“Do you always get this sore?” he asks me, and I huff a humorless laugh.
“I wouldn’t know.” I manage to push the words out while I lean down to wipe my face with the sheets.
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“You were my first.” I bite the words out and regret admitting it immediately. I'm met with silence, and I don’t dare look up at him to see his reaction.
His hands grip my hips and flip me onto my back. I gasp in shock and then stare wide-eyed as his head dips to my heat and he sucks my clit into his mouth. My fingers spear into his hair and my head falls back against the mattress as my eyes close. I push him further into my heat and try to rock my pussy on his face. I feel needy. I am needy. And he gives it to me.
His hot, wet tongue laps at my pussy, nibbling and sucking along every sensitive part. My clit is throbbing and in need of his touch. My pussy clenches around nothing. Finally, he satisfies both at the same time, massaging my clit with his tongue while dipping his fingers into my pussy. His fingers curve and rub the sensitive bundle of nerves at the front wall.
I close my eyes and moan into the air above me. My thighs start to tingle and my toes go numb. My body stiffens and I know it’s coming. I know he’s going to shatter me into a million pieces. His head lifts between my thighs with his fingers still inside me.
My mouth opens to object, but before I can utter a single word, he pinches my clit and pushes his tongue into my pussy, fucking me with it. The forcefulness of his deft fingers on me pushes me over the edge. Waves of heat and pleasure crash through my body.
Wave after wave of heated pleasure rocks through me.
I barely register him pulling away from me only to cage my body in.
He leaves hot, open-mouthed kisses on my neck, down to my collarbone. His hot breath tickles my neck, causing my nipples to harden. My head turns to the side as my breathing settles. I feel the head of his cock push into me. He moves deeper and deeper, slowly stretching my walls. His thumb pushes against my clit, making my entire body heat as a radiating pleasure builds in the pit of my stomach, threatening to take over my body. My head thrashes as I absorb the intense waves of pleasure mixed with the hint of pain from his large girth.
He kisses and licks his way down to the pale peaks of my breasts and sucks them into his mouth. He rocks in and out of me slowly as he keeps one hand massaging my clit, while the other hand roams over the rest of my body. The combination of his expert touch and practiced motions overwhelms my senses. I tremble beneath him feeling the slow build of pleasure rising higher and higher, threatening to consume me. Fear paralyzes me. I don’t know if I can handle this. It feels too high, too intense.
And then all at once, he pushes deeper into me, all the way to the hilt. As he thrusts, he pinches my clit while biting down on my nipple hard enough to cause just the tiniest hint of pain. With his free hand he pinches my other nipple between his fingers, and I explode beneath him. Overwhelmed with heat, every nerve ending in my body lights aflame. My back arches and my body stiffens.
As my orgasm crashes through every limb, Vince pounds me harder and harder, pushing the edge of my release higher up. His hands grip my ass and angle me to his rough pubic hair brushing against my clit with every violent thrust. My fingers claw at the sheets as my mouth hangs open in a silent scream of pleasure.
His head dips to the crook of my neck, and he nips my earlobe as he growls, “Mine.”
He thrusts harder and faster, pistoning into me, the gentleness completely gone as he owns my body. “Mine,” he says louder in my ear. His hot breath mingles in the suffocating air between us. His lips crash against mine with a primal need and I meet his passion, pouring everything into our kiss. His hands move to my thighs and spread me even wider for him.
I moan from how deep he enters me, hitting the opening of my cervix with every thrust. He's so deep, almost too deep. I feel the need to pull away, but each time he leaves me I want more. Again and again he thrusts mercilessly into me.
I feel the rising tingling through my body. My breathing comes in heavy pants. My lungs seem too empty, not filling fast enough. The need to breathe barely registers as he forces himself deep inside of me and hot waves of cum splash inside me. I feel him pulse as his eyes go half-lidded and his mouth hangs open in ecstasy. The sight of him in complete pleasure and the feel of his cock pumping inside of me sets me off. I shatter beneath him yet again.
