Page 36 of Cruel Vows

The sooner I get rid of the attraction to her, the better.

Her pussy is dripping with her arousal as I bring my hand down on her ass, the smack cracking through the room.

Ellie’s fingers dig into my thigh where she holds on, her thighs pressing hard together.

I smack her again, harder this time, wanting to hear her cry out.

I’m rewarded with her cry on the third smack, my handprint glowing on the creamy skin of her ass while her thighs glisten with arousal.

As I pull her up, she looks at me, her lips parting. She straddles my lap without a second thought, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she grinds her soaked pussy against my cock.

My fingers dig into her hips, hauling her harder against me. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted to act like a little slut and get my handprint on your ass before I fucked you senseless.”

“This means nothing.”

She gasps as I reach between us, undoing my pants enough to pull out my cock.

It slides through her slick folds, the tip dipping into her pussy before I pull back.

Ellie leans back enough to pull her shirt over her head, tossing it to the side and revealing her stiff nipples.

I suck one of the sensitive buds into my mouth, rolling my tongue over the skin until she’s writhing against me.

With one quick movement, I flip her onto the bed, kneeling between her legs as I rip her skirt down her body. “You’re going to take my cock like the good little slut you are. You’re going to submit to me instead of fighting me every fucking step of the way.”

Ellie sits up, fisting the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. “Do whatever the hell you want; I just need to fuck you out of my system.”

At least we’re on the same page about that.

I shove her back down onto the mattress, kicking off the rest of my clothing.

My cock slides against her pussy again before I inch into her. Her pussy milks my cock with every inch she takes.

“Fuck, Ellie. Does your fucking pink dick feel like this?” I nip at her neck, sucking hard until there’s a dark mark there to remind her who she belongs to every time she looks in the mirror.

Her nails rake down my back so hard I’m sure there are going to be marks there, leaving a claim of her own behind.

It only makes me harder.

I lose all control as she moans, her long legs hooking over my hips.

Her back arches off the bed as she meets me thrust for thrust. Fingers roam my body, teeth grazing against flesh.

Rolling my hips, I drive deeper into her. She rocks up into me, her pussy squeezing tighter around me.

I rip her hands from my body, holding them above her head. “Come for me, Ellie. Come all over my cock like you’ve been dying to do for the last two weeks.”

“More,” she mumbles against my skin as she arches off the bed. She sucks on my pulse and my hips piston faster.

She squeezes around me, only becoming wetter as I drive harder and faster into her. Her body moves with mine as she comes, her pussy pulsing around me.

I keep thrusting, moving faster as my cock stiffens. My balls pull tight before I bury myself to the hilt in her.

Groaning, my head drops to her shoulder as I come, filling her as my thrusts slow.

As I pull out and fall to the bed beside her, I know that she’s still in my system, buried so deep that I’m not sure I’m going to be able to get her out.

Ellie rolls to the side, her back to me. It’s a sharp reminder that this is nothing more than two people relieving their tension together. Stress relief, in the best form.

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