Vanilla and Vice is LIVE!
Now LIVE! Vanilla and Vice by Tabatha Vargo and Melissa Andrea.
A recovering sex addict meets an irresistible virgin.
VANILLA & VICE
My sick obsession with domination and sex had become an addiction, and I was no longer willing to be a slave to it. Now, I’m six months sex free, and I haven’t tied a woman up in five.
I’ve never felt more powerful in my life.
Then Eden Vaughn got a job at Empire Sevens and turned my newfound control on its head.
She makes me feel weak and tests my restraint, silently begging me to show her how deep my addiction runs. I can’t have her sort of temptation in my casino, and I’ll do whatever it takes to get her to quit.
I’m into all things dark and filthy, but innocence is my kryptonite. She’s virtuous and vanilla, and vanilla is my VICE.
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Crashing onto the black leather couch in my office, I reached down and undid the button on my slacks and slid the zipper down.
My cock was hard and angry, tight from the pressure of an unfulfilled promise.
I gripped it, hissing at the pleasure and pain. My balls ached, begging me to give in.
And so I did.
I tugged up, rolling my head on the back of the couch with a sigh. Stroking up and down, careful to put pressure where I wanted it most, I worked my cock until the pain in my balls slowly dissolved, leaving only pleasure.
I closed my eyes, envisioning Eden’s sweet smile. I imagined her looking up at me through her lashes and grinning.
She wanted me.
She wanted to taste me.
She wanted me to fuck her so hard and so fast that she screamed and came all over my throbbing dick.
In my imagination, she dropped to her knees and took me into her warm mouth, her tongue swirling around my engorged head before she tickled the hole a bit with the tip of her tongue.
She worked her hand down my shaft, her mouth following the path until she took all she could into her mouth. My tip sliding into the back of her throat until she began to gag a bit.
Her saliva coated me, warming my dick and lubing it as her mouth worked up and down on me.
“Yeah, angel, just like that,” I whispered. “Suck my cock, baby.”
If only my imagination was real.
If only she were there, kneeling in front of me like a virginal sacrifice and servicing me to the edge of insanity.
I pumped harder, the pleasure so extreme I was starting to feel dizzy. My breathing was rough and fast, my hips tense as I thrust into my palm.
In my mind, Eden was reaching down and palming my balls, massaging them as her sweet sucking and tugs pulled my orgasm from deep inside.
I was getting closer the more she sucked.
The harder she sucked.
She licked.
Massaged.
It was so fucking good.
“Fuck, angel. That feels so fucking good. You want me to come in your mouth, don’t you? You want to taste me? Want my cum to cover your tongue before you swallow it?”
In my mind, she nodded, sucking harder as I reached the end.
Then the sound of my office door echoed throughout the room, and I opened my eyes to see Eden standing there looking at me. Watching me jerk off while in my imagination she was blowing me.
I couldn’t stop.
I was too close to the end.
Too close to the pleasure I had denied myself for the past six months.
Surprisingly, she didn’t leave and slam the door behind her.
Instead, her eyes dropped to my hand, and her eyes went wide.
“Don’t move,” I said as I continued to pump my cock. “Just stand there and let me look at you.”
She obeyed, going stiff as she stood in the doorway of my office without moving.
Her eyes followed my quick movement, and she bit her lip like she was enjoying it.
“Do you like watching me?” I asked, not really expecting her to respond.
She didn’t, and I was fine by that.
Through her dress I could see her nipples hard and peaking, needing to be nibbled and sucked.
My fist tightened, and I pumped harder, feeling the slow rise of my impending orgasm as it crawled down my spine and tickled my hips.
Her cheeks were crimson. She was blushing so hotly, her body spotting in red flushes. She gripped her fingers together, the tips turning white from her strength.
Was she holding herself back from me?
Did she want me as badly as I wanted her?
I almost asked her to come to me, lift her dress, and let me fill her sweet little cunt with my juice, but I had already fallen too far. I didn’t want to make my relapse worse.
Her eyes shifted, turning away from me and landing on the wall beside my head.
“Don’t look away,” I demanded. “I want you to see the moment my cum spills for you.”
Her eyes went wide, but she listened, continuing to watch.
“Fuck,” I muttered. “Just your eyes on my cock while I jerk it is doing it for me.”
Her eyes dipped to my dick, and her tongue peeked out and swiped across her top lip like she wanted to taste me.
That was all it took.
I came.
I exploded so hard I growled like a fucking savage, which was appropriate since I felt like an animal.
Wild.
Uninhibited.
On the verge of total chaos.
It was the best fucking orgasm I had ever had in my life from jerking off.
