I moan softly around his cock in my mouth, my eyes stinging with unexpected tears.
“Shh,” he murmurs, his hand never stopping its movement through my hair. “I’ve got you, princess. Just relax.”
When I’m clean, he pulls the blanket back over me and settles deeper into the couch, his hand continuing to stroke my hair hypnotically.
29
Vin
The smell of butter sizzling and popping as it hits a hot pan drags me from sleep. I crack one eye open to see Sophie’s side of the bed empty. The sun is barely up, but Sophie is already cooking for me.
My stomach clenches, and it’s not because of hunger. I push the discomfort down and roll out of bed, heading into the kitchen.
She’s wearing one of her thin tank tops and those fucking shorts that make my cock hard, her hair in a messy bun, bent over the stove. She’s humming something soft under her breath as she whisks eggs in a bowl, completely absorbed in what she’s doing.
My woman making me breakfast. The thought slams into me before I can stop it, and I freeze.
Not my woman.Just a woman. A woman I’m using. A woman whose birth control I’m sabotaging so I can breed her and humiliate her entire family.
Except in this moment, she just looks soft, content, happy to be cooking for me.
Fuck.
I stride into the kitchen and she glances up with a smile that does something violent to me. “Good morning. I’m making—”
I don’t let her finish. I shove the pan off the burner to the back of the stove, flipping off the flame. Her eyes go wide as I turn her to face the counter and bend her over it, my hand splayed across the small of her back.
“Vin, the eggs—”
“I don’t give a fuck about the eggs.” My voice comes out louder, harsher than I intended and I lower it to almost a whisper. “I want you.”
Her breath hitches, that pink flush that always happens when she wants to get fucked creeping up the back of her neck.
I grab the waistband of her shorts and yank them down just enough to expose that gorgeous fat ass, leaving them bunched around her thighs. The position makes her legs squeeze together, makes her even tighter when I touch her.
And fuck, I can’t stop touching her.
I hook my fingers into her pink cotton panties and drag them down to join her shorts. My hand slides between her legs from behind, spreading her open. She’s so fucking wet.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, dragging two fingers down her slick pussy. “Do you wake up like this every morning, princess? Wet and ready for my cock?”
She whimpers, pushing her hips back against my hand. “Only when you’re here.”
Something about the sweet honesty in that answer makes me want to wreck her.
I drop to my knees behind her, spreading her ass with both hands, and drag my tongue from her clit all the way up to her back entrance.
She cries out, “Vin!”
I lick her again, slow and deliberate, then bite down on one perfect ass cheek hard enough to leave marks.
She shrieks, half pleasure, half shock, her whole body jolting forward.
“Fuck, you’re dripping.” I slide two fingers inside her pussy, curling them just right while my thumb finds her clit. She’s trembling now, her thighs shaking, giving me the fucking sweetest little gasps and moans.
I work her slow and steady, building her toward the orgasm I know she’s fucking desperate for, feeling her clench around my fingers, her breathing going ragged—
Then I stop.
