Page 62 of The Impact (Parachutes #3)

Pinning her to the floor with his paced-up strokes, Vin leaned in until his groin meet the back of her thighs, and Tahli’s head rolled in overwhelm. “I’m trying to enjoy you without thinking about this nigga up in my good-ass pussy.”

“Fucking Daddy. Shit,” Tahli cried, as Vin rocked from side to side, stretching her. Why did it make her moan? His possessiveness. The thought of him maddened with jealousy.

“How much of my good shit you been giving him?” He pulled out only to ram back into her.

Frightening how the sin of it made it sweeter.

To be reminded of Drew and still have her pussy throbbing over Vin’s heaviness; his plunges coming with less and less care, pebbling her nipples.

Tahli’s body bucked. Her tears trundled to her ears.

Vin’s mighty hand slid between her breasts, so massive they jiggled around her armpits with every sped-up thrust.

“No answer?” He taunted, gripping her neck in a choke, and Tahli’s seizure-like quaking arose.

Vin boosted her ass from the floor with his free hand, slamming her onto his dick mid-air.

The ache of her pussy beat with each smack of her wetness against his groin, all orchestrated by him. “He fucking you like this?”

Tahli’s walls throbbed on his swollen shaft, gushing more of what she didn’t think she could gush.

“Vin…” she cried, downright alarmed, but knowing she was safe with every fabric of her being.

“I got you,” he promised. “I know this body…” Vin leaned down to pinch her nipple with his teeth, and Tahli’s vision blacked.

She could only hear him. Smell him. Feel him.

“You ain’t never been away from Daddy like this.

But you creamed on my shit in 3.5 seconds, Tahli.

That nigga ain’t hitting the spots I used to.

You can tell the truth; I’ll still be miserable. ”

Tahli dug nails into his forearms. Heart punching up her throat as Vin flung one of her legs over his beefy shoulder.

“Wait,” she pushed against his stomach, afraid she’d combust.

“Ain’t no fucking wait, baby love. You know the rules.” Another oncoming orgasm cramped her toes, Charlie horses now in both thighs.

“Vi-i-nnn.” Spluttered.

“It’s okay. Daddy’s got you. No, no, no.

Keep that leg right there.” Tahli tried to slide her stiffened leg from his shoulder, but he locked it in place.

Lifting her from the floor by the hips, he turned her sideways with his thighs smacking her ass cheeks in every pound.

Working her so viciously, Vin stopped the dirty talk to drill her.

Tahli yanked at her locs, drooling, face contorted. Wildly flew her hands around just to grasp him.

Flipping her fully, Vin pushed his thumb onto Tahli’s spine, forcing her into a flat doggy position. She tried to claw back at his abdomen for reprieve, until he smacked her hand away.

“Take that shit like a good girl. You gonna be a good girl?”

“I’ma be a good girl,” she warbled.

“That’s my girl. Still cumming like a good girl,” Vin pulled out almost fully to ram back inside of her, and Tahli yelped, drenching him with her sopping walls in gratitude.

Mouth stretched to capacity, her moans turned to soundless shrills.

“And that shit feels so fucking good. But good girl, go wait your turn. I need my little freak bitch right now.” That made her pussy pop.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… What are you doing?” Tahli begged in snivels. She wailed after, body jerking, throwing her pussy onto him. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the back of her shoulder.

“There she is. Bust that shit open for me, Tahli.” She rose to his challenge, rushing to extreme pleasure by flinging her ass into him, slamming her fist into the floor.

Howled the ugliest, most uncontrollable roar as an excruciating explosion started at her toes, ripping up to her scalp.

Tahli’s pussy squeezed Vin in a Venus trap, and it made him growl.

“God damn.”

“I love you,” Tahli cried in blubbers on her descent. “I love you so much it hurts, Vin.” This man and his magic. He could do it all. He could rewrite their story, he was that compelling. Of course, Sophie wanted her man. Who would taste this man and not want to belong to him?

She took his hand. Kissed his palm. Licked on his fingers. Praised him like her Messiah.

“I love you, too,” he leaned down to peck her lips quickly. “You still in trouble though, baby love.” Vin gripped her locs by the root and chills swathed her. He hadn’t cum yet. She was in for it.

“What does that mean?” He tested, and Tahli gasped eagerly. Hadn’t had a time like this in a long time.

“Say it.”

“Punishment,” Tahli sputtered out.

“Repeat that shit.”

“Punish me,” she begged right away, body writhing. Vin pulled out of her, and she whimpered.

“Go get me a water.” She raised on her elbows, wheezing and weak. Crawled up to her knees. “Now, Tahli.”

