Page 39 of Corrupt Vows

Fretful tears slip down my temples. He releases my throat and thigh and brackets my head with his enormous hands.

“You’re mine,” he says before leaning down and brushing his lips over mine.

His slow, reverent kiss morphs my tears to ones of wonder. He cherishes me with his teeth and tongue. I don’t know when the transition begins, but my hands stop pushing at his chest and start unfastening his clothes.

He has too many buttons. When I finally slip his tie out of his collar and unbutton enough to touch bare flesh, urgent need pulses between my legs.

He growls, stands, and yanks his shirt open. Buttons ping to the floor. With a sexy shrug, he removes his coat and shirt before whipping his undershirt off over his head.

Hunger gnaws at me as I study his broad shoulders, muscular chest, and six-pack abs.

I reach for his belt, but he pushes my hands away.

“Don’t touch me, little girl, or you’ll get more than you’re ready for. I’m so fucking hard right now.”

He lifts me off the bed and settles me with my feet dangling toward the floor. I gasp as he parts my thighs and drops to his knees.

“What are you doing?” I hiss as he wedges his shoulders between my legs.

His grey eyes shine with wicked desire as he stares into my soul.

“Returning the favor.”

He flips my skirt up and groans against my inner thigh. Embarrassment streaks through me. No one, not even my gynecologist, has had their face so close to my sex.

“God, your pussy is so pretty. So plump and wet. So needy.” He leans closer, licks my folds, and hums. “So tasty.”

I fist the sheets and try to scoot away, but he hooks his hands over my hips and teases my bikini line with his fingers as he holds me right where he wants me.

“How many?”

My brain short-circuits as his breath ghosts over my pussy. I shake my head.

“How many orgasms before you beg me to fill this little pussy with my big cock?”

I tilt my hips and twist my fingers in the sheets. He chuckles and nips my thigh.

“Only one way to find out, and I’m going to enjoy every lick.”

I nearly jackknife off the bed as he seals his mouth over my pussy. He teases and flicks. Nips and sucks. Curls and laps.

I shatter.

He retreats to my inner thighs, peppering my flesh with little nips until the worst of my orgasm fades. I clamp my legs over his ears when he dives back in like a starving man at a feast.

It’s too much.

He doesn’t stop.

I grab his head.

He hums against my pussy.

A second orgasm barrels through me without warning.

He doesn’t slow. I struggle to breathe as he pushes my clit hood out of the way with one hand and slips two fingers into me with the other. His tongue circles my vulnerable clit.

“Nico, no, stop, I—”

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