Vice(59)

“I think we’ve already proven we can do quiet.”

She smiles. “True. But I’m more excited this time.”

“More excited?”

“Yes. I know how good you are now, Cade Preston. I know how good you f*ck me, and how amazing it feels to have you inside me. The anticipation of it is almost too much to bear.”

I skate my fingers down her cheek, allowing myself to continue down, down, down, over her jaw, over her neck, her collarbone, and then across the swell of her tits. “If you think I gave it everything I had last time, Natalia, you’re sorely mistaken. That was just a sample. A teaser. A mere taste of what I’m capable of. Would you like me to show you how good I really am?”

Natalia’s eyes are half-closed. She has a doped, hazy look to her that makes it seem like she’s already halfway to coming. “Yes. I want to know. I want to experience everything with you.” Before our time together is over? There’s a melancholy catch in her words that makes it sound like she has missed these words off of the end of her sentence. I take hold of her hand and lift it to my mouth, sliding her index finger past my lips and into my mouth.

“I’m going to show you some of those vices we talked about, Natalia. It’s gonna be intense, and it might make you nervous, but it’ll never be more than I think you can handle. And I will never hurt you. Do you trust me enough to hand yourself over to me?”

This is a seriously big ask. Every day, Natalia has seen men walk into her house. She’s seen them use and abuse the people trapped behind that blue door until they’re so worn down by their own lives that they’d rather end it all than continue suffering the abuse. I don’t want to run the risk of her ever likening me to Fernando’s players. It would f*cking kill me. I’m fairly sure Natalia knows I’m different, that I would never do anything to her against her will, but I still have to tread lightly, though.

She lies back onto the bed, briefly lifting her hips so she can slide her slip over her ass and kick it from her legs. She’s completely naked. Looking at me with those beautiful hazel eyes of hers, she slowly nods her head. “I know what you’re thinking,” she says in a steady voice. “You’re thinking that I am too fragile to cope with whatever you have in store for me. But I’m not. You think I’m not prepared to offer myself up to you in the way that you want me to, but you’re wrong. I am ready. And I can handle it. Most important of all, I want it.”

Well, shit. She really does know what I’m thinking. I suppose it’s obvious I’d be thinking these things, but I’m impressed that she has the backbone to come out and speak her mind. Most girls would be too shy, or too nervous to ever voice their thoughts like that.

She wants to know my vices? Fine. I’ll show them to her. Starting with vice number one: deep throat.

“Okay. So be it. Move to the edge of the bed,” I tell her. She does so without question. Arranging her so that her head is hanging over the edge of the mattress, I rub my fingers over her lips, parting them, excitement already taking over me. “Open your mouth, Natalia. Open it real f*cking wide.”

She smiles a little as she does what I’ve asked her to. That smile is wicked, and filled with desire. Her lips are wet, her tongue darting out between them as she lies there, anticipating what I’m going to do next. I slowly undo the fly of my jeans, lowering them down over my hips. I reach inside my boxers and take my dick out. I’m already hard. So f*cking hard that it actually hurts. Feels like my body is trying to jam so much blood into my cock that it’s going to explode at any second.

Shit, touching myself feels so f*cking good when I’m looking down at her flawless body, her nipples peaked contracted into small, pink buds that I want to run my tongue over, her legs open just a little, her hands lying beside her on the bed, her fingers twitching like she wants to reach up and touch me. I remove my pants and my boxers, getting rid of them entirely, and then I stand over her, thinking about what comes next.

“If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop,” I say. “But don’t say it if you don’t mean it. Don’t play games, Natalia. I’m going to f*ck you so hard, and you’re going to enjoy it. I promise you.”

She nods, her mouth still wide open. Fuck, she’s such a good girl. So obedient. I lower myself an inch at a time, and then I tease her mouth with the end of my dick, rubbing the tip across her lips, slowly pushing myself inside.

So warm. So wet. So f*cking good. Natalia huffs heavily through her nose as I push myself deep into her mouth. My balls ache almost painfully as I feel her tongue shift in her mouth, stroking against the side of my cock. She swallows, and the pressure is enough to send a shiver of pleasure through my body. It starts in my balls, spreading outward until I have pins and needles across my shoulder blades, my buttocks and the soles of my f*cking feet.

Natalia blinks, her back arching a little. She moans, and I have to fight the urge that rushes me to grab hold of her head and thrust myself down her throat. If I do that, I’ll be finished. I’ll come so quickly, and I don’t want that. I’ll still be hard. I’ll still be able to f*ck her again, but I want to make every second of this last.

I lean over her, cupping her left breast in my hand, squeezing and rolling her nipple between my fingers. She makes a sharp gasping sound at the pain, but she doesn’t move. My cock throbs in her mouth, and I can tell she can probably taste me by now. My pre-come will be all over her tongue. The very thought is galvanizing. I allow myself to rock my hips forward, just a little, and Natalia whimpers.