Page 74 of Worth the Vow

The witchy woman looks me dead in the eye, squeezes, and bears down.

“Not … fucking … funny,” I groan as I prematurely come, all over my wife’s pussy for the first time.

Kate

Other women would be embarrassed, ashamed, or feel at least a tiny sense of guilt. Me? Not even a little.

It’s not like we can’t wait an hour or two and go again. Right? Granted, Dominic is thirty five, so maybe he doesn’t have the rebound of a spring chicken, but something tells me he is going to make the entire night one hell of an experience, regardless of how fast he came this time.

“You don’t even feel remotely sorry,” he rasps against my neck.

I burst into laughter. “Nope.”

I feel him chuckle against my skin, which makes me shiver, and that makes Dominic moan in return as I feel him pulsate against me. Grabbing a handful of hair, I pull his head up to see his face. Glassy, unfocused eyes look back at me, a half-smile gracing his gorgeous face. “You said you wanted to keep me, so I figured this wasn’t a one-and-done situation.”

“You’re absolutely right,” he murmurs. As life sparks in his eyes once again, he gives me a mischievous smile as his tongue darts out to trace my nipple. I gasp as he blows against the wet skin, then leans forward to pull the tip between his teeth. The small amount of pain zings right down to my clit, and I grind against Dominic, feeling him harden beneath me.

“Already?” I moan as he continues nibbling on my nipple.

“Even I’m surprised,” he chuckles as he lets my nipple go with a smacking pop, dragging his tongue up my chest, neck, and into my waiting mouth. I can’t stop the variety of incoherent sounds and words flowing from me. Dominic nods in agreement every now and again, as if he’s completely understood whatever I’m trying to say. He slides one hand between us and cups my pussy, the palm of his hand pushing against my clit as he circles one finger at my opening.

I wish he would move faster. I’m right on the cusp of another earth-shattering orgasm, and if he just gave me a little bit more, I’d get there. When I see the small smirk on his handsome face, I know he’s doing it deliberately. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll get you there.”

“Dominic,” I whine, feeling like a spoiled brat not getting her way, and ready to throw a temper tantrum. The man has basically been edging me for weeks. Months, even. For him to hold out now is cruel.

“I want you to come when I’m buried inside you,” he whispers. “I want to feel every tremor flutter against my cock so you suck the cum right out of me.”

“Please, yes, hurry,” I moan. I need that. I need him, and I’ve never needed another person like I need him right now. I’m slightly scared, but also exhilarated at how my life has evolved since meeting Dominic.

“Eyes open, Katharine,” he commands. I didn’t realize I’d closed mine, and when I open them, he grabs my chin to hold me in place. “You don’t come until I say so. Do you understand? That orgasm is mine, and I’ll give it to you when I’m ready.”

“But I’m right there. I don’t know if I can stop it,” I cry, my body shaking with adrenaline and desire.

Dominic cocks his head to the side, studying me. I whimper as I try desperately to stave off the threatening orgasm. “Dominic, please!”

He swipes my clit once, and I explode. Black spots dot my vision as I shake through my orgasm, pleasure coursing through my veins. I vaguely feel him pulsing beneath me, but know he hasn’t come.

“Feel better?” he whispers as my head drops to his shoulder, and I nod against him. I’m covered with a sheen of sweat, and my energy has been completely depleted, but I’ve never felt better.

“Your turn?” I mumble, and he chuckles.

“My turn.” Dominic grabs my hair, winding it around his fist. “I can’t wait to fuck you from behind, holding your hair just like this. You’ll be at my mercy, raggio di sole.”

“Yes, please,” I giggle, a little bit of my energy returning.

Dominic smiles at me. “Another time. I’ve got something different in mind for tonight. Stand up, baby.”

Confused, I carefully extricate myself from his embrace, almost falling as I stand on quivering legs. Dominic stands, his hands coming to rest on my hips, squeezing tightly, and I have a vision of him leaving fingerprints on my skin that I’ll be able to look at for days. I frown when he turns me halfway around so I’m facing the wall, but realize immediately why.

The large mirror over the dresser is the perfect height to watch ourselves, and I shiver with anticipation. Dominic sits and guides me back down into his lap, not entering me just yet, but his intense gaze locks with mine in the mirror. “I want to watch you take me, Katharine. Witness how you stretch around me, sucking me deeper and deeper into your soul. Then I want to ruin you by fucking you so hard you won’t ever want to leave me, because you’ll know what only I can provide. Another time I’ll make love to you, but right now? I need it hard, and I think you do too.”

“Fuck, yes,” I whimper. Holy hell. I might come again if he keeps talking like that, without him touching me at all.

“Put your knees on each side of me,” Dominic commands. I carefully move my knees so I’m hovering backwards over his lap. “Look at me in the mirror.”

When my eyes meet his, he uses one hand to hold my hip, while the other positions his cock at my entrance. When I attempted to slide down his length, he stops me.

“Dominic,” I whine.

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