Page 75 of Breaking Vincent

“I’m proud of you no matter what.”

“Fuck my throat and make me cum again.”

My hand shoots to my zipper before Vincent finishes speaking. Fishing my cock out of my pants, I hiss as I give myself a quick jerk. “Open up, Tesoro.”

His mouth opens wide, almost drunk looking eyes stare at me as I slam home in his wet throat.

Vincent retches when I pull back, but he knows his limits, so when he opens up a second later, I snap my hips forward in harsh and unforgiving thrusts.

“You’re doing so good, Vincent. Fuck, you’re so wet and hot wrapped around my cock. I’ve wanted to do this since youaccidentallyspilled coffee on your outfit before.”

Green watery eyes stare at me as I grab his head and push myself in as far as I can. I hump against his face, causing the rope to tug at the hook that’s nestled between his cheeks.

He tries to groan around my length, but no noise comes out, his tongue vibrates against the underside of my cock.

“I’m going to cum, Tesoro. And as much as I love it when you swallow, I’m going to paint your face with it instead.”

As soon as I pull out, his eyes slam shut. I grab a hold of my cock, jerking it only a couple more times before I explode on his face. My spunk dripping from his hairline, down his cheeks and finally to his lips.

When he gets the first taste on his tongue, he curls in on himself as he has his final orgasm of the night. I imagine it’ll only be a small one, with only a few drops of cum.

“Turn it off! P-Please turn it off! Ahh, please!” he cries.

I’m already on my knees reaching for the toy and turning it off before he finishes begging.

“Good boy, Vincent. I knew you could do it.” I continue to whisper words of praise as I remove the rope and the hook. When I have him free of everything and I’ve wiped his spent cock as best I can from underneath the table, I look at him to discover his eyes are closed and he’s quietly snoring away.

I hate to be the one to wake him up, but sleeping on the table is going to end up causing more harm than good.

It takes a while for me to get him up and walk him to the bedroom and help him get settled under the blankets. “Fuuck. I love you so much. You know that don’t you?”

By the time I’ve stripped out of my clothes and climbed in next to him, he’s fast asleep once again. “I love you too, Vincent.”

The end