Vincent (Made Men 2)
After his teases of light licks and kisses, he placed his tongue at the bottom of her pussy then licked up.
“You taste fucking delicious.”
Lake’s legs instinctively tried to close when his tongue slid into her pussy, unable to take the erotic sensation. However, he forced her thighs back down and held them wider for him to nuzzle deeper into her folds. The long strokes continued as he worked deeper into her crevice. Her head fell back, whimpering loudly when he wiggled his tongue inside of her deeply.
Smiling against her, pleased with himself, Vincent latched onto her clit and sucked the small bud into his mouth.
She reached for him, grabbing a handful of his hair in her hands and pulling. “Vincent!” she said with a moan. His tight suction on her clit was going to make her orgasm any second.
He lapped at her one last time before he rose and yanked off his pants, groaning when the cold air hit his hard length.
When he reached out and grabbed her ankles then slowly started pulling her down to the edge of the bed, one thought crossed her mind: He’s going to fucking kill me, isn’t he?
Grabbing onto her stiletto heels, he pulled them up in the air and lightly kissed her right foot when her ass reached the end of the bed.
“You are so goddamn hot.”
“Fuc—” she screamed, covering her mouth when he spread her legs apart then buried his dick inside of her in one swift and precise movement.
He held his dick there for a moment, holding her still by her thighs, letting her adjust to his size before he slid halfway out then back in. His thrusts were long and slow starting out yet quickly sped up as they both were teetering on the edge after such a long build-up.
“Harder,” she moaned, wanting him somehow deeper inside her, unable to match his thrusts in that position.
One of his hands moved from her thigh and pulled down the top of her dress, exposing her breasts. He squeezed one as he held her thigh tighter, picking up his speed while thrusting harder and harder into her pussy.
“Fuck, baby, come for me,” he groaned, pinching her nipple.
That was all Lake needed to lose all control, the orgasm racking her body and causing her pussy to spasm over his cock, which sent him over the edge, too.
She bit her finger, trying to hush her screams as his thrusts continued, both of them shaking as their orgasms tore through.
Her eyes fell closed from her haze. He is trying to kill me.
After a moment of attempting to regain his breath, he went for the dress tangled around her hips, making her sit up so he could pull it over her head. Then he kissed her mouth, sliding his tongue inside to claim another part of her.
“I love you so fucking much.”
Lake’s heart ached when he spoke those words again to her then climbed into the bed, pulling her to his chest. Something still kept her from saying it, unsure if the lust and the fucking between them had caused her to like him more than she usually did.
Something also scared her, as the first time they had fucked had been much tamer than this time. His other side was slowly starting to come out, but she could see him fight and torture himself to keep it at bay. Lake knew he didn’t want his dark side to come out on her any more than she did, showing how much he truly loved and cared for her. However, with how fast that had escalated since the last time, she didn’t know how many more times they could fuck before Elle’s words became true.
“Vincent…” She bit her lip, turning over onto her back to look at him. Something else had been bothering her, and she didn’t know how to say it other than simply coming out with it. “How can you love me? I’m not Italian.”
“So? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He looked at her in confusion.
“I just thought you would only want to be with someone who had Italian blood, because of the family and their rule of only Italians being made. It was stupid to ask. I mean, we haven’t even been together…” Her voice trailed off before she shut her mouth and turned back on her side.
She shouldn’t have asked him that. He had said he loved her, not that he wanted to marry her. Still, she couldn’t see Vincent with anyone except his own kind for life as the Family was everything to him. He would want his son to be made, if he had any in the future. That’s how the Vitale’s work, and I would taint them.
Vincent turned her back to look at him, clearly understanding where she was going with this. “You do know Nero’s mother wasn’t Italian? The rule of only being Italian has become more lenient in the Family. You used to have to be a hundred percent Italian to be made, but that’s just not realistic anymore. Now you just have to be of Italian descent.”
“Really?” she asked, trying to make it seem like it wasn’t such a big deal to her.
“Yes.” He kissed her before he rolled her back on her side. “Having the last name Vitale makes you Italian enough.”
Lake smiled at his words as she started to drift off to sleep in his arms, her sleepiness revealing her thoughts. “Don’t leave me in the morning. I hate not waking up beside you.”
He pulled her naked body closer to him. “I won’t, baby. Not anymore.”
Chapter Fifty-One
The Peanut Butter To Her Jelly, The Chip To Her Dip, The Pop To Her Tart
Rolling over when the grogginess of her sleep started to wear off, she ran into a hard body. It was the first time ever she had woken up beside him, proving how far their relationship had come. Lake swallowed the lump in her throat, looking at perfect, sleeping Vincent.
Oh, shit.
Vincent sleepily moved her closer to him by pulling her halfway under his naked body.