The heat, the tingling sensation along every inch of my skin is too much. I want to thrash and move against the overwhelming feelings, but instead I’m paralyzed. My body bows, and the heels of my feet dig into his ass. My pussy clamps hard around him and I scream his name as I cum violently around him.
As my breathing slows and my heart settles, the hot, numbing feeling on my skin begins to subside. But every small movement sends a jolt of pleasure through my body.
Vince moves me, picking my small body up in his arms and spooning beside me, my back pressed against his front. He plants small kisses on my neck and runs his hand down my side, over my hip, ending at the top of my thigh. Once my breathing has calmed, he pulls the blanket over me and wraps his arm around my chest, molding my body to his and holding me tight.
It’s everything I thought it would be like. I close my eyes and try to keep reality from coming back. I can’t avoid it. The second I try to resist, it floods back to me and I stiffen in his arms.
He tries to soothe me, to mold my back to his chest, but I resist.
After a long while, Vince finally speaks. “I need to get out of here.” He lets me go and moves off the bed.
I sit up to look at him. “Where...” I start to question him, but I stop. I’m fucking stupid for thinking there was something there between us. That I felt something for him. I close my mouth and try to gather up the courage to ask to leave again. I just want to go. The thought is like a brick in my stomach.
“I just want to leave. I’m not going to say anything about anything.” I try to cross my legs on the bed, but fuck, I hurt so bad. I’m so sore. I wince slightly and a look of pain is reflected in Vince’s eyes.
“You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. I need to figure this shit out.”
“You’re just making it worse!” I yell at him.
“You don’t understand.” His cool response makes me angry.
“Explain it to me then!”
He grips my mouth with one hand and grabs the nape of my neck with the other. He lowers his head and kisses me hard on the lips. “Sweetheart, I swear to God, you really need to shut your mouth and trust me.”
I want to. I want to trust him, but I can’t.
“I need to tie you up.” No. I don’t want that. I shake my head, no.
“Why?” I ask in a hoarse whisper.
He stares at me like I’m an idiot. “You just tried to kill me.”
“You just fucked me,” I spit back.
“It was a lapse in judgment.” That fucking hurt. That’s a damn blow to my ego. Shame replaces any possible positive feeling I have.
He must see the hurt on my face. “Not like that. I didn’t mean it like that.”
I can’t look at him. He tries to touch me and I push him away.
It was a mistake. All of this is such a mistake. I’m a mistake. I’ve heard it all my life, but I never thought it was true until now. I don’t want to die, but part of me wishes he would just kill me.
Chapter 21: Vince
I don’t fucking want to be here. I shouldn’t be here. Instead, I should be making sure that she’s staying put. But I tied her up so tight, there’s no way she’s getting out.
She was a virgin. She lost her virginity to me like that. No wonder she was so fucking sore. I tilt my head back and slam down another shot. So fucking tight. So fucking good.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. Billy lines up another shot for me. His eyes are full of pity. I’m sure everyone knows. Everyone’s avoiding me. I’m guessing they think I killed her. The occas
They feel sorry for me that I’m so fucked up over having to kill her. Or having killed her, depending on whether they think I went through with it already.
I take another shot. I’m so fucking drunk.
What was I thinking? Like I could just keep her, and that would solve the problem? She saw. They saw. She has to die. It’s as simple as that. But I don’t want that. And I always get what I want. It’s not fucking happening. I won’t let it happen.
“Did you take care of that issue?” Anthony asks looking at my mangled hand. Everyone keeps looking at it. I know what they’re thinking. And I fucking hate it.
“Which issue?” I ask sarcastically. I know he’s talking about Elle. But the fucking cartel is a pain in my ass, too.
I put the edge of another shot glass against my lips and shake my head before throwing it back. My body starts to tingle, and my teeth seem to go numb. Good. I want to be fucking wasted. My phone stopped going off in my pocket a little while ago. I take it that means someone told Pops that I’m here. I wonder what he thinks. Specifically, what he thinks of her. Not to mention what he thinks of me and my fucked up decisions.
