Costly Decisions (Book 2 of The Costly Decisions series}

CHAPTER FIVE

The shinning of the early morning sun, peeking in through the blinds made Victoria pop up. She reached down and picked up her cell phone to check the time; it was 6:45am. She hopped up from the bed and ferociously started looking around for her clothes. The clinking of silverware, alerted her that she was not the only one awake. The sounds of dragging feet, in house slippers quickly approaching the living room caused her to take cover behind the arm of the sofa.

"It's good to see you are awake, I made breakfast." Vincent chimed cheerfully as his slender frame appeared in the door way with a tray of different breakfast assortments.

"What are you doing over there?" he snickered at Victoria cowering in the corner.

"I thought you were Natasha," she responded before standing up and resuming her mission to find her clothing.

"Where are you going?" He asked, baffled by her hurry to leave.

"I have to go. My older sons have to be to school by eight and the "asshole" has to be to work at ten, today. Where is she anyway?" she continued to fret.

"She left out to work a little while ago." he answered. He was slightly discouraged at her wanting to depart, especially since he was now fully erected at the sight of her nudeness. He decided to try and convince her to stay a little longer. He began kicking his game to her.

"Just sit and have breakfast with me and I'll pay for your cab ride home."

"No, I couldn't let you do that." she replied snapping on her bra.

"Come on. Let me do that for you, it's the least I can do for you after last night." He winked at her. Her face flushed red as she thought about the acts that occurred the night before.

"Hm... I don't know. I really have to get home and get them ready for school." she sighed.

"Please. For me? Just have some breakfast and I got the cab ride for you to get home."

"Ok, I'll stay for breakfast but I have to go home, right after."

She sat at the table and dove right into the creamy grits, cheesy eggs, sausage links and toast. When she looked over, she noticed that Vincent didn't have plate and was staring at her like a hawk stalking its prey.

"Is everything alright, Vincent? Where is your food?" she questioned as she returned her attention back to her plate.

"My breakfast is right here."

By the time she turned her head to look for his plate, he was on his knees in between her thighs. He pried her legs open with little resistance and buried his face in her treasure box.

"Oh! W-w-what are you doing? Aah! V-v-Vincent" She cried out in ecstasy as he stuck his tongue deep into her moist canal and committed to fucking her with his tongue. Involuntarily, her hips started to rock back and forth against his face as she neared her climax. Vincent knew she was about to cum but he couldn't allow that without getting his, too.

Reaching into his pants pocket and slyly ripping open the package, he slipped the rubber over his engorged member. In sequence, he rose, picked her up and placed her against the wall. Taking her legs and wrapping them around his waist, he plunged into her; she shrieked behind the initial contact.

Her back slapped against the wall, in tune with his aggressive stroke. He knew that his time was limited but he wanted to leave a lasting impression on this tenderloin. He adjusted her legs and went into beast mode as he dug deep into her pussy. She was screaming so loud, neighbors from a block away could hear the pleasurable sounds coming from the cozy apartment. Feeling her muscles contract around his shaft, indicated that she was ready to explode and he would be sure to erupt with her. A few deeper strokes and their bodies collapsed on one another.