Page 51 of Breaking Vincent

As soon as I swipe my tongue against his lips, his mouth opens and he sticks his tongue out. Our wet mouths making contact causes us both to groan in each other's face.

He's the first one to pull back, but he keeps his lips open wide, waiting for my next move.

I smirk and spit right into his mouth. He makes a show of smacking his lips together before swallowing. His throat clicking as I watch a part of myself slide down into his stomach.

Who the fuck knew that could be so hot?

As I’m smirking at him, he clasps his hands to my face. “You know your safe word.” Not a question, but a statement.

I stay quiet and half a second later, his lips are pressing against my own. God, it feels so fucking good to kiss someone. His lips are thick and so fucking soft that I can’t help but groaning at the taste. I open my mouth first and he sucks my tongue from my mouth.

I lift my own hands and wrap them around his back, tugging him closer to me. His erection digging into my thighs as my own throbs against his belly.

The kiss is like something I’ve never experienced. It’s raw, dirty and fucking animalistic. Our teeth clash as our tongues fight. His blunt nails dig into my neck, leaving half-moon crescents on my skin.

I know I said kissing on the mouth was a hard limit of mine, but fuck, this is so much better than I could ever have imagined.

David uses my hair to rip my head back, breaking the kiss. “Are you ready to listen yet?”

I shake my head, panting as I say, “Fuck me? We can talk about everything later. Please, just fuck me first.” I’ll drop to my hands and knees and beg if I need to.

The grip on my hair tightens, forcing my head back so I’m staring up at the ceiling. Which kind of pisses me off, I need to see his face. I don’t care if he knew, I don’t give a shit about the reasons on why he didn’t come to me as soon as he knew who I was.

I just need him to fuck me, hard. It’s been so long since another person has been inside of me, and I knew I missed it, I just didn’t realise how much.

“David, please. I need it. I need you. I’ll do whatever you want. Just, pleas…” My rambling is cut off by a loud groan, before lips attack my neck. His tongue licks a fiery hot path across my Adams apple. My head lolls back as a hearty moan explodes from my lungs. He sucks at every inch of skin he has access to.

I like to pretend that I find love bites trashy, but with every mark left behind, my dick spurts another drop of precum into my underwear.

David’s teeth clamp down on my collarbone. I hiss and pull away, before pushing myself back towards his mouth. “Again, do it again,” I beg.

He drags his teeth across my chest, leaving another hickey between my pecs before clamping down on my other collarbone. God, it hurts so fucking bad that I can’t help but gride my cock against his stomach.

David lands a hard smack against my trouser covered ass, the material dampening some of the sting. And that simply won’t do.

I left my shirt unbuttoned on purpose when I was getting ready earlier on. So, I let the shirt slide down my arms and flow to the floor. I squish my hand between our bodies and start unfastening my pants. David never pulls away from the bite and at the moment it feels like I have a piranha clamping down on my skin, but in the best possible way and I love it.

I use my hands to push my trousers down - glad I made the choice to skip a belt, when the pants are as far down as I can get them, I use my feet to try and kick them off. “My s-shoes. I need to take them off.”

Finally, David pulls back, only now noticing that I’ve been stripping off. He takes one look at my dripping cock and smirks, before grabbing my shoulders and pushing me down to the floor.

My pants wrap around my feet, leaving me all tangled, but when I look up at him, I forget about all of it.

He looks fucking wrecked. His previously combed back hair is now a mess on top of his head, and his cheeks are flushed. It's that crazy look in his dark brown eyes, I know that look. He directed that look at me before during a scene.

“I don’t know why you're naked. I never agreed to fucking you.”

Embarrassment fills my stomach, but I’m not backing down now. I’ve come too far. I reach for his belt and finger at the belt loops, “Let me make it up to you. Show you how sorry I am. How much I missed you.” I’m not one for throwing out puppy eyes, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

David strokes his fingers down my cheeks, his fingers cool against my heated skin. I turn and nuzzle into his touch.

“Beg for it.”

So, I do. “Please David, let me suck your cock and make it all better.” I look him in the eyes, making sure to keep my voice soft, “I’ve missed it you know? Having you in my mouth, pushing past my lips before sinking down my throat. I love it.”

My hands lift off the carpeted floor and I make quick work on unfastening his shoelaces and slip his shoes off, before pulling off his socks. Memories of when he told me to hump his foot like a bitch in heat flood through my mind.

I slide my palms up the front of his trousers, digging my fingers in his muscular thighs, enjoying the way they bunch up under my touch. I rest my hands against his belt, waiting for his permission. It takes a while for him to nod, he stares down at me and I’m trying my very hardest to keep my face soft and trusting.