The Hitmans’s Obsession: An Age-Gap Romance

by Cole, Jagger

  My lips taste one nipple and then the other, until she’s writhing for me. Then I kiss down her soft tummy. She whimpers as it caves beneath my lips. I nip at the waist of her cotton shorts. My fingers tug them down over her hips. Bellamy raises her butt, letting me pull them off her legs. I toss them aside and turn back. Only then do I growl lowly.

  My eyes take in her little pink panties. Just a flimsy strip of lace between me and everything I crave. I focus on the dark wet spot where her legs meet, and I groan. I lean down, and she tugs at my shirt.

  “Off,” she whispers. I pull it free. Bellamy moans when her fingers explore my bare shoulders. I go back to nuzzling her tummy, then I go lower. I nuzzle her pussy through her panties, and she moans. Her breathing is fast and raspy, and it urges me on.

  “Pants too,” she whispers. The request is shy, but I nod and kiss her thigh. I stand up and pull them down. My cock bulges my boxers obscenely. I move back between her thighs again. I nip at the lacy waist with my teeth. She trembles, and I drag them down. I inhale the scent of her, and it enflames me. Fucking hell, I want to live right here between her thighs. I slide her panties all the way off. My gaze sweeps over her, and I blink in shock.

  She’s perfection. She’s an angel. And she’s all mine.

  I move between her smooth legs and push them apart. My pulse surges, and I lean close. I hesitate for one second an inch from her cunt. It’s like I’m savoring the moment or taking a mental picture of it. I’m carving it in stone—something I’ll never forget. Then she’s all mine.

  I drag my tongue slowly up her lips. Bellamy almost jumps off the bed. She squeals and shudders under me. Her thighs clamp down on my head. But I grip them tight and push them open again. I growl into her pussy. My tongue swipes up and down, parting her lips. She’s dripping wet, and I lap at her hungrily. It’s like I want to lick her dry. But the more I lick, the wetter she gets.

  I move up to her clit. I focus on the little button, sucking it between my lips. I tease it mercilessly, and Bellamy starts to whine with pleasure. I’m teasing, but I’m not cruel. I want to drag this out, but I don’t want her frustrated. And anyways, I don’t know if I could drag this out if I wanted to. I crave her orgasm too much. I’m dying to know what she tastes like when she comes, and I can’t wait.

  I groan and suck her clit harder. I swirl it with my tongue until she’s squealing and begging for release. Her fingers grip my hair. Her thighs fight my hands. Her pussy floods my tongue and lips with sweet candy cream. Her body tightens and spasms, and she cries out.

  “Vincent!!”

  It’s just one word. It’s my name, and then she’s coming. She howls, and her body almost flies off the bed. But I pin her there with my tongue on her clit. I lick her and taste her deeply as she comes hard against my mouth.

  I’m still licking her. It’s like I’m in a trance. But I’m gradually aware of her hands gripping me tight. She’s pulling me up, and I let her do so. I slide up between her legs, over her body. Bellamy attacks me, like a wild animal. She moans like she’s possessed and kisses me like a demon woman. I hesitate because I’ve got her come all over my lips. But she kisses me just the same.

  Her long legs wrap around my waist. Her hand slides between us and pushes the waist of my boxers. I groan when her hand slips inside. Her teasing fingers wrap around my thick cock, and I hiss.

  “Bellamy…” I groan.

  She strokes me and shoves my boxers down. She pulls my cock free of them, and she moans when she feels me against her thigh. Her hand keeps stroking me. She pulls me closer, and I hiss when my thick head pushes over her wet lips.

  “We don’t have to do that…” I growl. My voice is tight. My head feels like it’s floating away.

  “Yes, we do,” she says, her voice thick with need.

  “Bellamy…”

  “This was always meant to happen, Vincent,” she whispers. Her eyes hold mine, and she smiles. “It was always going to be you.”

  11

  Bellamy

  He’s right there. This is about to really happen. I tremble to my very core, but it’s pure excitement. Maybe I’m nervous, but I’m not scared. Not with it being Vincent. I look up into his eyes, and I know this meant to be. This was always meant to be.

  Like I said, it was always going to be him. Even before either of us knew it.

