Page 22 of Deceitful Vows

“Because you know as well as I do that no woman couldevercompete with you.”

Hetsksme again. Its rumble rolls through my throbbing clit when my desire to ease the ache between my legs sees me minimizing my thigh gap.

After pulling them back to his desired width, he says, “I worked for that scent, so I deserve to cherish it.”

His eye contact is too intimate when he watches me over the heavy rise and fall of my chest as he drags his nose down the seam of my panties.

It doubles the slickness between my legs in an instant and has me on the verge of begging.

I won’t, though.

If I talk, I’ll moan, and that will only be seen as a victory to a man as dominant as Andrik.

After hooking his index finger into the lacy hem of my panties, he slowly peels it away from my weeping sex. “Is that where you went wrong,??????Did they leave you unsatisfied because you were too afraid to tell them what you wanted?” His eyes are back on me, hooded and heavy. “What you craved.” He doesn’t wait for me to answer. “You don’t need to be afraid. I have no trouble following directions.”

His smirk—kill me now.

It has me so horny that I can’t think of a single thing that doesn’t include his mouth on my pussy in some way.

“When it comes to sex. I wouldn’t test my patience outside that realm, though.”

He bends his head low, bringing his mouth closer to my pussy. As you can imagine, that halts any anger I’m experiencing for being underhandedly threatened again.

I shouldn’t be doing this. I should have stopped it the instant he slid his hand under my skirt, but the need is too perverse. Too dangerous.

Living without sex is a tormented existence no woman should be forced to endure, and although Andrik gives off the vibe of a man who chews through women as often as he makes money, this battle is bigger than any I’ve experienced.

I’ll never win.

I also want him—everywhere.

There’s no denying that when I jerk up my hips, mashing my panties-covered pussy with his mouth. I’m brimming with so much sexual energy I almost freefall into ecstasy from his nose ramming into my aching clit, so you can picture how hard it is for me to hold back when he goes to town on my pussy.

He sucks on my clit, scrapes it with his teeth, and then plunges his tongue deep inside me.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Andrik demands when my body goes so pliable under his touch that my head thrusts back.

The hungry, desperate look in his eyes when our gazes collide is almost my undoing. Sexual energy charges through me, leaving goose bumps in its wake. I shudder from its intensity and then gasp when the briefest brush of his hand along my thigh doubles my efforts to keep a rational head.

“Oh, my sweet?????.Those men were fools.”

One hand shoots to his hair while the other turns white from my grip on the armchair’s rolled wooden arm when he slides his thumb through the mess his tongue made. He wets it with my arousal before he uses it to toy my clit into a hardened bud.

“You smell so fucking delicious.Tasteso fucking delicious. They were just too selfish to ever discover that, weren’t they?”

I don’t get in a single headshake before he backhands my clit, sending my mind as spiraling into the abyss as my lie. I’ve had men go down on me before. It was more of a lick-and-spit routine to make me wet enough for penetration. It was never about my pleasure.

I doubt it was even for theirs.

“Foolish, insolent men who won’t be missed when I wipe their existence from society.”

As quickly as a bid for clemency forms for men I’m unsure deserve his leniency, it disappears. Arrogant Jerks seems to have been my flavor of the month when I dated, but that isn’t the cause of my backflip. It is the way Andrik buries his head back between my legs before he tugs me off the seat until the only thing keeping me suspended is his face.

As I balance on his face like a cowgirl riding a mechanical bull, he eats me with a skill set I’ve never experienced. He drags his tongue the entire length of my pussy before he circles it around my clit and uses it as a guide to suck the nervy bud into his mouth.

I lose my battle when his teeth prove pain can have a place beside pleasure.

As my body convulses through its first non-solo expedition in over two years, I come with a breathy moan. The crest of pleasure tumbling through my womb is long and stimulating. It revitalizes a part of me I tried to tuck away over a decade ago and has me vying to never let her slip away again.

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