by Mj Fields
“Why?”
“She’s an addict.”
She swallows hard and nods. “She did that to you?”
I shake my head. “Addicts do whatever they can for a fix. That includes bringing bad men into their lives, which in turn brought them into mine.”
“They beat you.” She looks down and shakes her head.
“She allowed it and would have allowed more to get what she wanted.”
She fists her hands and releases, which does something to my chest.
“You were … You were—”
“Fucked?”
She looks up at me, horrified.
I take one of her hands and hold up two of her fingers. “Many tried, only one succeeded.”
It was meant as a joke. I don’t expect her to look at me the way she does.
Disgust? Anger?
“I am so sorry.” She pulls her hand back. “I should have never … I would have never … Oh, my God.” She brings her hands to her stomach and starts to stand.
I hold her still.
“Vincent.” She covers her face. “You must—”
“None of them ever got the chance, Paige,” I interrupt. “The scars tell the story.”
I pull her hands away from her face to see she’s crying.
“I fought for her, I fought for me, and the one day it may have ended badly, Franco Protettore pulled me out of a bar fight with men who clearly were going to fuck the town whore.”
“Where was your father?”
“Dead.”
“Shit, right, I’m sorry.”
I shouldn’t let her ask more, but it actually feels good to finally get it off my chest. Plus, I know as soon as it’s out, I never have to discuss it again.
“Franco stayed at our shitty apartment until morning when my mother woke up. He told her I would be going with him. She was unfazed. I didn’t know him, but I wasn’t any more afraid of him than I was any man since I was twelve years old. I didn’t question where we were going. I didn’t care. I also didn’t care about her. I gave up caring that evening before when she tossed me to the four of them like I was nothing.”
“She just let you go? Her son?”
I shrug. “I let her go, too, Paige.”
“She’s a mother; she doesn’t get to do that. She—”
“She’s a drunk, an addict.”
Her lower lip is sticking out farther than I have seen it before. I don’t know why, but I take comfort in it. At the same time, I never want to see it again.
Chapter 15
Scars To Your Beautiful
Paige
I feel like an idiot as he stares at my tears, wiping each one away as they fall.
I shake my head and grip his wrists. “I’m so, so, so sorry.” I take his hands and kiss each one, over and over again.
“It was a long time ago. It’s over, Paige.”
“No, it’s not,” I tell him, shaking my head back and forth. “Those physical scars, they’ve faded, but you don’t believe in love.”
“Don’t make this about that.” He rolls those beautiful eyes.
“Don’t make it not,” I tell him.
He starts to stand, and I turn on his lap, facing him. Taking his hands, I hold them back against the black leather seats.
“And don’t dismiss me by trying to stand. I’m a big girl, Vincent. I can make you—”
I stop when he stands, releasing his hands to grab his shoulders and begin to set my feet down.
“Don’t push me away!”
He grips my ass, holding me in place. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” Then he walks to the stairs, holding my ass now with one hand as he unhooks one side of my overalls.
“Unless you want me to throw up, I wouldn’t take me down there again.”
He throws the strap over my shoulder then pulls down the bib part to pull up my shirt, as he turns around to push my back against the wall, he rips my bra open. If that wasn’t incredibly sexy, I would be so pissed. He ruined one of my front clasp bras. But when he sucks my nipple into his hot, wet mouth as he kneads my breast with his greedy hands, I can’t remember why I would be.
I let go of his shoulders and grab his shirt, pulling it hard enough that the buttons fly off.
His deep laugh vibrates against my chest, and I am even more turned on.
I push against abs that are hard, so fucking hard and sexy that my mouth waters as I reach between us and try to do the same to his jeans.
He lets my breast fall out of his mouth and reaches down to unbutton his pants. I shove my hand in them as he unzips.
The heat of his cock is intense. He’s rock hard and velvety soft, just like I remember.
I close my eyes tightly as I begin to wrap my hand around his cock, so fucking happy that it wasn’t just the alcohol. His cock is in fact as big as I remember.
“Huge.”
“All for you.” He grips my ass with both hands as he walks to the couch and sets me down. Then he begins to work at unbuckling my other strap and growls, “Fuck. No more of these things.”
His cock is eye-level, and I am dying to give him something more, something for him, something …
I grip the base of his cock and lift. Leaning in, I flatten my tongue against it and run it slowly up his shaft. Gripping the base, I stroke him slow and hard.
“Paige,” he sighs out, letting his head fall back as I stroke his massive erection.
“Vincent.”
He looks down, eyes black as the evening sky.
“Fuck my face.”
His eyes search mine. “Why?”
I swirl my tongue around his head, and he hisses.
“I don’t want a sympathy blowjob,” he says with a groan when I do it again.
I take his hips and move him so he’s in front of the couch. Standing, I then push him down.
“I’m serious, Paige. I want inside you.” He grips his cock and strokes it, swiping his thumb over its broad head.
I easily unbuckle my overall strap and let them fall to the ground. He slowly looks down my body and stops at my pussy.
“Sorry, I seemed to have lost my panties.”
