Page 19 of Risky Vows

A sexy growl cuts the air as he thrusts three fingers inside me. It’s like I'm made of glass, and a giant ball has wrecked me. Every piece of me shatters, sharp fragments flying everywhere.

The orgasm is glorious, each part of me fully attuned to him, to his touch. I shake, sweat, throb. But I don't stop licking him for a second. I want him to experience the same thing with me. Itouch his smooth balls, rolling them between my fingers, playing with them, testing their weight.

I'm still reeling, my ears buzzing, my heart lodged in my throat as he disengages his fingers from my pussy. He focuses on my clit, rolling his tongue over it, then grazing it with his teeth.

I quiver, contracting my inner walls, unsure if I'm ready or can survive more. Snaking his hand around my thigh, he places his index finger, coated with my cream, close to my ass.

I decide to explore his balls, so I lick them, tentatively at first. He shudders, and his thighs tense, letting me know he liked it. Encouraged, I suck his balls, savoring his skin, the smell of musk and fresh soap.

He runs his finger along my ass and slips it in the crack—is he going to do it? I clench my cheeks, surprised. Without a word, he kneads my ass with his other hand, and if his touch is supposed to relax me, it has the opposite effect.

Fire travels through my veins, my entire body on full alert. I want more of him in every capacity. He teases my clit with his mouth, distracting me as my vision blurs with unwavering lust, and eases his finger into my asshole.

An ache of discomfort claims my bottom for a moment. I'm not used to the sensation, but it's not entirely unpleasant. It's… different. Hmmm.

I shift my attention back to his cock, seeing the beads of precum on the head. He's close, too. With that in mind, I take him into my mouth again, tasting, swallowing the sample of what's to come.

His finger is now moving in and out of my ass… and the deeper I slide him down my throat, the faster he fucks my hole.

We're teasing each other relentlessly in a silent competition to see who will come quicker. Sadly, it'll be me.

His thrusting fingers are doing things I didn't think were possible. The friction teases all my nerve endings. His head isstill buried in my pussy, licking, sucking, and it’s too much. Too much.

My body contracts. My heart skips momentarily. And the world stops. In a flash, it returns, my heart pounding against my ribcage, my vision dotted, fireworks launching in my body.

I let this incredible sensation ride me, and when I'm half-human again, I resume sucking him. I want to make him experience the same as me, even though that's probably impossible. But the idea fuels me, and I take him deep in my throat, working my muscles as my mouth has never felt this full before.

He thrusts his hips, which deepens the contact. Soon, he’s fucking my mouth, dictating the rhythm. I anchor my palms on his smooth ass cheeks and keep up with his aggressive pace. That's what he needs—and I want him to have it.

His thighs tense, his cock jerks in my mouth, and with it comes his full hot load. I've never done this before, but now the idea of swallowing every drop is as natural as breathing. I can't even explain it. It's like I want every bit of him inside me, even though I shouldn't have it.

Even though it's wrong.

Even though this temporary truce will end the minute he finds out about my brother.

12

Massimo

I splashcold water on my face. We fucked several minutes ago, and I came to the bathroom. I slowly touch the fluffy hand towel and dry my hands. My body is still rattled, even though I just came hard. A post-sex awareness lingers.

Naming what's going on is weird.

I'm not good with that kind of stuff. I thought I was. With Daphne and my other lovers, we small-talked before or after sex with ease. The rules were clear, and no silly attachments would come.

Having sex with my wife feels different.

There's something about her I can't quite understand.

When I rejoin her in the bedroom, she's on the bed, facing the ceiling. The sheet hangs around her shoulders, and her arms are folded behind her head. The bedside lamp I turned on after sex is still on, to my surprise.

"You okay?" I ask casually.

She spares me a sideway glance. "Yes. Just running a to-do list in my head. You?"

"What's on your to-do list?" I slide back into bed.

She shrugs. "Oh, lots of small things that aren't even worth mentioning. Either way, I'm sure Anthony will give you the full daily report."

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