Page 92 of A Vow So Soulless

The amount of control it takes to pull out of Deirdre’s sweet, pulsing little pussy should earn me the title of a fucking god among men. I wrench my cock out of her, staggering backwards until my legs hit my office chair and I fall heavily into it. My pants are tangled around my ankles, and I kick them off and to the side with a grunt.

Leaning back, I grip the arm of the chair with my unsplinted hand, chest heaving, cock wet and twitching, and I stare at Deirdre’s perfect, reddened ass. She’s still bent over, nearly boneless, her legs shaking, her pussy glistening. Fuck me, from this angle I can literally see the aftershocks of her orgasm drawing the muscles around her cunt tight, over and over again, like the throb of a heartbeat.

“How does it feel to squeeze around nothing?” I groan. “How does it feel to keep coming like that, without my cock inside you?” I take my shaft in a stiff grip. I’m not sure if I want to stroke it and give into the battering need to come, or if I want to clench my fist around it and gain back some semblance of control.

“I…” she stammers between heavy breaths, “I feel so… empty.”

I just about come on the fucking spot.

I hiss through clenched teeth, squeezing myself so hard it hurts and scrunching up my face.

She needs me. She feels empty without me.

I can find another way to fill her.

“Get over here,” I grit out, cracking my eyes open to make sure that she obeys.

And she does, but so fucking slowly I want to grab her by the fucking hair again. It’s as if her muscles aren’t working quite right in the aftermath. She gets her hands under her on the desk, pushing upwards until most of her weight is on her wobbly legs, before she haltingly turns around.

There isn’t a lot of space between us. My chair wasn’t that far away from the desk. But the distance yawns like a fucking chasm, because she isn’t with me yet and if I can’t touch her then even one single step is a step too fucking far.

“Closer,” I rasp. I use my splinted hand to gesture to the place on the floor between my feet. “On your knees.”

She hesitates, that beautiful, damning, arousing disobedience flashing in her big blue eyes.

“Deirdre,” I warn, my voice lowering dangerously, “I am going to come inside you. And if it’s not inside your cunt then it will be inside your mouth or your ass. Your choice. Now fucking make it.”

At my words she shivers so hard I see it happen from here. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and I’m this fucking close to shoving her down on that desk again and burying myself in the pulsing paradise of her pussy.

Look. I shot my own father in the fucking head. That doesn’t exactly make a man keen on producing his own spawn. I doubt that I’m prime papà material and until today I haven’t even thought about bringing a baby into this equation. But the thought of coming inside the wet, fertile channel of Deirdre’s body, seeing her get all big and swollen with my baby in her belly, makes me burn so hot with lust that it’s like there’s fire in my veins, fire that won’t ebb or cool or let me go until I literally fuck it out of me.

Cristo Santo. Fuck.

I’ve literally never felt like this before. So mindless with electric need that I’m prepared to throw all reason out the fucking window. Hell, I haven’t even shot my load in another woman without a condom in more than ten goddamn years.

But everything’s different with Deirdre. Everything.

Including me.

Dio help me, I’m going to take her by the throat, then shove until she’s flat on her fucking back on my desk, splayed entirely open for me.

And then I’m going to rut her like a fucking animal in heat.

My legs tense, preparing for me to rise up out of the chair.

But at that exact moment, Deirdre makes her choice and steps forward. The soft press of her hands on my thighs as she lowers herself to her knees is all it fucking takes to freeze me there.

She kneels between my legs, and it’s a beautiful fucking sight. Her wide gaze moves from the iron-hard rod of my cock to my face and then back down.

“I don’t…”

Jesus fucking fuck. I can feel her breath on my damp skin as she speaks.

“I don’t know what to… I’ve never done this before,” she admits. I ease my fingers away from my cock and grasp her chin firmly, my thumb pressing against her lower lip.

“Open your mouth.”

She swallows, her throat bobbing, and for a second I lose myself imagining what that mouth, that throat, are going to feel like from the inside.

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