Page 65 of Shattered Vows

“Please, Kol…”

I take my hand out from under her dress and whip her around to face the wall. She splays her hands beside her head, her cheek pressed against the cool tile wall.

“You’re so ready. Your cunt is practically begging for me.”

“Yes,” she groans, offering her ass to me.

I undo my belt with one hand and push down my jeans far enough for my cock to spring free. I flip up her skirt and rip off her panties, discarding them on the floor. I slide my cock through her folds a few times before lining up with her entrance and savagely thrusting inside her.

She cries out, eyes closed as I take her rough, like an animal that’s been caged for too long. I watch my glistening cock slide in and out of her, covered in her arousal. Then I press my chest to her back so she’s trapped against the wall.

“Who.” I thrust into her. “Owns.” I thrust again. “This.” I thrust another time. “Cunt?” Again, I thrust, but this time, I hold myself inside her until she answers me.

“You.”

“Damn right me.” I plow into her again, changing my angle.

“Oh god,” she groans.

My face falls to her neck. “I’m your god, remember, sweetheart.”

I pull my length from her and step back.

“No!” she cries out.

Hands around her waist, I lead her over in front of the mirror. “Hold on to either side of the sink. I want to see your face when you come.”

She does as I say, always so good at following my instructions. As soon as she’s bent over with her hands on either side of the small sink, I flip her dress back up, exposing her ass, and sink inside her.

Rapsody’s eyes flutter closed as I drag myself in and out of her. My speed increases until the only sound filling the bathroom is our skin slapping together. She’s fucking drenched for me, so much so I’m surprised she’s not dripping onto the floor.

Someone knocks on the door.

“Fuck off!” I shout.

I bend over her and bring my fingers to her swollen clit, and her hips buck. Rapsody whimpers and sinks farther down toward the sink.

“Head up. I want you to watch us.”

Her head bolts up, so much easier now with her short hair, and meets my gaze in the dirty mirror.

I play her clit as though it’s my own personal instrument I’ve been playing for years, knowing just what to do to get her off. In less than a minute, her entire body goes stills before her head drops, and she cries out, climaxing.

Her pussy milks my cock, and with one final thrust, I hold myself in her, spilling inside.

We stand joined, gathering our breath, gathering our wits.

Finally, she raises her head to meet my gaze in the mirror. “Wow. You didn’t hold back.”

I grin at her. “And you took it like a fucking queen.”

I’ve been holding back with her, even on the night I took her virginity, not wanting to push her too far, too fast, for fear that she’d retreat from me. She’s experienced some of what I want to do to her, but we haven’t even scratched the surface yet.

Now, she has a better idea.

I withdraw from her and our mixed arousal drips down her thighs. Rather than getting her some toilet paper like a gentleman would, I rub it into her skin between her legs.

“I’ll lick it off when I get home.”

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