Page 122 of Oathbreaker

“Is it good, Sunbeam?” My voice is a rasp, my lust and desire for this woman unmatched by any experience I’ve had with any other woman.

It’s only like this because it’s Winter.

Only Winter.

“It’s so good, H,” she cries out. Tears track down her temples and into her hair.

I rub my thumb over one of them, bringing the salty drop to my tongue.

“Will you let me in your ass, Winter?” I whisper to her, adding more oil to my fingers and drenching her rosebud.

“Uunf,” she says, nodding.

“When I say to, rub your clit,” I say in a voice as hard as my cock.

She nods again frantically.

With even more lube on my dick, I remove my fingers and slowly, torturously press into her. And fuck, if it isn’t the tightest, hottest clamp around the head of my dick.

I tilt my head back. I feel dizzy. I feel lost and found at the same damn time.

“Oh, holy fuck,” she mutters incoherently.

“Stop or go, baby?” I pause, only an inch or so inside her ass.

“Go! Go, go, go, please, oh, my god,” she moans. Her fingers flex, and I know she wants to rub herself to get off.

I push into her more, testing sliding back out. I add more lube where we’re joined, and soon, I’m rocking all the way in and out of her.

“This is—fuck!” she says, putting her hands to her eyes. Her tits bounce in the camisole, and I rip it, pulling her breasts free from their restriction.

She yelps, palming her breasts, and she nearly screams when she squeezes her nipples.

I’m not going to last much longer. Using my other lubricated hand, I push two fingers into her pussy, then another. When she flutters around me and screams my name, I yell, “Rub your clit now—hard, fast.”

Her hand flies to the top of her mound, and she rubs at it frantically, her voice one long, raspy scream.

“Come, baby,” I demand, and she does. Her upper body bends off the sofa, her eyes crossed.

Everything, her pussy, her ass, contracts as her orgasm slams into her. I hold her wrist when she tries to stop, slapping the tiny vibrating toy into her hand.

“Keep rubbing your fucking clit, Winter,” I growl, pounding into her and pressing up against her g-spot with my fingers. She does what I command. When I feel her draw tight again, getting closer, I yell out, “Baby, I love you.” It’s a shout; it’s a forceful declaration.

“H!” she screams with just as much energy, and then she comes again, her cum soaking both of us and the fabric of the couch. She’s crying with the intensity of her orgasm. I come deep inside her ass, blowing the hardest I might ever have in my life.

She keeps massaging her clit with my hand clamped around her wrist, the toy still buzzing against her. When I let it go, replacing her hand with my own, I gentle my movements. She jerks with each pass, and her whole body seems over-sensitized.

I take my time pulling out of her, and she whimpers a little bit when I’m completely removed. I kiss her stomach again, resting my head on her softness. She puts one hand in my hair, running her fingers through it for three passes before her hand falls to her side.

I look up, and she’s completely asleep. Passed out.

With one more kiss to her stomach, I move her body to rest fully on the couch, and I grab the clean blanket from the linen closet across the room.

After draping it over her and stepping inside the house to use the half-bath near the solarium, I return to Winter.

I look at her as she sleeps, taking in her features. She’s peaceful here, her body relaxed and trusting that she’s safe.

This deal with Misha is lopsided, and I’m annoyed that I have to be away from her. But at least I have something to look forward to when I do come home.

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