Page 120 of The Oath We Give

“You’re not full until I’m all the way inside of you.”

I don’t even want to look at how much further he has to go before he’s fully inside of me. My body melts into the mattress, unsure if I have room for him to fit.

Silas’s hard body pushes into mine deeper, the cool metal of his Jacob’s ladder touching my wet center.

“Relax for me, Hex.” One of his palms moves from my hips, pressing on my lower stomach lightly. “Relax and let me in. Let me make you feel good, baby.”

My thighs spread impossibly wider, eyes shooting open when he delves into me another couple of inches, those barbell piercings rubbing along the base of my pussy.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I murmur incoherently, “I don’t think—God, I don’t think I can fit any more.”

My teeth bite down on the inside of my cheek, trying to breathe as he spears me on his cock. I feel like he really is splitting me in half, intent on ripping me right in two.

“That’s it. That’s my girl. Suck my cock inside that tight pussy,” he groans when he bottoms out, staring down at where our bodies connect, watching the slaughtering of my pussy. “Look at you, Hex. Taking all of me like a good fucking girl.”

He gives me a few strokes, letting me get used to being this full. Letting me feel every inch before he starts to speed up his thrusts. My body starts to meet his, the unbelievable stretch making my toes curl.

I’m already embarrassingly close, and it doesn’t help when he starts to really fuck me, just like he promised. Silas Hawthorne begins to ruin me. Inside and out.

Brutal, heavy pumps of his hips send me into orbit. The depth of his cock makes me try to back off his shaft, but he won’t let me. No, he grabs my hips and yanks me right back in place so he can fuck me the way he wants.

“Fuck, Silas. It’s too much. Fuck, you’re in my stomach.” I nearly scream, clawing at the bedsheets beneath me for support, my pussy stretched to the max. Every vein in his cock rubs against my sensitive walls, hitting something deep inside of me that’s never been touched before.

Silas leans downward toward my face and keeps me right there with a savage hold on my throat. Long fingers splay across the front of my neck, squeezing the sides, feeling my pulse beneath his fingertips.

He pumps into me with thrusts that make me see stars, merciless with my body as he shoves into me all the way, letting me feel him buried to the hilt before pulling nearly all the way out, only to slam through once again.

Over and over and over.

The headboard of the bed slams into the wall with his pace, his bed shaking beneath us from the force he’s using on my body.

“You’re so fucking wet. So fucking tight. God, nothing has felt as good as you, baby. You’re taking me so fucking good.” He drops his head to my breasts, tugging a nipple into his mouth. Ecstasy fills my being as he rears back, then snaps his hips forward, faster and faster, until his hold on my throat is used to keep me still for him to pump into.

“So good—” I gasp, back bowing off the bed. “I’m gonna come again, fuck, Silas!”

The pleasure is too much. I’m too full. So overflowing with pleasure that tears stream from the corner of my eyes.

Silas gives me a groan of approval against my skin. “Cry for me, baby. Cry because it’s so fucking good and you know no one’s cock uses this pretty little cunt like me. Cry for me.”

He sits back up on his knees, snatching my ankles in his hands, spreading me wide and forcing my body to meet him stroke for stroke. He pounds into my walls like they were made for him, molding my pussy to fit his dick seamlessly, refusing to pull out until I’m the perfect hole for him to use up.

“I’m—God—” I mumble incoherently, a jumble of words and phrases I’ve never heard from my lips before.

“Shhh, don’t talk. Just take it.”

I peer up at him to the best of my ability, eyes half-lidded and drooping, watching the clench of his abdominal muscles with every thrust, his body in a sheen of sweat and brows furrowed with concentration, dark eyes boring down at me with a predatory gaze.

“Come for me, Hex. Soak this cock, squeeze me.”

As if my body was simply waiting for his command, I feel my muscles contract, back bowing from the bed and a scream of ecstasy ripping from my throat. Bright lights flash behind my eyelids as I shake with breathy moans, swept under a rushing current of bliss that tastes like the sweetest ambrosia.

This is what the gods felt like, I’m sure of it.

Completely and utterly euphoric, like nothing could touch them.

I’m crashing through the waves, barely registering his husky voice above me, only feeling his thrusts stutter, shallow and quick.

“Tell me where I’m gonna come tonight,” he orders, leering above me, chasing his own release. “Say it, pretty thing.”

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