Page 57 of Girl Violence

“To answer your question, you don’t just look okay. You’re hot as fuck.” Her heart stops beating, or that’s what it feels like as he pushes back her hair and puts his hands over the mounds of her breasts, his thumbs gliding across her nipples and sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She moans. His hands are cool, but her skin is on fire.

“And to rephrase what that shithead said,” he continues. “You’re not just any girl. At least, not to me. Not only do you have a rocking body, but you are also beautiful, funny, and have one smart-ass mouth that I both loathe and can’t get enough of.”

Josette swallows hard. Okay. Wow.

Reaching for his T-shirt, her breath catches as he helps her pull it over his head, revealing toned, rippled skin covered with tattoos. She’s seen him shirtless before, but this is different. That day in their gardens seems like a lifetime ago. Getting onto her knees, she touches his chest, admiring some of the ink on his skin. He’s soft and hard at the same time. Hot beneath her fingertips.

He’s not just any guy.

Vince takes her hips and slides his hands around her back, pulling her flush against him. Then, he bends his head and kisses her. Hard. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Josette gasps when his tongue slips into her mouth. He pushes her back against his pillows and Josette wraps her legs around his hips. His body falls between her thighs, enough for her to feel how much he wants her. How hard he is.

Reaching for the button of his jeans, she puts her hand down the front of his boxers and takes his length in her hand. She hears her own gasp at how big he is, barely fitting in her hand. He leans his forehead against her shoulder as she begins pumping him slowly, getting braver with every heavy breath that passes his lips.

“Shit,” he whispers as she keeps going. “Are you…are you on the pill?”

“Religiously.”

“Thank fuck.” He sighs. “I’m going to take you without a condom, okay? I haven’t fucked anyone in months.”

Josette nods as his fingers hook her panties and pull them down, his lips coming back onto hers. His kiss is slow at first, but electricity builds between them within seconds and takes over. Her fingers grip the waistband of his jeans, and she pulls his jeans and boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free.

Spreading her legs wider apart, Vince buries his head in Josette’s neck. She pants as he slides his hands down her body. The anticipation of having him inside of her is killing her.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks as she places her hands on his thick arms and squeezes. Maybe it’s given him the assumption that she’s apprehensive.

“No,” she says. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this.”

“I think I have an idea.” He grips Josette’s hips with his fingers and enters her slowly. Inhaling sharply as he fills her completely, pushing himself in deeper. There’s a little pinch, but it goes as soon as he pulls out a little and pushes back in.

“Shit… you’re so fucking tight,” he says as he moves in and out of her. She slides her hands down his chest and around his waist, digging her nails into his back.

He moves quicker, thrusting deeper. Josette’s lower stomach clenches, arching her hips, meeting his every thrust, breathing as heavily as he is.

“Vince,” she moans as he rocks into her.

Taking her breast into his mouth, his tongue swirls around her nipple. She pulls at his soft hair, overwhelmed by how good his mouth feels. Continuing in this way, he gradually increases the jerks in his hips.

“You close?” he asks huskily, and Josette nods, feeling herself on the edge already.

His hips slam into her as he kisses her deeply. She throws her head back, squeezing his arms so tightly, she’s surprised he doesn’t tell her she’s hurting him. But he doesn’t stop or slow down, and before she knows it, she’s crying out. She must have pushed him over the edge with her screams, as he stiffens and comes with one final thrust as she is still riding high.

His heart hammers against hers as both of them gasp for breath. After rolling onto his back, he turns his head at the same time hers does, and a sexy smile forms on his lips. “Nice?”

“You weren’t bad.” She fights her smile, face flushing. It wasn’t just nice. It was amazing.

Turning over on his side, he raises an eyebrow. “Had better, have you?”

She bites the corners of her mouth to stifle a laugh. “Maybe.”

“Okay, then I think you need more convincing.” Josette laughs when he rolls back on top of her. She covers her mouth to hide her smile, and his eyes narrow. “Don’t be smiling. I’m not finished with you yet. Not even close.”

He kisses her again, and Josette knows right then that she’s never going to get enough of this. Never going to get enough of him.

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At five in the morning,Josette sneaks out of Vince’s house, exhausted after the last few hours spent in his room with him. They stopped fucking when they heard Diane arrive home at two in the morning. Josette eventually fell asleep on Vince’s chest with his arms wrapped around her.

She woke early, shaking him awake to help her sneak out. After yesterday, she’s sure Diane won’t be happy to see her around, especially since she thinks Vince is corrupting her, which is probably true after the things he did to her.

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