  He feels so hard and hot in my hand. And so damn big. That part actually does give me a small spike of worry. I look down between us. His defined abs clench, and his cock throbs in my hand. I gasp, feeling the hot muscle so hard beneath soft skin.

  I stroke him again, and it twitches in my hand. I moan softly. He’s right there; the head of his cock nudged right up against my pussy. No one’s ever touched me like this, let alone been this close to actually doing this. And Vincent is big. It’s not just that I’ve got small hands. His dick is huge. And I’m… small.

  I worry for a minute about him even being able to fit. God, how embarrassing would that be? To let go and throw myself at the man I’ve always wanted. Only for him not to even be able to do what I want him to do, because I’m too tight?

  But I look up into Vincent’s eyes. And suddenly, I’m not worried anymore. He kisses me, and he pushes his hips. I feel his throbbing head slip between my lips against my seam. I tremble, and my breath catches tightly.

  “I’m not going to hurt you, baby,” he says softly. He leans down and kisses me. He keeps kissing me, pulling my attention away while he pushes his hips. His thickness begins to spread my lips open. I’m still kissing him, but I gasp when I feel him start to slide inside. His head slips in, and I whimper.

  It feels so full, and I know he’s barely inside. But as he pushes, I feel myself getting even wetter; wetter than I’ve ever been before.

  “Vincent,” I moan softly. I clutch his arms tightly, and kiss him eagerly.

  “Just breath and let me in, baby,” he murmurs. “Let me show you how good this can feel.”

  “I want you to show me everything,” I whisper.

  He growls and kisses me harder. He pushes his hips. His big cock begins to slide deeper, and I moan. For a second, it feels funny. But then he’s through, and it only feels like heaven. My jaw drops, and my eyes widen. I almost can’t believe how good it feels. It’s like nothing I’ve felt before, and so much better than my own fingers.

  “Oh my God,” I gasp.

  “Oh fuck, Bellamy,” he growls. The lust in his voice and the desire on his face makes me want this even more. He’s so much older and more experienced. And yet he wants me. I’m making him feel good. And Lord is he making me feel good.

  “Deeper,” I choke. “Please.” He groans, nodding. He thrusts his hips. I gasp when it feels like a foot of him slides inside. “Oh fuck!” I gasp.

  Vincent frowns in worry. But I shake my head. “Keep going,” I gasp. “Please don’t stop.”

  His lips press to mine. I feel his muscles clench, and then I feel his thickness plunge into me. He keeps sliding more in, until I can’t believe there’s anything left not inside of me. But then he gives one last thrust, and I’ve got all of him.

  “Jesus,” he groans. “Fuck, Bellamy, baby.”

  “You feel so fucking good,” I gasp.

  “We’re just getting started, baby,” he growls. He slides his cock out. I moan, and I can feel my pussy gripping him tightly. It’s as if my body doesn’t want him to leave. But he pushes right back in. This time, he plunges deep, to the hilt. I cry out, and I moan in pleasure.

  “Yes!” I gasp. My nails dig into his arms. Vincent growls and begins to move his hips faster. I’m almost embarrassed by how freaking wet I am. It’s like I’m making a mess of both of us and probably leaving a puddle on the sheets. But God does this feel good.

  Vincent growls into my lips. He pushes into me, making me gasp. We move slowly, but I like that he’s gentle. He’s so big, and he’s just such a huge man in general. Him going slow feels erotic, and sensual. And really, really fucking good.
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br />   His cock slides in and out of me. My clit drags over his shaft with each thrust. And when he grinds deep, his body rubs against it. I cling to him and moan. The pleasure burns hot inside of me, welling up like a volcano ready to blow. My nails dig hard into his skin, but I can’t help it. My thighs clench around him. My pussy feels so tight and wet around him. He keeps thrusting into me. I keep urging him on and pushing my hips to meet him. We’re moving slowly. But it feels like it’s been no time at all before I know he’s going to make me come.

  “Vincent,” I gasp.

  “Come, baby,” he growls. I think it’s the “baby” that does it. It’s so tender sounding, and so intimate. Like he’s talking to me like a lover, not as my old bodyguard. Or maybe it’s because he was my bodyguard, and that us being together like this is bathed in scandal. Either way, or maybe it’s both, I’m going to come. And I’m going to come really, really hard.

