Page 42 of Crimson Fate

I nod, a silent vow passing between us. “Are you sure you understand what you’re asking for?” I ask, my voice steady even as my pulse races.

Gia doesn’t hesitate. She leads my hands to her hips, guiding them along the curve of her waist and up the valley of her spine. “I’ve never been so sure. Touch me here,” she instructs, and I marvel at the softness of her skin.

“Like this?” I ask, my thumbs drawing small circles on her lower back.

“Exactly like that,” she purrs, leaning into my touch.

We move together, a dance of push and pull, give and take.

“That’s it,” she moans softly, her nails grazing my shoulders as I explore further, encouraged by the sounds of her pleasure. “Don’t stop.”

I use my lips to reply as they find the softness of her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, feeling the rapid beat of her heart. The way she arches into me, guiding my exploration with subtle shifts in her body, makes me grow harder by the moment.

“Oh God—Vincent,” she moans.

I pull each strap of her lingerie from her shoulders and allow the lacy garment to fall to the floor. Stepping back, I take in her glorious curves for a moment before I begin to trail kisses down her collarbone, savoring the sweet curve of her breasts, reveling in the sharp intake of her breath when my mouth envelops her, tender and possessive.

Silently, she guides my hand lower. Her heat, the slick promise of pleasure, drives me to a frenzy.

“Such a good girl,” I whisper against her flesh, and she shivers under me.

“More,” she gasps, and I comply as she writhes beneath me.

“Vin’t,” she moans, her voice breaking on my name, and I feel a surge of pride knowing I’ve reduced her to such primal sounds.

“That’s right, baby, show me what you need.” My response is a growl reverberating between us, a declaration etched into the air we breathe.

“I need you to use me,” she cries as she pulls back and looks into my eyes. A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. That’s something I know exactly how to do.

Placing my hands on her shoulders, I give her a slight push, lowering her onto her knees. As she makes quick work of unfastening my belt and unzipping my pants, I remove my shirt. She drops my pants and then my boxers to the ground, revealing how much I desire her.

My erection stands tall and thick, a testament to my unrelenting hunger. She gazes at it with a mixture of awe and desire. As Gia’s hand wraps around my length, I let out a sigh of pure pleasure. Her grip is firm yet gentle, each stroke a promise of what’s to follow.

“You wanna suck that fat cock, don’t you?”

“Can I?” she pleads, looking up at me.

“I want to hear you say it.”

She knows exactly what I want to hear.

“I want to suck your big fat cock, daddy.”

I tilt my head. Daddy wasn’t one of the names women I slept with normally pulled out, but I have to admit, I don’t hate it.

“Show me,” I command, my voice low and resonant. My eyes never leave hers, and I can see the fire in them. “Show me what a good girl you are.”

I watch as she lowers her head, her lips parting around the top of my length. She swirls her tongue over my skin, leaving a trail of heat on my flesh with each flick. I let out a low groan, my hands reaching for her hair, guiding her movements as she takes me farther into her mouth.

She sucks gently, her tongue tracing the ridges of my shaft, her lips sealed around me. Every movement is deliberate, every touch calculated to make me lose myself in the pleasure. I can feel myself growing harder, the tension in my bodybuilding with each passing moment.

“Fuck... Gia,” I moan as I let out a breath of air.

She repeats the motion, her lips sliding up and down my length with a tantalizing and intoxicating rhythm. Her eyes never leave mine, a knowing glint in them that tells me she’s in control.

I can’t take it anymore. The desire building between us reaches its peak, and I pull away from her lips. “I need to be inside you,” I growl. She doesn’t stop, though, her saliva now running down my balls, her motions showing me how hungry she is for my cum.

I have to force myself to pull out of her mouth. “Lie on the bed,” I instruct her.