Page 45 of Twisted Vows

He swallows my cries and sets a brutal rhythm, curling his fingers with each inward thrust and attacking my clit with his thumb.

Milliseconds before I explode, he pushes me flat onto my back, pins me down by my throat, and throws my legs over his shoulders. The wet glide of his tongue over my folds as his fingers continue their stroking is too much.

I jackknife as an orgasm rips through me. He works me harder. Faster. I can’t breathe.

He peels my clit hood back with his thumb and flicks the tip of his tongue over my exposed bundle of nerves.

My scream bounces off the ceiling and walls as he ruthlessly forces my body into a second release.

Sweaty and dazed, I unclench my thighs from around his head and try to pull his face away by fisting his hair. He looks up my body at me and smirks.

“I don’t think I have anything to be insecure about,mia caramellina,” he murmurs against my drenched pussy.

Aftershocks shoot through my abdomen, but I glare at him. He nuzzles his nose against my clit and licks around his invading fingers as I flutter around them.

“But just in case…”

“What?” I ask before my brain can catch up.

He rises and slips his digits out of my pussy. My juices coat his chin and shine on his fingers as he works his trousers open.

“Your girlfriend can’t give you this, can she?”

I shatter into tiny particles and soar up into the stratosphere as he fills me with one savage, overwhelming thrust. Shaking and gasping, I blink tears from my eyes and meet his dilated pupils.

“Can she?” he asks.

I shake my head, more out of confusion than in answer. I don’t remember what we’re discussing.

He pounds into me, hitting the same sensitive spot deep inside me with each thrust. It hurts too much to come again, but I’m close. So close. Too close.

He shifts his grip to my nape and pulls me up to his chest. I instinctively hook my arms around his shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist. His massive cock shifts inside me, hitting new organs and scrambling my brain.

He stalks around the counter and drapes me over the arm of the couch. With my hips higher than my shoulders, his tip jabs my cervix. I yelp and bring my knees to his chest, trying to kick him away, but his grip on my hips holds me exactly where he wants me.

“Can your roommate fuck you like this?”

His words make no sense. My roommate is my biological sister. I’m not a lesbian. He took my virginity.

I shove my knees against him. He growls and surges into me so hard my breasts almost pop out of my dress. I grab the cushions and try to wriggle away from his brutal invasions, but he tightens his grip on my hips and quickens his pace.

My right nipple slips free of my neckline. The lewd slap of flesh against flesh rings in my ears.

“Answer me, Mia. Can anyone else fuck you so good?”

For an insane moment, I want to hear him say my real name, but he yanks my ass higher and hits impossibly deeper.

It’s too much.

“No! Only you. You’re the only one,” I sob.

“Who do you belong to?” he demands.

“You,” I breathe as the pressure in my womb grows to catastrophic levels.

“Say my name, Mia.”

I shake my head. I can’t.

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