  “Vincent!”

  “Come for me, baby,” he hisses. He thrusts deep into me. “Come on that cock like a good girl.”

  “Oh fuck!” I scream and I cling to him. My nails dig into his skin and I drop my mouth to his shoulder. I bite down, and I scream over and over when I start to come. The climax takes my breath away. It’s better than anything I’ve ever given myself, times a million. It feels like I’m drowning in him. Like I’m totally surrounded by his warmth inside and out.

  My body quivers and shakes. My breath comes haggard. I pull away from his shoulder panting. I see the teeth marks I’ve left on his skin, and I start to giggle. I look up into his gorgeous eyes, and he’s grinning back at me.

  “Hey,” he growls.

  “Hey you,” I whisper. He leans down. I moan when he kisses me. I feel utterly at peace and in total bliss. But yet, I’m not done. I’m not ready for this to be over yet. I frown curiously. “Vincent, did you…”

  He smiles and shakes his head. “This wasn’t about me,” he growls. “This was about you.”

  I shake my head. “No, this is about us.” He grins. I flex my core, and I see him groan when my pussy clenches him.

  “Shit, Bellamy,” he growls.

  “More,” I whisper.

  “You want more, hmm?” He groans.

  I nod. “Yeah, I do. And I want you to take me the other way.”

  Vincent frowns. “The other way?”

  I lean up and kiss his ear. “Hard,” I whisper. His cock surges inside of me.

  “You don’t want me to go hard, baby.”

  “Yes, I do.” I squeeze him again, and he groans.

  “Bellamy, baby…”

  “Fuck me, Vincent,” I whisper breathily into his ear. I want to goad him. I want to provoke him. I love that he was slow and tender the first time, for me. But part of my always having had a crush on him is that it’s him. He’s been my big teddy bear. But I know that teddy bear has muscles and claws. It’s the danger lurking underneath his skin that’s always made me excited.

  “Fuck my little pussy like you’ve always wanted to,” I breathe.

  It’s filthy. But saying it makes me feel so fucking hot and sexy. Vincent’s cock throbs so hard inside of me when I say it, and I know I’ve pushed him.

  “You want me to fuck you, baby girl?” He growls. There’s a darker tone to his voice now, and I tremble. I’ve awoken the beast in him, and it thrills me.

  “I want you to fuck the shit out of me,” I whisper thickly in his ear.

  Vincent’s hands tighten on my hips. He suddenly growls and pulls out of me. I whine, but then I gasp when he suddenly flips me over. I’m panting, and my heart races when he pushes me face down on the bed. I feel him move over me and grab my hips.

  “You want me to fuck you, dirty girl?” he growls.

  I can’t even talk. I just moan and nod eagerly. God, if I thought I was wet before…

  He pulls my ass up in the air with one big hand. He presses between my shoulder blades, keeping my chest to the bed. I feel his cock slide against my pussy. He eases the head inside, and he throbs thickly. His hand tightens on my hip, and suddenly, he thrusts. I gasp at the size of him.

  “Oh fuck!”

  Vincent’s cock surges deep inside of me. He slides out and then pounds back in. His abs slap against my ass, and his fingers dig into my skin. He’s not being really rough or anything. But he’s not holding back either. His fat cock plunges into me. His muscles coil against me. I feel utterly and completely dominated by him, and I love how it feels.

  I start to rush headlong towards another release. Vincent’s hand slides into my hair. He tangles it in a fist, and I cry out. “Vincent!”

  “Take my cock, baby,” he growls. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, Bellamy.”

  “You’re so big!” I gasp. “Fuck me! Fuck me!” I’m squealing for him. I’m a whimpering, trembling mess for him. I’m begging for it, shamelessly. But I’m not embarrassed. I don’t feel ashamed for wanting it how I want it. Because with Vincent, it just feels natural. It feels like he already knows what I want and wants to give that to me.

