Chapter 1-Who is this woman? (R18)
(If you are uncomfortable or just don’t want to read smut. No worries. I got you. Just skip this one and the next, it won’t affect the story at all. For the rest of my brothers enjoy.)
Vincent’s eyes adjusted to the opulence of the luxurious skyscraper, the sunlight streaming through sheer curtains and casting a warm, golden glow over everything. The walls were adorned with exquisite art, each piece a testament to refined taste and elegance. Plush furniture filled the space, inviting and comfortable, while a crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, its facets catching the light and scattering it in a dazzling display. The king-sized bed, draped in rich, soft fabrics, seemed to beckon him to linger, promising comfort and indulgence.
As Vincent took in his surroundings, memories began to flood his mind like a rushing river, fragments of a life that wasn’t his—glimpses of extravagant parties, high-stakes business deals, and intimate encounters. The sheer amount of information overloading his brain made him wince in pain. The soft sound of his discomfort stirred the woman beside him, her eyes blinking open to reveal stunning blue orbs that locked onto Vincent’s dark gaze.
Her hair, a cascade of golden strands, reflected the sunlight, making her look even more beautiful. A small smile played on her lips as she noticed his naked torso, her eyes tracing the contours of his muscled form. "Morning, dear," she purred, stretching like a cat, the sheet sliding down to reveal her ample breasts. She looked at him like a cat seeing fish. She licked her lips while tracing a finger down his chest.
Vincent felt a surge of desire, a primal instinct that overrode the confusion of waking up in a stranger’s body. Despite not knowing who this woman was, where he was, or even who he was, his body responded to her with an intensity that was undeniable. He pulled her naked body towards his chest, lowering his head and locking his lips with hers in a passionate kiss.
She responded eagerly, her hands roaming over his muscled back, pulling him closer as if she couldn’t get enough of him. The passion between them ignited, a fire that burned hot and bright, consuming them both. Vincent found himself lost in the intensity of the moment, the world outside their embrace fading into insignificance.
Breaking the kiss, he leaned back, allowing her the freedom to explore. She took the opportunity with fervor, her delicate hands wrapping around his hardening length. Her tongue darted out, tracing a teasing path along the underside of his shaft, each lick sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and anticipation that made him groan.
Her soft, warm mouth engulfed him, her lips sliding up and down with a hunger that matched his own rising desire. She worshipped his length with her mouth, her tongue swirling around his ballsack, then his long cock, and finally the sensitive head before taking him deep. Vincent’s control wavered under the exquisite torment, his hips bucking involuntarily as he thrust deeper into her mouth.
Her eyes watered as he hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she gazed up at him with a wanton need that spurred him on. He lost himself in the raw, carnal act, his fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her movements. She gagged slightly, the sound mingling with his own low groans of pleasure. When he could no longer hold back, he surrendered to the intensity of the moment, his release flooding her mouth. She swallowed reflexively, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she drank him in, her body shuddering with the intimacy of the act.