Page 148 of The Defender

“We’re almost there.” Vincent’s voice turned soothing. “Do one more thing for me, and you can come.”

“What is it?” Despite my disappointment, my skin tingled in anticipation of his request.

“Get another dildo from your drawer. Leave the one you have in.”

My face blazed, but I didn’t argue. I crawled over to my nightstand again. I could only imagine what I must look like, sweaty and messy and so fucking wanton with my pussystretched around the toy still buried inside me. I fumbled through the drawer for a second before I selected a slightly smaller dildo.

“Good,” Vincent said when I returned to my earlier spot on the bed. He was still grasping his cock, his eyes so dark they resembled pools of obsidian. “Now suck it. Show me how you’d take my cock if I were there.”

My mouth watered again at his command. I gripped the base and sealed my lips around the tip of the dildo. I slowly lowered my head, imagining it was Vincent sliding past my tongue. I gagged halfway, drool leaking down my chin, but I eventually did it. The tip of my nose touched the mattress as I took the entirety of the toy down my throat.

Triumph sparked in my chest.

“Look at you.” Vincent groaned. “You look so good stuffed with cock, sweetheart.”

His praise washed over me, adding to the heat in my veins. I’d used multiple toys before, but never like this. Never in front of someone else, and never while they were urging me on, telling me how much they wanted me, how fucking beautiful I looked and how desperate they were to touch me.

I kept one hand wrapped around the base while the other reached behind me to steady the toy in my pussy. I fucked back against it, my mind blanking with each thrust while I continued to suck on the dildo in my mouth. I was stuffed so full I couldn’t focus on anything except the pressure and sheer, blinding pleasure. My muscles trembled, my core throbbed, and my lungs burned, but I kept going until I finally,finallyheard the magic words.

“Come for me.”

That was all it took.

I exploded, my poor, hypersensitized body coming apart at the seams. The endless edging and dirty talk lit me up andtore me into a thousand pieces. It was a white-hot detonation that shredded every nerve, driving the air from my lungs and wrenching a cry from deep inside me. But my screams were muffled by the cock still lodged in my throat, and I lay there, my muscles locking and releasing in helpless spasms as the waves of my orgasm crashed over me.

I heard Vincent come with a loud grunt of his own, and I turned my head just in time to see thick, white ropes of cum spill over his fist and onto his stomach. His head was thrown back, his muscles strained, his body trembling as he came completely undone.

It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

My orgasm finally abated enough for me to take out my toys and catch my breath. When we both came down from our highs, we exchanged small smiles, our faces flushed with sated pleasure and quiet intimacy.

“You’re perfect,” he said, his voice rough but so sincere it melted what was left of my defenses.

My eyes prickled. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too.” His mouth tipped up. “Next time, we’ll do that in person.”

An ache ripped through me. “Next time” wasn’t soon enough. I needed him right now, right here.

But that wasn’t possible, so I gathered myself together and upped the wattage of my smile. “Only if you promise not to torture me like that again.”

Vincent laughed, the sound huskier than usual. “If I do, I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Make it up to me how?”

He raised an eyebrow. “It wouldn’t be any fun if I told you, would it?”

“Fine,” I said with a genuine grin. “It’s a deal.”

We stayed on for a while longer, completely unselfconscious despite our nakedness. But eventually, we had to say goodbye, and I logged off with a familiar hollow in my chest.

Later that night, after I changed the sheets and showered for a second time, I went to bed alone and closed my eyes, imagining that Vincent was lying right there next to me.

The fantasy wasn’t real, but for now, it was all I had.

CHAPTER 42

VINCENT