His eyes stay fixated. “You’re gonna lose all of them.” He reaches for me as he licks his lips, but I bat his hands away as I sink to my knees. His feet are bare and gorgeous, just like the rest of him.
I pull his pants down the rest of the way and off, and then his boxers.
“Give me my pussy,” he says, stroking himself again.
My insides clench, applauding his request. However, I simply push his legs apart and kiss the inside of his knee while scratching my nails up and down his other legs inner thigh. He grips the edge of the couch, so I do it again. His cock twitches, and his chest expands.
I push my tank top off my shoulders, pulling my arms free.
“Give me those tits.” He reaches for them, but again, I slap his hands away.
His eyebrow shoots up—his intimidation attempt.
“It doesn’t scare me, Vincent. It encourages me.”
He grabs his cock and strokes it slowly, so I cup my breasts and pinch my nipples.
His nostrils flare. “Give. Me. Those. Tits.”
I let go of one then spit into the palm my hand. Then I rub the saliva up and down his cock. “Give. Me. This. Cock.” I lean in and push my boobs together around it. “Or I’ll just take it.” I move my body up and down him, and with each move down, I lick and suck the head of him, allowing saliva to lubricate it.
He reaches out and now bats my hands away, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples while he thrusts his cock up and down between them, ensuring his upward thrust exposes enough of him for me to lick and suck. And suck and lick, I do.
I push my hand between the leather seating and his body, cupping his heavy balls, rolling, gently tugging, and sometimes squeezing them.
When I taste his precum, and he starts the downward thrust, I bite him. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make him stop.
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sp; I suck on him furiously, wanting more of his cum, his cock, him. I take his hands and pull him up while I lean back on my heels. Then I place his palms on the side of my head and grip the base of him, lifting his thick, rock-hard dick up. I lean in and suck one of his balls fully into my mouth then slowly let it drop out while I lick up him then suck as I pump him up and down.
“Fuck yes … Shit … Fuuuck.”
I feel him twitch in my palm and stop. Lifting him up again, I lean in and suck the other ball the same way I had the other. Then I again lick from root to tip.
I rub his tip over my lips, smearing the large drop of pre-cum on them.
“Vincent?” I pant.
“Beautiful,” he sighs out.
“Fuck my face.” I now take him in my mouth as far as I can, stroking the underside with my tongue and sucking.
He fists my hair, and I grip his hips and pull him in closer, causing myself to gag. Panting, I then lean back and look up at him as he reaches down and runs his finger over my lips then rubs the saliva around his tip. He looks angry when he then hooks his thumb in my mouth, causing my head to tilt back.
“You’re gonna kill me, you know.”
I’m gonna love you, I think, grabbing his hips and pulling them harshly against me as his cock hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Paige,” he says, fisting my hair harder as he thrusts in and out of my mouth, doing exactly what I asked him to. It’s fucking animalistic, but I love it. It’s raw, primal. It’s nearly painful, but I want more.
I maneuver my body so I’m leaning back on the seat, head against it as he continues to fuck my face. He stomps one of his feet onto the leather and drives into my throat deeper.
“This what you want?” he growls.
I answer yes, my mouth full of him.
When he stills, I look up at him. His eyes are seeking acceptance, so I give him an answer … orally.
I suck harder, moving slower so I can feel every twitch his cock makes, and when I feel his hot cum shoot into the back of my throat, I reach up to stroke him. He captures my hand, slowing me down, while he continues to grip the back of my hair with his other hand, slowing me further.
He thrusts in deeper and comes again and again and again, and I swallow every bit he gives me. When he stops, I want more.
He pulls out of my mouth, panting as he lowers himself to kneel between my legs.
“Did I drown you?” He rubs his thumb across my lips, wiping away some that I may have missed.
I take his hand between mine and suck his thumb into my mouth. His chest heaves, and his eyes widen.
“You taste amazing.”
“Yeah?” he asks, reaching between my legs and shoving a finger inside me, lifting me up, just like that.
I nod and whimper. “Most definitely.”
He looks at me as he nestles between my legs, moving his finger in and out slowly, his eyes still locked on mine. Every time my back arches, he does the same thing. He taps, he rubs, he makes me squirm, and I want more. But he doesn’t give me more. He keeps hitting different spots, and when I feel like I could come, he stops. It’s frustrating. And when he smirks, I know damn well it’s on purpose.
“That’s not nice,” I moan out, nearing the edge again.
“You want me to be nice?”
I nod as he circles my clit with his thumb.
“Maybe a bit rude?” He pulls the finger inside me out and rubs it down lower.
“Vincent,” I whisper when he pushes against my asshole.
“Deep breath in.”
I do as he asks and am rewarded with a finger in my pussy, shocked when the other is in my ass.
“How’s it feel?” he asks, slowly moving both fingers in and out of me.
When I don’t answer, he leans down and licks my clit.
My knees smash against his body, and he sucks hard.
“Good,” I pant. “So good.”
“It’s about to get better.” His eyebrow perches up high as he pushes another finger inside my pussy.
He moves them in and out of me faster now, and I am overwhelmed with sensations I have never felt. Shocked that it feels so fucking good, and fearing I am going to pass out from it.
