Page 62 of Sacred Vow

I never want this to end.

A bullet could pierce my heart at this moment, and I would feel nothing but her pussy wrapped around my cock.

She reaches between our bodies, finding her clit with the tips of her fingers.

She’s trying to kill me.

“Yes, baby girl, play with your clit.” I thrust faster and faster while her fingers dance in circles around her clit.

Her thighs begin to tremble. Her pussy gets tighter.

“That’s it, that’s my girl. Come for me. Come hard for me,” I order her, leaning forward and swiping my tongue over her exposed nipple.

She moans.

Her breath catches.

Her pussy squeezes around my cock.

My balls pull tight.

Fuck.

“Good girl,” I mutter into her tit before suckling her nipple into my mouth. “Come, Izzy. Come all over my cock.”

More moans.

I lean up, locking my eyes with hers and grind my hips into her, driving into her again and again.

She bites down on her lip, and her face goes red as her release builds.

“Come, Izzy,” I order. “Let it go.”

With the next thrust, she drops her head back and screams. She bucks her body at me, chasing down every wave of her orgasm and I continue to plow into her, driving her all the way to the edge and back.

I press a kiss to her throat, wanting to feel every last pulse of her orgasm. My balls pull tighter still and there’s no ignoring the electric zip up my spine. I thrust into her again, into her heated, soaking wet passage. My cock fills her, and I thrust again, stilling as my body tightens.

With a roar of my own, I come, emptying my seed into her tight pussy.

I lift my head from her shoulder, sucking in air. I bring both hands to her face, capturing her, kissing her.

Possessing her.

“It’s a good thing I’m on birth control,” she says as I slip out of her and yank up my jeans. Glancing at her sitting on my desk, I can see my seed sliding out between her pussy lips and pooling beneath her on my desk.

I blink.

A baby.

Yes. I want that. Her big and round with my baby nestled safely inside her. I definitely want that.

“We’ll change that after we’re married.” I gather the leggings I threw earlier and bring them back to her.

“Hmm, we’ll see.” She wiggles her ass into the tight leggings.

It’s too early to argue. I grab her notebook in one hand and her hand in the other.

“What are you doing?” she asks as I tug her along to the door.

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