Managing on rubber legs, she scurried. Domination from a man that a woman felt safe enough with…

one she could entrust that level of power to…

there was nothing like it. Before Vin gave her a type, Tahli never saw herself calling someone daddy , begging for punishment, or sprinting to return cold water to them before she reached a time limit.

“Thank you, baby.” His heavy panting mixed with his words as he guzzled most of the bottle, drenching his face with it.

Then he stood with about a quarter of it left.

Grabbed her by the back of her hair to tilt her head back.

Swigged the remainder into his mouth before bringing his to hers, slowly feeding his saliva-sweetened water to her.

Shit like that. Primal unscripted chemistry.

“Now go get in that fucking bed,” he whispered between their lips. A slap to her ass was the gunshot and she took off like a stallion up the stairs, leaping into the bed readily. It was comfort. It was home. Because downstairs was fun. But up here…

“Say it,” Vin demanded, tying her wrists together with his dress socks. Tahli grazed her lip with her teeth in the moonlight spilling onto their bed…his bed.

With Cobra-speed, his hand shot to her face, cupping it in his fingers. Vin smacked four fingers against her cheek with enough sting that made Tahli’s body thump.

“In this bed I’m your bitch.”

“What?”

“In this bed, I’m your bitch,” she repeated, more audibly. He lowered his head between her legs, and punishment ensued.

As a child, Tahli would hold her breath for so long that she felt her lungs would explode.

Her chest would burn, and eyes would water, just to see how long she made it.

Finally, when she couldn’t sustain a second longer, she’d give in to inhale a massive breath.

That air, which had been so missed, would taste sweeter than it had before she’d lost it. So much sweeter.

Vin rose from feasting on her. There was a way that he ate her.

Determined.

Feigned.

Endless.

“I don’t know if I wanna keep tasting you or fuck you some more. I missed my pussy so much.”

“Just your pussy?” Tahli panted.

“Don’t joke about that. Don’t remind me of the emptiness I feel without you, Tahli. You ain’t the only one trying to forget some shit for a minute.”

Vin tied her tongue and inched his heavy dick into her at that.

Gliding in and out until he dropped his manners and fucked her like a savage.

Tahli wasn’t untied until his first release, with her body used at his disposal; his pussy-tainted swearing on her face as he beat her walls into pudding, letting her know how good she felt.

Changing positions, she rode him backwards. Gripped his hairy calves as he slid what she knew to be a saliva-sopped thumb into her rectum, harnessing her like a buck, and pulling her down onto his dick.

“Goddamn, you feel like fucking heaven, baby love. I’m ‘bout to cum so fucking hard, Tahli.” It made her shiver.

“I know, baby. I can feel you.” He pulsed inside of her.

Under those sheets, day turned to night.

The downpour fizzled to showers. Vin made her body do things that surprised her.

New things. Plus, the classics. Her toes were numb.

Her legs, feeble. Dehydrated. Clitoris humming.

Sporadic aftershocks twitched Tahli’s body every few seconds.

Waking from a nap or a coma, Tahli sat up to find Vin puffing away on sweet-smelling weed in the shadows.

The sheets draped over his sleeping monster, his muscular thighs spread casually, as the tattoos on his bare upper body got lost in the dimness.

Tahli wondered how much weed he had smoked since Lola left.

How much had he smoked since Tahli left?

With the moonlight pooling in, Tahli sat up slowly with more reservations than an hour ago. Smoothing her locs, guilt was much like the rain that had come and gone. First a drizzle, then a torrent.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t even look at her, as the smell of their sex layered over the silence. Vin only held out the blunt and the tip glowed orange in the dark bedroom.

“I’m good,” Tahli said so low, if it weren’t Pindrop quiet, he probably wouldn’t have heard it. She even heard herself gulp after, hugging her sordid body in shame.

So this was how easy it was to be unfaithful?

“I owe you an apology,” Tahli broke the noiseless humiliation. “I always thought it was…such a conscious decision…infidelity. But it really is a moment of weakness. I feel so fucked up.”

More of his sweet smoke was blown into the air as his initial response. Then…

“Your clothes are downstairs. Your panties are in the couch somewhere.”

Tahli’s rapid blinks came with the coldness of his tongue.

“Make sure you lock up when you leave.”

As if he were already anticipating her regret. She wondered what words, if any, he was owed. Slowly, Tahli stood on her wobbly legs.

“I’m sorry Dalvin.” She sighed. “You hurt me…but this was cruel.”

He had just lost his mother. How selfish of her?