Chapter 145: The Best Kind of Apology

His hand drops mine over his pants where his cock strains the material. I squeeze, my arms outstretched and pulled, but not willing to give up the sensation of him against my palm.

"That's all for you. No one else." His finger circles my opening, using my underwear as a barrier.

That's it. I'm giving up underwear. Who needs them when I can have direct access to Vincent without them?

"Maybe I don't want it," I say trying to play hard to get.

His finger slips past my underwear and grazes my lips. "Your body says otherwise."

"What are you going to do about it?" I push my legs together again, but his hands are already too far to make any difference. Plus he can't quit now. I want him to somehow ease the hurt in my heart.

Vincent's eyes twinkle when he answers. "I'm going to lick you until you scream, then I'll fill you up with so much cum it will drip out of you for days."

Thump, thump goes my heart. "Is that so?"

He snaps my underwear, my clit zinging with the sudden sensa