SEVENTY SIX

At Vincent’s estate, Monica had just arrived , and she found her way to the address Vincent had sent to her.

Her heart pounding as she entered, Vincent greeted her warmly. “Monica,” Vincent said, his voice filled with warmth. “I’m glad you came.”

Monica smiled nervously, “I couldn't refuse your invite.”

Vincent took her hand, leading her to the sofa. “Let me get us some wine,” Vincent said as he headed to the wine bar, and pulled out a bottle of wine with two glasses, he poured the wine in both glasses and handed one to Monica.

“Thanks,” Monica muttered, admiring the interior of the living room, she cleared her throat after sipping on her wine, “You know , I never thought you owned an estate.”

Vincent chuckled as he slipped on his wine, “Yeah I do. I just earned it.” He said sitting close to her.

Monica nodded in response, “Must be nice.” Even though she really didnt understand what he was talking about.

Vincent dropped his glass of wine, taking Monica’s hand in his, “Monica,” he called softly, “There’s something I need to tell you. I…I kinda feel a connection between us whenever I set my eyes on you. I think I have feelings for you.”

Monica's heart raced as she listened to Vincent, her eyes widening a bit, “Vincent…..I feel the same way too, but..."

Without another word, Vincent interrupted her, and pulled her closer to him, his arms wrapped around her, he pressed his lips to hers. She melted into the kiss, feeling his tongue probe her mouth. She moaned softly as he deepened the kiss, their tongues dancing together.

“I’ve wanted to that all day,” Vincent said, breaking the kiss and panting lightly.

“Me too,” Monica replied, her voice trembling with desires.

He laid her gently on the sofa , “I want you Mon,” Vincent groaned, his voice husky.

“I.I want you too Vincent,” Monica replied, her voice full of longing.

He pulled her closer and kissed her again, his hands roaming over her body. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she moaned with pleasure.

“Take off your clothes,” He said, his voice commanding.

Monica unbuttoned her shirt,her hands shaking with desires. He watched, his eyes taking in her naked full rounded breast.

“You’re so fucking hot,” He said, his voice filled with awe.

Monica blushed but didn't say anything. Her eyes lingering on his broad shoulders and mascular chest, which had scars on it, an evident of the rough live he’s in. She reached out and ran her fingers over his hardness, feeling him jerk at her touch.

“I want to taste you.” She said, looking up at him.

He nodded in response, and she sank to her knees in front of him, only putting on a lacey g-string pant, that fitted her curve and rounded soft butts. She took him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his tip, like she was having a lollipop. Vincent moaned with pleasure, “Fuck, just like that” he growled, his voice strained, his hands tangling in her hair. He hadn't felt this way in a very long time.

She sucked him deeper into her mouth, her lips sliding up and down his shaft. She could feel him getting closer , and she increased her pace.

“I’m going to cum.” He said, his voice warning.

She didn't stop, wanting to taste him. Vincent groaned as he came, his hot seed fling her mouth. She swallowed every drop, licking her mouth with her lips.

“That was …..amazing.” He said, his voice filled with wonder.

Monica smiled up at him, as she stood up, he pulled her closer and kissed her again , his hand roaming over her sensitive part.

“I want to feel you.” She said, her voice filled with longing.

Vincent nodded and lay her down on the bed, he kissed her her neck , down to her already hardened nipple. He took one of her nipples slowly into his mouth, his tongue licking and teasing her nipples, he sucked and nibbled her nipples, her back arching of the bed.

He moved lower to belly button , she gasped as he took it into his mouth. He spread her legs and ran his fingers through her already sucked panties, he could see the outline of her clitoris from the sucked panties.

He gently, pulled the panties off, exposing her bare pussy, he ran his tongue over her wetness. She was already soaking wet , and she moaned as she licked and soaked her clit.

“Yes, Vincent, just like that,” she moaned, her voice strained. She roamed her fingers on his hair, tangling his hair, as he fucked her with his tongue. He gave her clit a final suck that made a pop sound, before sliding a finger inside her,then two fingers, curling then to hit the walls of her inner pussy.

Monica moaned, as he curled his fingers to hit her G-spot , stroking her inside and out, her orgasm building. “I…I’m going to cum Vincent,” she said, her voice warning.

He didn't stop stroking her with his fingers, exploring every part of her inner pussy, she screamed as she came, she jerked on the sofa as her orgasm splattering on his face.

He moved up to her body, his hard cock pressing against her entrance. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.

“I want you inside me.” she said, her voice filled with longing. He slid inside her, feeling her completely with his cock. She moaned as he started to move, his hips thrusting against hers.

Vincent increased his pace, driving deeper and harder . She could feel another orgasm building up , and she moaned as he stroked her inside out.

“I'm close Vincent…I'm fucking close…..Just like that , don't stop.” She moaned, more like a plea.

He didn't stop driving her higher and higher. She screamed as she came, jerking on the sofa. Vincent followed and came too.

They both collapsed on the sofa, panting, their bodies slick with sweat.

“This is the best thing I've had in a long time,” Vincent said, pulling Monica closer to him, his voice filled with satisfaction.