“It’s not like she’s yours, Vince. It fucking sucks.” Anthony puts a hand on his chest. “She was just in the wrong place, at the wrong time. I fucking hurt for her, I do.” I can see it in his eyes that he doesn’t like it, that he does have remorse. “But this is the entire family we’re talking about.” I nod my head solemnly. “If she talks, we’re fucked.” He takes a drink of his beer. “She’s not one of us. She’s not a comare. They’ll make her talk. You know how they harass anyone who comes in here. If they saw her, they’ll make her talk.”
I take another swig and almost choke as the perfect solution hits me. I need to knock her up. I need to marry my sweetheart. They won’t touch her if she’s mine. No one will touch her if she’s mine. And if I get my way, she’s going to be mine. And the police can’t make her testify against me if she’s my wife. No one will be able to threaten her.
She. Is. Mine. I repress the need to scream it into everyone’s face. I want them all to know. She’s not going anywhere. I push away from the bar and slide off the stool. It wobbles, then tips over as my feet hit the ground. I walk forward and reach for my car keys in my pocket.
“Whoa, Vince. What the fuck, dude?” I hear Anthony pick up my stool, then come up behind me, grabbing at my elbow to make me stop.
“I gotta go,” I say simply. I do. I need to get back to Elle. He walks in front of me to stop me in my path.
“You’re trashed, man.” I shrug my shoulders.
“She needs me, Anthony.” I’m vaguely aware that the bar is quiet. I can feel their eyes on me. I know everyone in here. It’s all familia. And they’re all watching.
“Hey, calm down. Let’s talk this out, Vince,” he says. I shake my head and take a step closer to him.
“She’s mine,” I growl in his face. His hands come up in a gesture of surrender.
“Alright. I get that. No one’s taking her from you.”
“Damn right no one’s going to touch her!” I scream it as loud as I can. I feel like a fucking fool. It’s not smart to yell. It’s not wise to lose your cool. But I can’t fucking help it. I want everyone to know she’s mine. I run my fingers through my hair, then take a deep breath. “I’m gonna make her mine and no one’s going to hurt Elle.” I stare at him as I speak calmly, but everyone here knows I’m talking to them, too. From my periphery I can see my men nodding.
“No one’s going to touch her,” Anthony says, and I feel Tommy come up to my right side and lay a hand on my shoulder.
“You need a ride, boss?” he asks.
“Yeah, I need to get back to her, Tommy.” My words slur a bit and I pinch the bridge of my nose as we walk towards the doors.
“You know, I feel bad for your girl, Vince,” Anthony says from behind me loud enough for everyone to hear. I turn to face him. “She’s gonna have to deal with your whiskey dick tonight.”
I grin at him and laugh. After a split second, the rest of the bar joins in on the joke.
A calmness settles in my chest. For the first time since all this shit happened, I feel like it might be alright.
I may get to keep my sweetheart after all. I just need to knock her up first.
Chapter 22: Vince
I don’t remember why I’m so fucking horny for her. But I am. It takes me at least four tries to get the key in the lock to the door. But I fucking did it and I feel like a champion for getting into the house. Rigs is barking and barreling down the stairs like a good boy. I bet he was laying outside her room. I feel like an asshole as I watch him squatting in the yard. I gotta get up there and make sure she’s still alright. I close the door after he gets his furry butt inside and we make our way up the stairs. I leave him out in the hall and ignore his little whine when I don’t let him in. I gotta get him a giant ass bone for dealing with this shit. I huff up a laugh as I walk, I’m fairly certain, straight to the bed. Right where I left my sweetheart all tied up.
Her wrists are bound with a silk tie and it’s wrapped around a rod on the headboard. It doesn’t look very comfortable, but she appears to be sleeping. I grip my shirt and pull it over my head, then shove my pants down. I palm my raging erection and stroke it up and down while my eyes travel over her body. She’s in one of my tees. It’s bunched around her hips and there’s a nice red mark still on her thigh from where I was gripping her earlier. I groan and stroke my dick again before climbing on the bed.
