Page 28 of Twisted Vows

I tighten my grip on the back of her knees, sheathe my teeth with my lips, and tilt my head to poise them on either side of her clit.

She shakes her head. The blindfold shifts, pulling her hair over her sweaty temples, but the fabric remains firmly over her eyes.

I give the tip of her clit the barest brush of my tongue. She jerks and shakes her head harder. As I slowly close my jaw, clamping her overly sensitive bundle of nerves with my sheathed teeth, she slips closer to the edge of her third orgasm.

I need more, so I brace my forearm across the back of both of her knees and sink my middle finger into her pussy.

Her impossibly tight, swollen, wet pussy.

She explodes in long, undulating waves, her entire body seizing as I flick my tongue over her pinched clit, and when I curl my finger inside her, she yelps and bucks, but I add a second finger and set up a ruthless rhythm, attacking her clit and G-spot with manic intent. Her fists tighten in my hair.

She clenches around my digits and floods the sheets. The thought of her strangling my cock shreds my control. Liquid fire sears the inside of my shaft and escapes from my tip, but I push the full surge of my orgasm back by sheer force of will and focus on drawing out her pleasure.

She convulses, sucks down half a breath, and launches into another epic wave, becoming the most gorgeous, erotic thing I’ve ever seen. With one final lick of her clit, I lift my head and gentle my internal stroking but don’t stop until she gives one last shuddering breath and goes limp.

I straighten my fingers and slowly work them in and out of her, addicted to the feel of her pussy fluttering around my digits and entranced by the sight of her lying replete and vulnerable in my hands.

It’s too much but not enough.

I slip my fingers out of her pussy, free my cock, and shuffle forward to brace my thighs under her butt. She squeaks, shakes her head, and pushes her bound hands against my stomach. I snarl like a feral beast and run the underside of my cock through her drenched pussy lips, purposefully nudging her clit with my flange and enjoying her gasps and twitches. I flatten my palm, which still drips with her release, over the top of my shaft and thrust back and forth through her folds. My tip brushes against the rope wrapped around her wrists.

With magma building in my balls, I grab her hands and close her fingers around my cock. My heart lurches at how dainty and feminine her digits look wrapped around my tip.

“If you let go, I’m sinking into this tight, wet pussy,” I snarl.

She bites back a sob and tightens her grip.

I drop my head back and groan. After a few steadying breaths, I resume thrusting through her folds and can’t stop my eyes from roaming over her. She’s pure perfection. I bite my bottom lip, holding back my release for as long as possible, butthe wetness coating my chin renews her taste on my tongue. I groan and lean over her.

“You taste amazing,mia caramellina. Want to taste me?”

She shakes her head, but her fingers twitch around my cock.

“Next time, then,” I promise.

Her clit stiffens, the nub rubbing the sensitive underside of my cock.

I lose it. Molten lava bursts from my balls and rushes down my shaft. With a vicious snarl, I wrap my hand around her fists and hold her right where I want her, spurting my release on her stomach, breasts, and even her chin before pulling back and filling her hands with my spunk.

Another wave rushes from the base of my spine without warning. I yank back and come on her pussy, aiming my tip at her clit and the mound above, just to watch the pearly white fluid trail down her puffy folds.

Dark spots dance along my vision. I release my cock and lean into the back of her thighs, needing a moment to recover from the most intense moment of my life.

I wipe the back of my hand over my dripping chin and lick the tasty treat as I study her with heavy-lidded eyes. There’s still plenty of her release coating the bottom half of my face, almost mirroring the pearly fluid dripping down her chin and throat.

Teeth-shaped bruises already form on the back of her thighs. Her squirting drenched the sheets, my legs, and my arm. She’s flushed and covered in my cum. Her ragged breaths and parted lips tempt me to start again, even though the air brushing over my cock is too intense.

Emotions barrel through me, and with my control stripped away, I rip her blindfold off her head, needing to look into her eyes.

Light brown orbs meet my gaze. Her pupils shrink.

Terror widens her eyes and drains her expression into a blank mask.

For a moment, she looks so familiar I’m certain I’ve seen her somewhere, but when I can’t place when or where, I push the thought aside and brush her hair back from her sweaty temples.

Dark storm clouds form in her eyes. She spits in my face and glares at me as though I’m the vilest person alive.

The bubble of euphoria around me pops, and I realize what I’ve done.

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