Losing the game?

Nancy decided for the time being to play the game with Vincent. She was also very curious about Vincent's feelings for her. It also helped to see his large, bobbing cock and swaying balls up close and personal. She kept thinking about what it might feel like to have that monster inside her, and how much cum it would shoot inside her. She loved the feel of cum washing up against the top of her womb. It always felt so hot, and always sent out waves of pleasure throughout her body. It was making her horny just thinking about it. "Vincent?" she asked sheepishly.

"Yes, McKenna?"

"Will you fuck me?"

Vincent raised an eyebrow. "No strings attached?"

"No strings, just fucking. It's hard for me to lay here almost completely naked, looking at that beastly cock and balls of yours, and not feel something."

"So you're not going to beg me to leave you behind or set you free?"

"No, I won't. I promise. I'll let you decide my fate."

He bent over Nancy, and helped her to sit up. "Let me cut the rest of those clothes off of you." He quickly made mincemeat of her jacket, top, and bra. Now she was completely naked, hands still cuffed behind her back. "That's a lot better. Now nothing is in the way, and I can truly admire all of you."

"So what is it that made you fall in love with me? That is if you don't mind my asking."

He sat down on the edge of the bed next to her, and turned her face towards his. "It was a number of things. Your smile, your hair, your luscious lips, the curves of your body, and how your ass moved in those tight jeans you wore. I can't pinpoint one thing about you I didn't fall in love with. I even loved the fact that you're a cop, and that it would be so taboo for a criminal element like me to love you, or have you fall in love with me. I also love your mind, and your sense of humor."

Nancy couldn't help but smile at all the compliments. They just piled on top of her, and made her feel hornier than she already was. "I can tell you're being honest with me. How you feel means a lot to me."

"Could you ever feel the same way for me?" He knew the question might be a deal breaker, but he felt compelled to ask.

"Gee, Vincent. You're putting me on the spot here." She could feel her heart racing, and her temperature rising. "Given time, and the way we're sitting here talking before we fuck our brains out, I'd have to say yes." She wasn't sure where all that came from, but she felt it was her honest answer. "But I would like a trial run. It might make being **** to go to Mexico with you a lot easier." This wasn't a lie either. She was really thinking this. Right now the only thing that mattered was Vincent. Was she falling for him as well? Perhaps they had a special love-hate relationship as a cop and a criminal? It was worth exploring.

Vincent gently lifted her face up by the chin, leaned in, and said, "That's all I needed to hear." His lips met hers, and the heat between them became unbearable.

Nancy whimpered and mewled as she opened her mouth, and invited his tongue inside. They exchanged tongues and saliva, and they found neither of them could get enough of the other. "Make me yours," she whispered in the heat of passion.