Page 21 of Heartless Vows

The startled widening of her eyes as she tests my girth fills me with pride. When several seconds tick by and her hand remains in the same place, I groan and tangle my hand deeper into her hair.

“I thought you knew what you were doing?” I challenge, too close to losing control to dampen my antagonistic tone.

“I thought so, too,” she whispers.

When she jolts and blushes, I realize she didn’t mean to speak her thoughts out loud.

“Touch me, Aurora.”

“Iam. Give me a second. I didn’t expect you to be so…”

I smirk and fight the urge to take her mouth, knowing I won’t stop at one taste.

“So big?” I prod.

Several emotions flit across her features as she blinks at me. My chest tightens as she shakes her head.

“No. You’re big everywhere, so I expected the size, but you’re so…” she flexes her hand around me and shifts toward my tip, “warm and…” her honesty and gentle exploration will be the death of me, “silky?”

My cock hardens impossibly further and pulses in her hand. Her breath stutters and pupils dilate. She tries to glance down, but her gaze on mine is the only thing preventing me from losing control, so I twist my fingers in her hair and struggle to breathe as she explores my tip with barely there pressure.

“You’re so soft,” she murmurs.

My thighs tremble as she lightly strokes down my shaft. I curl my fingers against the wall, uncaring when the fancy paint chips under my nails.

“But so hard,” she whispers.

It’s too much. No matter how much I want to enjoy her as she explores me, the pressure at the base of my spine warns of my imminent eruption.

“Stop teasing and stroke me like you mean it,” I growl.

She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth before tightening her grip around me.

I snarl and tilt her head to the side, stretching and exposing her throat so I can enjoy the thrumming of her pulse as she strokes me from base to tip.

“Get on your knees,mia topolina, and take my cock into your mouth.”

I tug her hair. After a moment of hesitation, she sinks to her knees. I shuffle my feet apart to make room for her but keep one hand in her hair and the other against the wall. The wise little minx keeps her eyes on my face even as she works my underwear down enough to pull out my cock.

When I tilt my hips in demand, she leans back.

“Wait, I—”

She clamps her mouth shut when I crowd her closer to the wall and rub the underside of my cock against her face. Her fingers tighten around my base. My balls throb.

I hiss as she shifts her grip and angles my shaft away from her warm, smooth flesh.

“Not on my face. Or in my hair. I know some men like—”

Her words end on a hiss of pain as I yank her hair.

“You’re going to swallow every drop, or we’ll start over,” I say.

Her pupils shrink, and for a moment, she looks mad enough to rebel, but she takes a deep breath and changes her grip so her nails rest against my sensitive flesh.

“No. I’m not some pet you can boss around, and just because I asked for your help doesn’t make me a doormat.” She steals chunks of my heart with her spunk and threatens my composure as her breath ghosts over my groin. “We’re building our relationship around having a baby, so this is a onetime thing.”

Her vehemence fills me with equal parts adoration and frustration.

---