Now at last, I can see him—and my eyes devour all of it. His pecs are enormous, and it’s no wonder they strain his shirts. His powerful belly is almost as thick, his abdominal muscles pulsing with his breaths.
I know what I need to do. I fall to my knees,so his crotch is right in front of me, and begin with the hook on his slacks. Then I pull down the zipper, revealing his dark blue briefs. He’s huge and hard underneath, trapped down his thigh. Vincent’s watching me intently as I pull down the band, allowing that thick, heavy thing to go free. But before I touch it, I drag his clothes the rest of the way down his massive thighs and bulky calves.
He definitely doesn’t skip leg day.
Now his massive cock is released, full of blood and ready for me. I lick the droplet forming at the tip, and Vincent sucks in again. But I’ve only just begun.
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
VINCENT
There is nothing quite as magical as your mate kneeling in front of you, sucking on your cock like it’s the most delicious lollipop. It’s a struggle just to keep my feet underneath me as her lips envelop my cockhead and her hand wraps around the base. She strokes while she licks, taking her sweet time to bring me in deeper.
Fuck. She’s going to kill me like this.
I’d intended to get her on the bed and suck her clit until she screamed, but here we are. I’ll never turn down a blowjob from a woman as skilled as Rosette.
Just thinking her name makes my balls shiver.MyRosette. I will convince her that this is what she is. But I can’t do that with my cock in her mouth.
“Rosette,” I murmur to her, stroking her hair. She pauses with my length sunk deep in her throat and peers up at me. “Get up on the bed. I want to taste you, too.”
Her eyes get bigger. She withdraws me from her mouth, then climbs onto the bed, shucking her underwear in the process. I lie down beside her on my back.
“Put that pussy on my mouth,” I say, in a gentler voice than Mr. Roth would use. A wicked smile splits Rosette’s face, and she does as she’s told, clambering up so she’s sitting astride my head. Then she bends forward and sucks my cock back into her mouth.
I turn all my focus toward loving on her cunt, hoping to hold off my own orgasm. She’s my mate, and all my cum needs to go inside her, where it belongs.
She’s so sweet, so tangy on my tongue, it’s all I can do not to pull her down and rub her all over my face. I lick her feverishly, swirling and circling and passing back and forth, tasting and swallowing and licking all over again. OccasionallyI put my tongue inside her, lapping her up, before I return to tormenting her clit. I’ve managed to put the sensation of her mouth on my cock in the background, but now she’s doing all kinds of marvelous tricks—suctioning when she pulls me out, caressing me with her tongue, playing with my balls in her little hands—that are taking my attention.
“Rosette.” I say her name until she stops sucking me off like a professional. “Get on your back.” I swallow, adding, “Please.”
She blinks at me over her shoulder, then does as I ask, shuffling to lie down on the bed. When I make love to her, and that’s what I’m going to do, I want to be on top of her. I want to see her spread out underneath me, her legs around my waist, her perfect tits bouncing. Then I can hold her close when the time is right and show her what a future with me would be like.
My cock seizes just thinking about it.
I crouch over her, dragging the tip down her soft belly. She has just the right amount of flesh on her, absolutely perfect, with rounded hips and a plush stomach that flexes as she looks down, getting an eyeful of my dick.
As eager as I am to be inside her, I haven’t gotten to worship Rosette properly before now,to show her how deeply she affects me. So I drop onto one elbow to kiss her again, reveling in the sweet and silky taste of her, how her lips give and yet dance, pushing and pulling, her tongue teasing mine with a raw sensuality that is uniquely hers.
I have not truly appreciated this yet, and that was a fault on my part. All this time, Ms. Kristoff has simply been begging for tenderness, for a slow unfurling of her desire, and I have done nothing but take and consume.
Gently, I release her mouth, then continue my kisses down her chin to her jaw and throat. She shudders as I suck on a sensitive part of her neck, and I am tempted to give her a bruise here so that everyone will know she belongs to me.
I need to resist for now. Until she agrees to be my mate and mine alone.
I can’t think about what might happen if she doesn’t.
At last, I reach her left nipple, and it’s peaked and taut for me already. After skimming over it with my palm and drawing a soft gasp from her, I lean down and whirl it into my mouth. Her back arches as I pull on it with my lips, then lick and suck again. Both breasts receive my attention, as flawless as they are. Fuck, how much I wouldlove to spend the rest of my life with my head between these tits.
“Vincent,” she whimpers. “Harder!”
“My filthy girl wants it rougher, does she?” I do as I’m told, this time nipping her with my teeth and pulling. She moans, her body rising off the bed to meet me. So I perform the same ritual on the other breast, giving her nipples all my attention until she’s panting and grabbing my shoulders.
“Please.” She gulps. “I—I need you.”
Hearing this lights up every nerve ending in my body. I sit up and pull the foreskin back from my cock. It’s leaking noticeably, more than ready to finally consummate this mating.
