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“What do you need?” “Huh?” “What can I do? Can I touch you?” “Y-yeah, of course.” “I’m gonna rub your clit, okay?” “Mm-hmm.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m blacking out. You feel so fucking good, Kendall. I’m so sorry I’m hurting you. We can take as much time as you need, okay? Don’t worry about me. It’ll probably take a lot more for me to come the second time, anyway, so all that matters is making it good for you.”
“Little bit harder,” I request. Vincent arches an eyebrow and snaps his hips once, roughly. He’s joking. I’m not. “That,” I gasp. “Fuck. Do that.”
“More,” I urge, tilting my hips up to meet each thrust. I know I’m whining. I can’t help it. “Jesus Christ, Holiday,” he groans. “You’re out of your mind.” I manage a laugh. “Thought you—liked it—rough.”
But then Vincent’s hand comes down on my shoulder, his thumb pressing hard against my collarbone and effectively pinning me to the bed, and it’s not a joke anymore. “Be a good girl for me, Kendall,” he says without a drop of humor, “and take it.”
“You and your smart—fucking—mouth.”
“Please, please, please—” “Come on,” he says. “You can do it. I’ve got you.”
But he doesn’t stop thrusting. Stupid, unselfish, people-pleasing bastard. He’s going to kill me.
“Don’t,” I say again. Vincent’s eyes flash with understanding. He sucks in a ragged breath. “Holiday.”
I can’t move. I’m pinned beneath a sweaty, flushed, panting boy who is apparently going for an Olympic gold medal in making me orgasm, and I’m helpless to stop him. I really, really don’t want him to stop.
“I might have been a little overambitious,” I concede. “No shit,” Vincent says. “I’m gonna need to wash your sheets.” My face heats. “You don’t have to do that—” “Shut up and let me take care of you, Holiday.”
Vincent follows so close behind me that I’m half expecting him to reach out, haul me back against him, and make me pay for teasing him. But he keeps his hands to himself. He’s a perfect gentleman. It makes me fucking feral.
“Pick me up,” I demand. Vincent nips at my bottom lip. “Ask nicely.” “I’m jumping. One, two, three—”