Page 56 of Misguided Vows

He lifts a hand to my tit, cupping and twisting it through the light feeling fabric of my dress. I arch into him, in utter bliss, as he continues pumping his fingers into me. It’s great, but I want more. I wanthim.

I open my eyes and adjust myself slightly. “I want you inside of me.”

He pulls away with an arrogant smile. “If we’re making requests, I want my cock in your mouth.”

I bite my bottom lip and come to a sitting position. I edge the tip of my nail under his chin. “That’s a special service.”

“I think I’m a special kind of guy.” He stands from his knees to his full height, towering over me, and I can’t help but stare at him. This man is infuriatingly sexy.

“Take your dress off,” he orders as he begins to undo his shirt. My gaze dips to the bulge pressing against the fly of his pants, and I swallow hard. Expectantly. I get onto my knees and then slip off the bed. We stand, staring at each other from across the bed.

I watch as his hands trail down his buttons, my pussy still pounding from being denied an orgasm. But I want it when he’s inside of me instead of his tongue. I unzip the back of my dress slowly, knowing it’s torture for him.

The dress falls to the floor just as his shirt does.

“The bra and panties,” he orders.

I arch an eyebrow. “How about you remove the pants first?”

He flashes an arrogant smile and takes off his pants. I admire the view, the bold muscles flexing as his suit trousers hit the floor. His eyebrow raises in challenge as I take an appreciative glance at the hard, veiny cock pointing in my direction. Fuck, I’m hungry for him.

I unclip the back of my bra and then easily slip the G-string to the floor. I go to step out of my heels, but my ankle gives out, and I bump into the desk with all the monitors.

He’s across the room within seconds, catching me so I don’t hurt myself. I internally laugh at myself. That is until I hear a woman moaning. I freeze as I look over my shoulder.

Was he watching porn before he left? When I see what’s on the monitor though, I’m shocked to realize it’s not just anyone.It’s me.

In this very room. I spin on Will in shock as I realize he filmed us when we had sex here last time.

“What is this?” I demand. I’m in disbelief as I watch us entangled within one another. I moan on the screen again, andI’m both mortified and mesmerized as I watch him eat me out as he strokes himself.

I turn back to Will, who casually shrugs. “You did tell me to go home, play my games, and play with myself. So I did.”

My eyebrows furrow. I should hate this. Be shocked. But the pounding in my pussy hasn’t stopped. “Do you record all the women you bring back here?”

His naked body presses in behind me, and I can feel his cock push against my inner thigh.

“I don’t bring anyone else here, Alina,” he says as he kisses my shoulder, spreading a fire down my arm.

I should hate this, shouldn’t I? But I can’t look away.

“This is illegal, you know?” I say breathlessly, but I can’t look away. And I’m once again conscious of every part of me he touches.

“Yet you can’t look away,” he claims as he kisses down my neck and his cock presses firmer against my thigh. “You’re a fucking goddess, Alina. Look at yourself.” I can’t help but do as he says, watching and hearing us fuck. I keep watching as he lines his cock up against my entrance.

I shouldn’t be into this. But I am.

“Do you always record your sexual encounters?”

“With you, yes,” he breathes as he points to a camera on his third monitor. His hand curls around my front and begins to circle my clit, and I’m hit with a new wave of pleasure.

“Is it recording us now?” I pant. This is dangerous. What will he do with it? What if someone else sees it?

“Yes. And you like it.”

I want to disagree with him, but I can’t. My body melts against him.Fuck.

His foot kicks one of my legs out and then the other. “Do you want this cock, sweetheart? Do you want to watch us while we fuck? Get off on your own moans and screams as I fill your pussywith my cum?” he asks as he glides the tip of his cock against my folds.

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