Page 193 of Deceitful Vows

Pleasure charges through me as I rest my back on the mirror, needing its coolness to calm the fire raging low in my stomach. I’m burning up everywhere, seconds from a third torrent of ecstasy washing over me.

As he plays at the wetness slicking from my pussy to my ass, Andrik locks his eyes with mine. “Do you have any idea how many times I imagined doing precisely this over the past month?” He rolls my clit with his thumb, stealing any chance of a reply. “I imagined it every day, multiple times a day.” He presses down hard on my clit, magnetizing my thoughts so well that I don’t give his next sentence any real thought. “They convinced me you were my blood, yet I still masturbated about how good you taste everysingleday.”

I shift my hips upward, mashing my pussy with his face as waves of pleasure cascade around me. I’m mindless with need, spiraling and spasming through the jolts rocketing across my core.

I come again and again until a handful of the tremors shifts to twinges of worry.

Andrik is looming over me, wide-eyed and sweaty. I don’t know where his trousers went. He lost them somewhere between driving me to the brink of climax over and over again to guiding the head of his fat cock between the folds of my pussy.

As he searches my face for any signs of discomfort, he slowly notches inside me.

“Christ.” His cock flexes, and I almost come again. “How did I ever get so lucky? My cock is being gripped by the tightest and tastiest cunt I’ve ever had the pleasure to know.”

He sinks in until the wetness coating his chin slicks the hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. Then, like a light bulb switching on, a desire to claim me as I’ve never been claimed crosses his face.

After freeing his cock from his strangling grip, he thrusts fully inside me with one ardent pump. Tingles spasm low in my womb when the head of his girthy cock rams into my uterus. It is painful, as anticipated, but also euphoric. I’ve never been taken so deeply or roughly.

When I moan through the sensation of being so full, Andrik drags his cock out to the tip before he rams back in.

I grunt, loving how unhinged he is. I feel dirty and wicked, but isn’t that how sex is meant to make you feel? It isn’t purely for conception. Pleasure is very much a part of it.

As is the sensation of being craved.

With every rock of Andrik’s hips, he bottoms out against my uterus and produces frantic grunts from my lips. I love how hard he is taking me, how deep, though not as much as what he says while driving me to the brink.

“He made out your condition was worse than it was. That there was no possibility of you conceiving naturally so you’d never be placed on their list.” His hooded watch is a mix between jealous and relieved. It announces who he is speaking about without his name needing to leave his lips. “Then he removed your donation from the database and had them stored in case you ever wanted to use them in the future.” He fucks me harder. Faster. He reminds me who owns every tremor wracking through my body by commanding every inch of it. “And I almost killed him for it.”

His laugh belongs to a madman, and I can’t get enough of it.

He said “almost.”

That means Dr. Hemway is still alive.

The amount of constraint that would have taken a man as possessive as him is mesmerizing. It doubles the size of the goose bumps breaking across my skin and augments the wave low in my stomach.

“Fuck, Andrik,” I moan as arousal ripples through me.

Tears spring into my eyes, and not because of how deep he takes me. It is the sentiment in the air and how he peers down at me as I come undone in his arms.

It is the affection he portrays. The love.

It is how he will always place me first even when I wish he wouldn’t.

I dig the heels of my feet into Andrik’s ass as a climax bursts through me. My cries of orgasm echo around the bathroom, doubling the speed of his pumps. As I shatter like glass, he continues thrusting into me.

His pace increases with every long plunge until the adoration I’m hitting him with becomes too much for him to bear.

He balances his forehead on mine, aligns our eyes, then sinks in low before giving in to the waves of ecstasy barreling into him.

“Fuck,” he shouts as he fights the urge to still his hips.

He continues rocking, pumping, stealing the last of the air in my lungs. He fucks me wildly and recklessly until stars blister for the second time and I’m on the verge of an orgasmic coma.

“Fuck,?????.”With sweaty hands, he cups my flushed cheeks and raises my head before pressing his lips to mine. “I knew from the moment I saw you that you were going to ruin me.” He drags his nose down the side of my cheek, stopping my heart. “Yet I still signed up for it like a schmuck with half a cock.”

As his fingertips tickle the backs of my ears, he breathes life back into my body with a heart-stuttering kiss. He licks at my lips and nibbles on my jaw as I fight not to surrender to the madness so soon again after only recently being freed from it.

Regretfully, I am as stubborn as a mule.

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