Page 62 of Heartless Vows

She nibbles on my Adam’s apple before responding.

“Not for long,” she promises.

When my cock jerks, she smirks and wraps her fist around my tip. I hiss and clutch her hips. Diabolical delight brightens her emerald orbs. She begins my unraveling with slow, measured strokes of her fist as she grabs my wrist and brings my hand to her face. With awe-inspiring confidence, she nips, licks, and sucks each centimeter of my hand, taking each finger into her mouth and swirling her tongue over me.

I never knew my calloused, tarnished hands held so many nerves, but as she worships and adores them, pearly white fluid leaks from my tip. When she rises onto her knees and angles my cock between her legs, I groan her name and drop my head back.

She demands I watch and rubs her clit with my dick.

I’m powerless. I can’t resist. She claims every ounce of my attention as she slowly, slowly works me into her body. Abouthalfway down my shaft, her thighs tremble and uncertainty flashes in her eyes.

“Did you really fit before?”

I chuckle.

“Yes. You took every inch.”

“No wonder I’m so sore. Maybe this is enough this time?”

Every muscle in my body bunches in rebellion, but I offered her control. I can’t take it from her.

“Rub your clit,mia topolina. Lean forward and let me lick your breasts. We’ll see what you think then.”

When she follows my suggestion, I fall even more in love with her. She’s truly too perfect.

I struggle to hold back my release as I fill my mouth with her breast and leave a few marks for my pleasure as she works herself up to a glorious orgasm. With every inch of me buried in her pussy, she squeezes me from root to base. I lose control, pull my wrist from her grip, grab her hips, and lift her halfway off my shaft.

Bracing my heels for better leverage, I surge up into her over and over again until her entire body contracts in a much stronger orgasm. Her flushed breasts and expression of euphoria tip me over the edge. I release deep inside her body in epic waves until my head spins and my bones feel hollow.

She slumps against me and wraps her arms around my nape. I stroke my digits up and down her spine until the sensitivity in my cock lessens enough to leave her tight, swollen sheath. Her quiet moan as I pull out echoes in my mind.

I give us both a quick clean before turning off the water and wrapping her in a towel. Her lopsided grin is too fucking cute, so I sneak a taste of her mouth and help her wrap her hair in a second towel before grabbing my own and securing it around my waist.

I lead her to the double sink and vanity and wrap my arms around her from behind. Our reflection steals my breath. She’s so tiny compared to me.

“I didn’t know what products you use, so I bought the best brands. Whatever you don’t want, we can get rid of and go shopping for whatever you like.”

“Bybest, do you mean most expensive?Porca miseria, Giorgio, this is… too much.”

“Nothing is too much if it’s for you.”

She sighs and leans her head back against my chest.

“I’m tired,” she murmurs.

I check the clock on the vanity and kiss her temple before guiding her to her sink.

“You can take a nap after you get ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“We’re going out. No questions. Just dry your hair and pick a comfortable outfit from the closet. I’ll take care of everything.”

When she nods and scans the counter with a slow blink, I elect to keep my hands off her for a while so she can recover, so I busy myself with getting dressed, but when she emerges from the closet in the flowy dress with shoulder cutouts, I can’t resist. I kiss her exposed flesh and rub her arms as I guide her to the bed.

After a few halfhearted complaints, she lets me tuck her under the sheet and walk away before I give in to temptation and join her. The sight of her in my bed feels so right I almost slide in next to her, but if my headstrong woman insists on returning to her familial home—which she will, no matter what I say, then we can’t spend the entire day wrapped up in each other like I crave.

I leave the bedroom door open and plod through the house on bare feet, enjoying the cool wood floors on my soles. After an extended moment of studying the counter and remembering the slow unveiling of Aurora’s flesh, I tuck the memories into myspank bank and start a pot of coffee. Before my mind envisions all the ways I can savormia topolinathroughout the kitchen, I lean against the fridge and pull out my phone.

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