Page 129 of Forced Into Your Arms
“What about us?”
“I don’t know.” I sat up, pulling the sheet higher around me. “Last night happened, and I just want to know if we’re pretending it didn’t when we get out of this bed.”
“Why would we do that?”
“I don’t know, Vice. That’s just what people do…”
“I don’t…”
The answer came without hesitation, and something inside me relaxed.
Vice pushed himself up against the headboard and looked at me. “You think I brought you here just to get you in my bed?”
“No.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Then stop looking like you waiting for me to say some foul shit.”
I glanced down at the sheet, embarrassed that he could read me that easily. “I’m not waiting on anything.”
“You are.”
I let out a heavy breath. “I just don’t want to make the same mistake twice.”
His face softened slightly. “I ain’t yo’ ex.”
“I know that.”
“You keep saying it, but every time something feels too good, you start looking for where it’s gonna go wrong.”
I opened my mouth to argue, then stopped because he wasn’t completely wrong. Evan had made me question things I never used to question. A nice gesture felt like it might come with strings. Trusting somebody felt dangerous. Even being happy made me nervous because I knew how quickly that could change.
Vice reached for my hand. “Last night wasn’t just sex to me.”
My eyes moved back to his.
“I wanted you before you came here,” he continued. “You staying in my house ain’t why it happened, and you being scared ain’t why either.”
“I wasn’t scared of you…”
Vice smiled and pulled me toward him again, but this time I didn’t settle against his chest. I moved closer and kissed him.
The kiss was slow and easy, nothing like the urgency from the night before. Vice’s hand moved beneath my chin, holding me there for a few seconds before I straddled him. Instantly, his dick hardened beneath me.
Reaching over to his nightstand, he pulled out a condom and ripped it with his teeth. I eased up, giving him room to roll it on and once it had it on, I eased down on his dick, letting him stretch my pussy.
Vice’s shit wasn’t just long, but it was thick as hell too. To be honest, I knew it was big because of the big dick energy hecarried. He had that walk and charisma about him that gave it away, and I was right.
“Ahhh… Mmmm,” I moaned as I took my time riding him.
He smacked my ass and grabbed me by the back of the neck, pulling my headed closer to his face. “Ride this shit.”
“Shhhh… Oh my… Shit, Vice.”
“Mmmhmmm.” Grabbing me by the waist, he started guiding me back and forth, picking up the pace as he continued talking shit. “Yeah, I’m about to be in this pussy all day.”
