Page 76 of Solemn Vow

“You’re perfect, Marlena. So perfect.” I kiss her again. She cups my cheeks while kissing me back. I slam into her body again and again, until we are both out of breath and out of control.

I pull her with me as I roll to my back, seating her on top of me. Her fingernails dig into my chest as she begins to ride me. She holds nothing back as she goes up and down on my cock. My fingers dig into her hips.

“Fuck. Fuck!” I slap her ass and she moans. I slap her again and she grinds into me. I slide my hand between our bodies, flicking her clit every time her body crashes down on mine.

She screams my name as I feel her body tense. Her pussy contracts around my cock, and she rides faster, slamming down on me as she nears her orgasm.

“Come for me, Marlena! Come!” I slap her ass hard. Her eyes roll back, and she sits up further.

“Oh, god!” she yells out and slams down hard, grinding into my fingers. I rub her clit in circles until her chest heaves and finally her release crashes over her.

She sucks in air between bouts of yelling my name. She is magnificent. Nothing is more beautiful than this moment when she lets her control slip, and I see the raw beauty that is my Marlena.

Not finished with her just yet, I grab hold of her hips firmly and buck up, fucking her hard from beneath. She falls forwardenough to hold herself steady with her hands on my chest as I continue to raise my hips from the bed to plow up into her pussy.

So wet.

So hot.

So fucking mine!

My own control leaves me, and I bellow as my orgasm rips through me. Electricity zips down my spine. My balls pull tight just before they empty into her.

Moments pass where only our breathing is heard.

I ease her off of me and cradle her in my arms as she rests her head on my chest.

“If I’d known compromising would make you so obedient, I would have started with it from the very beginning,” I say.

She shifts, looks up at me with a grin. “Don’t get too comfortable, Viktor. I won’t always be so sweet.”

I squeeze her. “I wouldn’t dare to think so.” Besides, how boring would it get if she were never to fight me again. I love her flame. It’s what heats my cold heart.

“You didn’t answer me about the coffee,” I say once we’re both beneath the covers and she’s set her alarm for the morning.

She snuggles up into me. “I’ll get a cup on the way.”

I wrap my arm around her waist, anchoring her to me. “I will pick you up from your job tomorrow.”

She yawns. “All right.”

“No sneaking onto a bus?”

“No, Viktor. I’ll wait for you to come get me. Promise.” She pats my arm.

“I’ve worn you out. Sleep,” I order.

She laughs but does as I tell her.

“The photographer isready for the girls.” Monica, the mother of the bride, glides into the bridal suite where I’ve been working on the last bridesmaid’s very complicated French twist for the last half hour.

“Last pin,” I announce my victory over the thickest hair I’ve ever worked with as I press the pearl-beaded pin into the bottom of the twist. After a silent prayer to whichever god looks over updos, I grab the can of hairspray and take aim.

Monica ushers the other bridesmaids out of the suite to meet with Victoria, the bride, who’s already been having her own photoshoot downstairs in the event area.

“Thanks so much.” My last bridesmaid turns her head each way as she looks in the mirror. “No one’s ever been able to get it up so tight before. I think it might actually hold.” She grins at me.

“I did my best.” I wave the near empty can of spray. “This stuff’s as close to superglue as you can get.”

---