Page 41 of Deceitful Vows

My knees almost buckle when he replaces the pad of his thumb with his tongue. He swipes it across my clit, triggering a throaty moan, before he gently sucks it into his mouth.

Everything tightens as my objections float away.

I couldn’t stop this even if I wanted to, so I may as well enjoy it.

I know. That’s a pathetic excuse. But can you judge me until you’ve endured the same? A sex god is on his knees, eager to please me. He exudes masculinity and intrigue and has so much confidence that in this very moment, he owns me.

The knowledge should clam me up, but it does the opposite.

I come with a hoarse cry, my limbs shaking as Andrik’s name rips from my throat.

“Yes,” he growls against my shuddering clit.

He guides me through the hysteria engulfing me with needy licks, sucks, and scrapes of his teeth before he rebuilds the wave that only recently crashed by standing to his feet and freeing his fat cock from his pants. It’s beaded with pre-cum and throbbing with want.

“She willneverhave this. I promise you that.”

A surge passes between us, its current so electrifying that I believe every word he speaks.

We lunge for each other at the same time. Our teeth collide as violently as the crest of his cock breaches the opening of my vagina a mere second after he curls my legs around his waist. He’s so impatient he knifes his hips upward without warning, impaling me with one urgent thrust.

Pain blisters through my veins. It only lasts as long as it takes for Andrik to remember one of the drawings in the brochure in Dr. Hemway’s office. He adjusts my position in an instant. My back braces against the wall, and my hips tilt before he fists the base of his cock with his free hand.

His fist represents the cock pillow the male cartoon character wore, meaning I now only have to acclimate to his girth and not the entirety of his lengthy cock.

The change-up doesn’t dampen a single spark firing between us. They launch through the air as regularly as the sweaty claps of our bodies colliding while we fuck like we have no control over anything.

He pounds into me, his hips churning with every thrust to ensure the crest of his cock hits the sweet spot inside me.

“Yes,” I moan before encouraging him to go harder. To take me faster. “Fuck me, Andrik. Make me yours.”

He pulls me away from the handrail before bouncing me up and down his rigidly thick cock.

I scream as he powers into me. His balls slap my ass as he fucks me with everything he has, making me feel invisible.

I have no shame. No guilt. I’ve completely forgotten how we got here and the angst that began our exchange. Nothing but my next climax is on my mind.

“Yes,” Andrik grunts as the waves crash to shore.

My vision blurs as tingles race over my skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. I tremble through a climax so strong the frantic sucks of my pussy as pleasure convulses through it bring Andrik to release.

Blood roars through my ears when he shifts his hips upward before he stills and jerks.

His cum spurting hotly inside me is the first reminder we didn’t use protection.

The sheer ownership on Andrik’s face is the second.

15

ANDRIK

It took me offering a majority share to Brody’s, the bar inside the Broadbent Hotel, and a no-touch promise for Mikhail to agree to deliver Zoya to a location that would offer discretion so I could discuss my dilemma with her like the astute businessman I’m meant to be.

In under ten seconds, I blew my pledge to keep my hands to myself.

Her smell.

Her lusty eyes.

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