Page 42 of Sacred Vow

“Tell me, Izzy. Tell me you want me to fuck you.” I won’t be denied. If she won’t give me her words, I will tease her until she’s begging me. I circle her clit with the pad of my thumb, biting down on her earlobe. “Tell me, Izzy.”

She moans.

“Andrei, this is wrong.” She tries to push me away, but I thrust my middle finger into her hot sheath, and my cock aches to be where my finger now is. She’s so hot, so tight, so right.

“Nothing between us is wrong, Izzy.” I kiss her cheek, her chin, her lips as I slowly fuck her pussy with my finger.

Her hands move to my bare shoulders, squeezing me as I build up her need. She wraps one hand around my wrist.

“I can’t… oh, hell.” She sucks in a breath when I curl my finger.

I kiss her again. “Let me make you feel good.” Another kiss; this time she responds with a kiss of her own. She releases my wrist.

“That’s it.” I slide my finger out of her pussy and press the head of my cock to her entrance. I break away from her kiss. I want her eyes when I enter her.

She stares up at me, and eagerness fills her expression.

Capturing her face between my hands, I claim her mouth as I thrust forward, my cock embedded in her pussy. I groan as the tight, hot passage grips my cock.

“Fuck, Izzy,” I mutter against her lips, spearing my tongue into her mouth while my cock thrusts in and out of her pussy. She grabs at my shoulders, digging her nails into my flesh. The pain only works to make me fuck her harder.

I grab her ass, keeping her on the edge of the counter while I plow into her over and over again. She scrapes her teeth along my bottom lip and I nip at hers. It’s a power game we play. In the end I will win.

We both want it that way.

“Harder, Andrei. Please, make it hurt,” she begs me. I have her hips pinned so she can’t move on her own.

I thrust harder, but I know it’s not enough. I move one hand to her hair, fisting it just at the scalp and pulling her head back until her entire throat is at my mercy.

“You want it to hurt, baby girl?” I sink my teeth into the side of her neck. She cries out, but stays still as I move down her shoulder, biting again, licking away the marks after each bite.

When I come back to her eyes, there are tears on the brim.

Fuck. Did I go too hard?

“No. Don’t stop. Please.” She grabs my shoulders again. I lick the tears away from her cheeks, thrusting even harder into her.

I can’t stand the pleasure of her much longer. It’s too much and now with the tears streaking down her cheek and her begging… it’s too fucking much for any man to have to endure.

I find her clit again, pressing the pad of my thumb against it. Her eyes roll back. I circle the sensitive bundle of nerves and plow harder.

“Come for me, baby girl,” I order. There is no please, no begging on my end. I command and her pupils expand even more.

She’s fucking perfect.

Her mouth drops open. Her thighs shake. Her pussy grabs me harder, the tremble comes, and in the next second she’s screaming my name and grabbing at me while I fuck her as though my life would end if I stopped.

My balls pull tight. The familiar zip down my spine and then I join her in the utopia of orgasm.

I kiss her.

I kiss her cheeks.

I kiss her lips.

I kiss her forehead.

And then I look into her eyes and wish I could kiss her very soul.

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