Chapter 13

“Please,” I panted, still watching, unable to look away. “Vincent, please.”

“Made for this,” he murmured, then kissed my knee. He loosened my grip on his wrist, and transferred my hold to my leg, showing me he wanted me to pull it back and up. “All right, honey. Relax. Let me just—”

“Fuck,” I breathed out as he pushed in with three fingers. The stretch and the burn were unbelievable, but God, it felt fantastic. Then he nudged my prostate, pressing hard for a second, and I practically screamed as my body curled in on itself. “Vincent! I’m gonna come. I am. If you just…a little more…right there.”

“No,” he said decisively, and he pulled his fingers free.

“Don’t stop! Oh my God, please, pleasedon’t stop.”

“Not stopping,” he assured me as he positioned himself between my thighs and pushed up my legs until my knees were at my chest. “Giving you more.”

And he thrust in, sliding his cock into me with one long powerful shove.