Page 130 of The Oath We Give

Without missing a beat, she bats her eyelashes at me and says, “Please, will you fuck your wife, Silas?”

And she drops her jaw, sticking her pink tongue out for me to spit on. Which is exactly what I do before pressing my mouth to hers, forcing my tongue between her lips, tasting and devouring every drop of her.

“Be a good slut for your husband and get on your hands and knees.” My hand swats her ass, making her jump. “Face down, ass up, pretty thing.”

I peck her lips before letting her step out of my hold, smirking as she wobbles from the platform, already weak at the knees. I palm my cock through my slacks, rubbing from root to tip, trying to tamp down the heat searing through me. But with no luck.

I’m incapable of being slow. Of being sweet and taking my time.

I want inside her. I want my cum leaking out of her so that I can push it back inside with my tongue.

With one hand, I remove my belt, keeping the leather in my palm before undoing my slacks and stepping down from the platform, following her as she crawls toward the mirror.

When she’s comfortable, she stops looking at me through the reflection. Slowly, I drop to my knees behind her, flipping what little fabric remains above her waist. My hand grabs fistfuls of her bare ass, smacking it a little harder this time.

“Silas!” she whines, recoiling away from me.

I shake my head, clicking my tongue, then loop my belt around her delicate throat and through the buckle before pulling it taut. A wave of satisfaction rushes through me, making my cock twitch as she gasps for air.

“You don’t get to run today, Hex.” My fists wind around the leather, using it as a leash to keep her still. “You’re gonna lay right here and take every fucking inch of me into your cunt.”

Coraline whimpers, biting on her bottom lip with her head tilted toward the ceiling, nodding eagerly. I smirk, using my free hand to shove my slacks down, exposing my cock to the chilly air, making me hiss through my teeth.

I drag my fingers between her thighs, feeling her wetness soak my hand. A groan tickles my throat as I circle her clit, feeling her thighs spread wider to give me more access to her body.

“I love that you’re already dripping for my cock.” I press my hips against her ass, rubbing my shaft along her hot skin. “Love how needy this pretty pussy is for me.”

Using her juices, I lube my shaft, pumping myself a few times before guiding the tip to her entrance. Coraline moans, wiggling her ass at me as I sink the tip into her sweltering heat.

I watch her vise of a pussy suck me inside of her, every inch of my hard length spearing through her warm, pink flesh until I shove myself the rest of the way in until there’s no air left between us.

I’m buried deep within her.

Relieved, content,home.

The force of my thrust makes her place a palm on the mirror, trying to keep herself upright as I lodge myself into her tight walls. It’s so warm, hot, so fucking wet I can’t help but tilt my head toward the ceiling, letting a loud groan rattle my chest.

Fuck, nothing has ever felt this good. Nothing will ever feel this good ever again. The way her cunt stretches itself for me, making room, wanting all of me.

“This sweet pussy was made for me, baby,” I grunt, reluctantly withdrawing before giving another hungry thrust. “Fucking perfect for me.”

“So full. So much.” She leans harder into the mirror, her other hand pressing on her lower stomach, feeling for me there. “God, I feel you in my throat.”

I feel the heat of her inner walls pulling me inside every time I pull back, only to shove myself back inside of her, each thrust trying to put me deeper, wanting to be embedded inside every inch of her body and coated in her DNA so she can’t spend a second without me flowing through her. If I could physically remove my soul just to stitch it to hers, I would.

And yet, I doubt I’d be close enough.

Her small body lights up in my hands with every stroke, thighs shaking as her words slur together, taken over by cries of pleasure that rush over her like waterfalls of ecstasy.

I want her falling apart. I want both of us falling apart until we are shattered remains of who we were. All so that we can piece each other back together, until we are a mosaic.

My hips set a brutal pace, only pulling myself out halfway before plunging back inside, not wanting to be outside of her tight walls for too long. Her pretty ass slaps against my stomach every time I bottom out.

My dark eyes flick up to the mirror, seeing her tits spilling over the top of her dress, bouncing with the force of my strokes. Her head is bent down as she trembles in my arms, her much smaller body trying to take me in stride and stay upright at the same time. But she wants to succumb to the pleasure, wants to let her limbs give out.

“Look how fucking sexy you are.” I yank the leash I wound around her backward, making her look at herself in the mirror. Her mouth opens more, lids dropping to cover at least half of those doe eyes. “Such a pretty cock-drunk whore, baby.”

Her mascara is smeared down her face, cheeks burning red, torn dress, and legs spread wide for me to abuse her cunt until I’ve had my fix. God fucking damn, she’s perfect.

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