He rests his palm against my stomach just above my pelvic bone, and his eyes darken. “You ready?”
I nod, not knowing what I’m in for, but I’m not afraid either.
He moves his fingers faster, deeper, more fiercely. My hips buck, and my knees crush against him. I feel like …
“Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!” I cry out, not sure I want him to or not.
He doesn’t.
I feel pressure building from deep inside me, like I have to pee, or come, or pee and come, and I start to sit up, to make it stop.
He grabs my throat gently and pushes me back.
“Vincent, no,” I cry as my hips continue thrusting, telling him the total opposite.
He clenches his teeth and bares them slightly as he demands, “Trust, Paige, fucking trust.”
And I give it to him as I come harder than I ever thought possible, so hard I feel the warm liquid running down my thighs as he continues to finger fuck me into oblivion.
“Fuck yes, that’s right. Give. It. To. Me.”
I lie back, no longer caring what my body is doing because it feels so fucking good as I allow him to make me come over and over again.
When I feel his fingers withdrawal and his mouth replaces them as he sucks and licks, moaning in delight the entire time I lay basking in the sensations only Vincent has ever given me.
When I am drained completely, he kisses my thighs then moves down to my ankle, kissing along the way, before he stands.
He pulls my other leg up so it rests on his shoulder and looks down at me. “I’m going to fuck you till you pass out.”
I smile and close my eyes. “You just—holy fuck!”
He crashes into me fully, and I can’t breathe. Then he moves out almost completely, and I gasp, “Vincent, that was—oh, my God!”
He crashes into me again and again and again.
“Condom,” I cry out, feeling for my overalls, knowing I have some in my pocket.
I blindly find the box and hand it to him. He stops, takes them from me, and looks at them.
“You don’t have a dick.”
I point down and pant out, “Clearly, I do.”
He shrugs, tosses them over his shoulder, and as I watch them fly over the edge, he fucks the hell out of me.
When I feel him swell, I dig my heels into his chest. “Don’t you dare.”
He grips my ankles and leans forward. I gasp at the depth in this position.
When he slows down, I know he’s going to come.
However, as he grits his teeth together and bares slightly, he pulls out, grabs the back of my head, pulls me up, and demands, “Open.”
After he fills my mouth, he pulls out and looks down at me. “Why?”
I swallow a few times before I can even get out a breath. Finally, I ask, “Why what?”
“Why can’t I come inside you?”
“Vincent …” I sigh, leaning back as I put my arms through the tank top. “I’m sure neither of us want a child.”
He points at me. “You’re on the pill.”
“No.” I shake my head. “No, I’m not.”
“In Italy, you told me—”
“When you asked me, I was too pissed at you to answer.” I stand and grab my overalls, pushing my feet into them before pulling them up.
He runs his hands through his hair, keeping his eyes on the deck. Then he peers out through his thick lashes, and I see his lips curl up in one corner.
“Vincent!”
As he looks up, his brow rises.
“This isn’t a joke, for fuck’s sake.”
I want to be mad at him, but he looks more amused than I have ever seen him. Happy looks good on him.
“I don’t think it’s a joke, Paige. If you’re pregnant with my—”
“I’m not pregnant!” I yell as I throw my hands up in the air.
Now both eyebrows are raised.
“You …you …” I stammer like an idiot
He smiles fully, unapologetically, and yes, beautifully. “Us … us …”
He reaches out to grab me, but I step back, only to trip over my own damn feet.
Laughing, he grabs me and pulls me with him as he sits down on the leather, completely and totally naked. He holds me tighter, laughing into my neck.
I put on a good show, pretending to try to pull away, but as his laughter intensifies, I can’t help getting caught up in the moment; the very first moment I have witnessed him seem carefree and truly happy … ever.
After what I learned today, his laughter is possibly the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.
I turn toward him and shake my head, trying to hide my smile, to feign anger and annoyance. When his lips cover mine, though, it all goes flying off in the evening ocean breeze.
He pulls back, taking my lower lip between his before releasing it. I lean in and do the same to him.
He nudges my nose with his and slides it up my face, inhaling until his lips come to rest on my forehead. “Sorry, Paige, but I’m not sorry.”
I reach between us, grab his balls, and squeeze. “Tell me, do you think it feels any differently when your hand isn’t actually on them?” I lean back and look at him.
He shrugs one shoulder. “It doesn’t. This thing between us, tell me it doesn’t feel good.”
“It feels like a whirlwind.”
He nods as if he understands.
“Tell me, have you ever felt it before?”
I don’t answer him, just look at him.
He sighs and flops back against the seat. “Then tell me I made the biggest mistake of my life and you’re just humoring me.”
I shake my head. “The biggest mistake would be if you got me pregnant when we are still getting to know each other. As it stands now …” I stop because I would prefer his laughter over the look of confusion laced with anger.
“As it stands right now what?”
I shake my head again. “It doesn’t matter. It is what it is.”
“And what is it, Paige?”
“It’s amazing sex. It’s highs and lows. It’s confusion and nervous feelings. It’s incredibly scary, Vincent. You hold my family’s future in your hands. You hold me captive.”