  He thrusts into me. My ass bounces off his abs and my heart races. I can feel his cock swelling thick inside of me. I can also feel myself starting to tremble uncontrollably. It feels like it felt before, the first time. But it’s so much bigger. It’s a wave I can’t stop, and it’s going to drown us both.

  “Vincent!” I scream.

  I don’t have to tell him I’m coming. He knows. And he doesn’t have to say it either, because I can feel him let go. He roars my name, and I let go. I orgasm hard, my pussy clenching his thickness so tightly. Vincent groans and pushes deep. His cock spasms, and I feel it. His cum spills into me, hot and thick. I scream into the sheets. My hands are fists clenching them. And my entire body shudders around him as he holds himself deep.

  Arms surround me. His lips are on my neck, leaving gentle kisses. He slowly slides out of me, and we roll to our sides. Vincent’s perfect, muscled arms hold me tight. They hold me against his chest. I can feel his heart beating fast against my back, and mine is racing it.

  I turn to look at him. He leans over, and our lips press together. I never want them to come apart.

  12

  Vincent

  Her finger traces a scar on my chest. It’s an older wound, from a knife when I was younger. She’s seen it before, but she’s never touched it. She’s never touched me like this ever, obviously.

  We’ve officially crossed the line. Fuck that, we’ve sprinted over it. Leapt. Rammed a fucking truck through it. I’m naked, in bed, with a girl eleven years my junior. My charge. The girl I swore on my life to protect.

  And I intend to hold to that. It would be absurd to say this changes nothing. Idiotic even. Of course this changes things. This changes every single thing the two of us know and share, on a very fundamental level. But it doesn’t change the way I’d lay my life down for her. It doesn’t change that I’d kill for Bellamy, without blinking an eye.

  I hold her tight. My hand drifts down the smooth expanse of her back. Touching her skin, getting to know her. It’s as if I’m familiarizing my hands with her body. And I’m smiling. I’m genuinely smiling with happiness for the first time in a very, very long time.

  I turn and kiss the top of her head. Bellamy smiles against my skin. She kisses my shoulder, right where she bit me. She looks up into my eyes. Hell does that feel good.

  “Hi,” she whispers.

  “You okay?” I growl gently.

  “I’ve literally never been better,” she grins. But then she shifts and winces a little.

  I frown. “I hurt you…”

  She looks up at me quickly. “No, you didn’t.”

  “Bellamy…”

  “It’s a good sore,” she says softly. She grins. “A very, very good sore.”

  “I never want to hurt—”

  “You didn’t hurt me, Vincent,” she says. “You gave me everything I’ve wanted for a very—”

  “Shh,” I shake my head. “Don’t tell me that.”
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br />   She giggles. “Fine. But you didn’t hurt me.” She leans up, and I lean down. My lips press to hers, and I kiss her deeply. She pulls back and snuggles against me.

  “So, that was really fucking good.” I chuckle, and she looks up. “What, not going to admonish me for swearing?”

  “I’ll give you a pass,” I grin.

  She smirks at me smugly. “What, because I’m a woman now?”

  I roll my eyes. Bellamy grins in that impish way that I know means trouble.

  “You made a woman out of me, Vincent,” she says with a silly and dramatic sultry voice. “You popped my cherry.”

  She’s teasing me, and I know it. I groan. “You done yet?”

  “You de-flowered me, Vincent,” she says, again in that silly fake sultry voice. She giggles, and I groan.

  “Enjoying yourself?”

  “Very much, thank you.” She kisses my chest and looks up.

  “You showed me cardinal sin, Vincent.”

  I sigh. “So, not done.”

  “Not even close,” she laughs. “How does it feel to have punched my v-card?”

  “Jesus Christ,” I chuckle.

  “Stole my maidenhead.”

  I laugh deeply, smiling at her silliness. That is until she leans close to my ear.

  “You fucked my little pussy with your big cock, Vincent.”

  After that, I’m hard again in about a nanosecond. And Bellamy can tell. She gasps and looks down at my cock lying thick against her thigh as she spoons against me.

  “Shit,” she says softly.

  “You keep talking like a dirty girl…” I growl. I turn to her, looking at her fully. “And I might just have to treat you like a dirty girl.”

  “Is that a threat or a promise?” she whispers.

  “Both,” I growl.