Mine. All mine.
The creak of my movements and the dip of the bed gets her attention and she stares back at me with her lips parted. I take it she’s surprised to see me. Her legs scissor as she tries to turn and lift herself up. But with her wrists bound she can hardly move. My dick bobs up and down as I crawl across the bed. I grab her ass with both hands and push her up higher so she can sit how she’d like.
Feeling her bare ass in my hands only makes me want her more. I remember that she’s not wearing any panties. My cock gets even harder.
I feel lightheaded and groggy as I crawl closer to her.
“I got it figured out, Elle.” I move her ass up higher on the bed again so there’s less pressure on her arms.
“Vince?” she asks in a tired voice. She looks a little out of it. I know she’s gotta be tired.
“Yeah, baby?” I rub her shoulders to help ease the tension.
“It really hurt me, what you said before you left.” I love how straight forward she is. I kiss her shoulder to reward her.
“I wish I could take it back. I wish I could take it all back. You don’t deserve this.”
She looks at me with those big blue eyes and pleads for an answer. “What are you going to do to me?”
I finally have an answer for her. I smirk at her, “I’m going to keep you.”
Her eyes widen and her lips part. “I’m gonna make you mine.” I kiss down her body and settle between her legs. A small pant comes from that gorgeous mouth of hers and her thighs clench. I don’t know if she loves the idea, but she sure as fuck seems turned on by it.
“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.” I’m sure some of those words are slurred, but she obeys. I drop to my elbows and push her thighs further apart. I run a finger from her sensitive clit, which makes her body shiver, all the way down to the entrance of her pussy. She’s hot.
And red.
Too red. My poor girl’s gotta be sore. I wanted to be gentle with her earlier. But knowing I had this virgin pussy all to myself broke a wall inside me and let out a beast that I didn’t know I had in me.
I push my thumb against her throbbing clit and grin as her back bows and her arms pull against the restraints. She’s still primed for yet another orgasm. What a greedy little pussy. I lower my head and push her legs apart further with my shoulders, then take a languid lick of her heat. I wiped her off after I tied her up, but I can still taste some of our combined cum on her pussy. I don’t give a fuck. My tongue dips into her pussy. I keep my movements easy and gentle. She’s too sore. I just want to soothe her.
My dick jumps in disagreement. Maybe not. That’s right--I need to knock her up. That’ll keep everyone away from her. I groan into her heat and suck her clit into my mouth. My sweetheart tries to ride my face and I fucking love it. She’s not afraid to ask for what she wants. She just goes for it. I suck her clit hard and push a finger into her to rub her G-spot and push her over the edge. She’s too fucking easy to get off. She’s so damn tight I feel her clamp down on my finger as her orgasm takes over. I let her clit go with a pop and lick my lips.
So fucking sweet.
I crawl over her trembling body and reach up to untie her wrists. I want her on top, riding me. I want to watch her tits bounce as she fucks herself on my dick.
And then I remember.
It’s a shock to my system remembering how she tried to run from me. How she wanted to get away. Just hours ago she was going to fight me to try to leave. I can’t blame her, but fuck me if it doesn't hurt. I look at her face, eyes closed in rapture as she bites down on her bottom lip. Right now she’s being my sweetheart. But I can’t untie her. What if she up and runs? Fuck! I can’t let that shit happen. I can’t be sloppy.
Tomorrow she’s going to learn she belongs to me now. Neither of us has a choice. I flop down on the bed beside her and pull her ass against my dick. I take a deep breath in the crook of her neck, loving the way she smells. My eyes feel heavy and my body sags deeper into the warmth of the bed. I haphazardly grab the comforter and pull it over our bodies.
Tomorrow. I hug her body close to mine and splay my hand over her belly.
I’m going to make her mine tomorrow.
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