Page 48 of Solemn Vow

“Shhh.” A cool dollop of lubricant drops onto the skin between my cheeks. He swipes it over my ass, then again slides three fingers past my muscle. The new sensation makes me clench.

“Easy, Marlena, you can do this.” More lubricant, more thrusts of his fingers, ramping up my arousal.

The bottle of lubricant is dropped to the mattress, and he pushes the head of his cock against my ass again.

“Viktor, slow. Please. Slow,” I breathe, getting ready to bear the pain, but he gives me no quarter. In one thrust, his head is past my muscle.

I cry out.

He’s so much bigger than his fingers.

“It’s too much! Viktor!” I squeeze my hands into the pillow.

He pushes forward again another inch.

I scramble forward, trying to crawl away from the pain, but he has his hands on my hips in an instant, holding me in place.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He smacks my tender ass for good measure and laughs when I try to glare at him over my shoulder.

“It hurts,” I complain.

“And you love it when it does.” He winks before sliding a hand beneath me and finding my clit. “See, soaked just like I love.” He thrusts forward again, moving even further into me. The pain isn’t so much now, not when he’s touching me like this at the same time.

“That’s my good girl. Take every inch of my cock.” Another thrust, harder this time and he’s fully embedded. His balls slap against my pussy, and I cry out, but this time from the pleasure his fingers, his cock, his soul is giving me.

“Don’t move,” I beg him as my body finally starts to accept the intrusion of his thick, long cock.

“What would be the fun in that?” He slowly drags his cock back until he’s almost gone from me before plowing forward in one hard thrust.

I scream, the pain intense, but so is the pleasure as he does it again. His experienced fingers never leave my clit.

I try to wiggle away enough to relieve some of the pressure.

“Fuck!” He fists my hair again. This time he pulls me back toward him until my back arches, and I’m almost staring up at the ceiling.

“Oh, oh, ah!” He’s going further, harder, and I can’t keep up with the sensations.

His fingers move faster, with more force.

My stomach rolls into a tight knot.

I can barely catch my breath.

“Viktor! I can’t, oh fuck.” I grab hold of his forearm and push back at him, matching his thrusts as he fucks my ass harder and faster.

“Good girl.” He leans forward enough to bite my shoulder.

The new sting of pain is enough to send me flying over the cliff. My orgasm rips through me. Every nerve dances, shooting electricity throughout my body. Wave after wave hits and ebbs and hits again.

I’m screaming his name over and over again. It’s too much but not enough and I don’t want it to end.

“Ah, my good girl,” he urges me on as his fingers slow over my clit. “Such a good girl.” He kisses my shoulder then with his hand still in my hair, he pushes me back to the mattress until I’m on all fours before him.

I lean into the pillow, catching my breath, barely realizing his hands are gripping my waist.

He’s not finished with me yet.

This isn’t my body anymore; it belongs to him.

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