Page 48 of Sacred Vow

The moment his tongue touches my clit, all of the burning and soreness in my throat vanishes a gust of pleasure. How could I hate this man with such a fiery passion when he can make me feel like this with only a touch of his tongue?

“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked.” His tongue swishes through my folds, flicking hungrily at my clit. Two fingers thrust into my pussy while his tongue swirls around my clit.

I suck in much needed air. Having his cock fill my throat made me crave him, crave this. Even the heaviness of him almost choking me made me slick with need.

“Can you take more?” He glides a third finger in, twisting them this way and that, driving me mad for it. I fist my hair, turning my face away from him. If I have to watch this man on his knees before me, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy, I won’t be able to control myself.

As it is, my hips buck up off the bed toward him.

He chuckles. “So responsive.” A single finger trails lower, between my ass cheeks to my asshole.

I clench and try to pull away, but he wraps an arm around my waist, anchoring me to the bed. His fingers are gone from my pussy, leaving me feeling empty.

“Andrei. Please.” I reach down, trying to touch him, but one arched brow and I put my hands at my sides.

“Have you never been fucked here before, Izzy?” He pushes his finger against the pucker, and I clench harder.

“No. Please, don’t.” I bite down on my lip. A part of me wants him to ignore my plea.

He pins me with a glare as he pushes his finger harder against me. “Open for me, Izzy; it will be easier on you if you do. I’m going to fuck you here one day very soon, and my cock is much bigger than a finger.” It’s a warning. Do as he says, or this is going to be very painful.

I grit my teeth. “It’s not right, Andrei. Not there.” I try to pull away again, but he only yanks me back into place.

“I can make you wear a plug if you want. All day tomorrow if you won’t be a good girl for me now.” He pushes again, this time getting past the tight ring. “Relax, or it will be worse.”

I’m about to argue, to tell him about how he should shove something up his ass and relax, but then his tongue lashes across my clit and I’m lost to him again.

My body falls into his touch, completely ignoring me once again. His tongue works magic over my pussy, driving me further and further to the edge while his finger pushes slowly into my ass. The burn turns into a tingle then into a sweet heat.

“Can you take more?”

I know what that means. A second finger pushes past my muscles. I have no defense system anymore.

The burn increases and I groan, lifting my hips, but he rakes his teeth over my clit and washes me into a sea of pleasure again.

It’s all mingling. The sting, the ache, the sweetness of his mouth, it all swirls into an intense arousal that curls tight in my belly.

“Such a good girl,” he says, continuing to lash at my clit, rolling his tongue around the tight bundle of nerves, then increasing the pressure again. His fingers slide in and out of my ass, going further with each thrust. And it all comes together into a tsunami of arousal with those two words.

Good girl.

It shouldn’t have the effect that it does.

“Oh, no. Oh!” I fist the bedding beneath me as the wave of pleasure barrels down on me.

“That’s it, good girl. Come for me. Such a good girl.” He thrusts his tongue into my passage and thrusts his fingers deeper into my ass.

I scream out into the empty room as my orgasm rips through me. My muscles tense, my stomach clenches; there isn’t a part of my body that doesn’t tremble beneath the crushing pleasure of my release.

“Shh, so good.” He kisses the inside of my thigh moments later. I realize I’m still moaning with residual pleasure. “You were so good for me tonight.” He kisses my other thigh.

Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of me and presses one more kiss, this time to my stomach, right above my clit as he stands.

I close my eyes for a moment, hearing the water in the bathroom turn on. The towel being removed from the rack. Then the soft steps of his bare feet over the lush carpeting of his room.

The bed dips beside me as he sits down. A cool washcloth is pressed against my pussy, then down to my ass as he cleans me of my own messy arousal.

When I open my eyes, I find him staring down at me with concern.

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