigh, just below her ass. Then I curl my fingers into the fabric of her delicate little panties and pull them to one side, revealing just how wet and desperate she is.
“So wet.”
“Yes.” She hums.
Bringing her forward, I hoist her entire body above the crown of my cock, teasing her a little with just the tip.
“Max, fuck…don’t…do that.” Her words come through needy breaths, and I smile.
“Okay.”
I shrug, and with her hands resting on my shoulders for balance, I drop her down into my lap. Impaling her with every inch of my cock that belongs to her. Her muffled scream of pleasure is instantaneous. Her teeth bite into the skin on my shoulder.
“No, Julia.” Threading my hand into her hair, I fist it and drag her head back to face me. “You want me to fuck you, then you’re going to give me every…fucking…scream that belongs to me. Do you understand?”
She nods.
“Words,Bella.” I can barely fucking hold on here myself.
“Yes…okay…I understand.”
“Good,” I lean in further. “So, fuck yourself on my cock, beautiful girl.”
Her moans begin filling the air. Deep, guttural, and almost animalistic in their tone, and fuck me if the tune of her sexual pleasure doesn’t bring me closer to the edge with her. Reaching up, I grip my shirt, tearing it from her body and allowing herperfect tits to spring free from the cotton enclosure. I latch onto her peaked nipple and suck.
“Oh my God!” She cries out. “Fuck, you feel so good!”
