Page 78 of Ruined in Vows

My eyes widen in shock. Is he really giving me what I asked for? I swallow. We might not be having full penetrative sex, but he is still going to enter me and from the size of him, I know it is going to hurt.

“Scared, angel?” his brow raises in question.

Shaking my head, I whisper, “No. I trust you.”

Leaning down, he licks a trail up my neck, his hot breath hitting my ear when he speaks. “You shouldn’t. I want nothing more than to stuff you full of my cock and make you bleed for me.”

“Do it then.” My voice trembles in anticipation of him doing just that.

I feel rather than see his smile.

“You’re killing me,principessa,” he groans.

Wiggling my hips, I try to get him exactly where I need him. Dante laughs, pulling back. With one hand on my stomach, he pins me down.

“Stay still. I might only be giving you the tip, but it’s still going to hurt.” He glances down at the space between my legs. “Your little pussy is going to have to stretch, just to take even an inch of me.”

“Make it hurt,” I gasp without thinking.

Dante’s jaw tics. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

My eyes roll in exasperation. “Just do it already.”

He chuckles, shaking his head, and my chest warms at how carefree he looks after all that has happened today.

Reaching down, he fists his cock, once again sliding it up and down my slit. When he stops at my entrance, I tense.

Dante glances up at me, and I see it is taking every bit of self-control he possesses to be gentle. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I breathe honestly.

He nods, looking away from me and to where he holds his dick. Taking his hand from my stomach, he brings it to hismouth, spitting on his fingers before lowering it to my sex and rubbing the fluid into my entrance. The gross act shouldn’t tighten my stomach or have my pussy leaking with arousal, but it does. When Dante’s lips tilt up on one side, it’s obvious he knows exactly what he is doing to me. Entranced, I watch as he torturously plays with me like I am his most favorite toy in the world.

Circling my hole with his thick, veiny length, I wait with bated breath for him to finally enter me. He doesn’t disappoint. Slowly, he pushes the tip of his cock into me. I gasp at the feeling of him pushing inside of me, at the twinge of pain as he stretches me to accommodate him.

“Dante,” I whimper, and his eyes snap to mine.

“I know, angel. Fuck you feel so good with your cunt stretched out around me,” he groans.

“I want more.” My words are a plea.

Dante shakes his head. “I can’t,principessa. Not until you have my ring on your finger and the whole world knows you are bound to me.” He glances at where we are joined. “But Jesus Christ, it is taking all my self-restraint not to thrust into you, break through your innocence and make you fully mine.”

He pumps into me, never going more than an inch. Despite wanting all of him inside me, the inch I do have feels so good. Reaching down, he circles my clit with his thumb. My back arches, pleasure consuming my body. I am so caught up in my desire, I don’t realize I have pulled his cock deeper into my pussy, until Dante freezes.

My eyes snap open, lips parting on a silent moan.

Dante’s jaw is clenched, his neck muscles straining with his control. “Don’t move. My cock is brushing up against your innocence right now. With one snap of my hips it will be gone and your blood will be coating my dick.”

“Take it. It’s yours,” I beg.

“No,” he shakes his head. “Not like this.” he pulls out of me, only resting the head of his dick in my entrance. “Now be the good girl, I know you can be and let me make you come.” With shallow thrusts, he breaches my hole once again, never pushing any further. “You’re so fucking wet, you are leaking all down my cock and balls,” he growls, scooping up some of my arousal and using it to press down on my clit. “I could come, just like this angel.”

“Come,” I moan, the pleasure of what he is doing to me threatening to boil over.

“You want my cum in your cunt,principessa? Covering your tight little hole with my seed.” He pumps his hips back and forth, mindful of never pushing too deep. Despite wanting more of him, his ministrations are enough to build my orgasm and send me over the edge. “Yeah, you want that, baby. I know you do.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” My head thrashes from side to side, heat surging in my veins from my impending climax.

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