Page 77 of Cruel Vows

Sean sheds his clothing down to his boxers, flopping onto the bed and staring up at the ceiling. “I don’t know what you want from me right now, Ellie.”

I head into the closet and get changed into one of his shirts.

When I come back out, his gaze rakes up and down my bare legs, desire flashing in his eyes at the way the thin material clings to my body.

I sit on the other side of the bed, leaning back against the headboard. “I want to know that you’re home safe instead of trying to hunt down Noah on your own.”

He rolls his eyes. “I should be out there looking for that bastard right now.”

“Stay with me.”

“And think about everything going on in my head? About how I can’t keep you or Rebecca safe? No thanks.”

“You need a distraction.” I move to straddle him, smirking when his hands move up my thighs of their own accord.

The corner of his mouth tips upward. “And you plan to be that distraction, do you?”

“If that’s what you want.”

He studies me for a moment before lifting his hips and sliding off his boxers.

When his hard cock brushes against my pussy, arousal drips down my thighs. I roll my hips, grinding into him hard as waves of pleasure roll over me.

Sean sinks one hand into my hair, pulling me to him.

When his mouth closes over mine, lips slanting together and tongues tangling, stars dance across my vision. I moan into the kiss, loving the taste of smoke and mint mixing together.

His low groan as the tip of his cock slides inside me has my inner walls aching. I need him, but this isn’t about me tonight.

This is about getting him out of his head for as long as possible.

Before he can grab my hips and drag me down onto his cock, I take my time kissing down his body.

His hands thread into my hair as I trace the lines of his abs with my tongue.

“You’re being a tease, Ellie, and I don’t have much patience for teases tonight.”

I slide my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, running it over the throbbing vein before sucking the drop of moisture from his tip.

When he pulls on my hair, I whimper, letting him slide his cock past my lips until he’s hitting the back of my throat.

He groans as I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, hand wrapping around the base to work in time with my mouth.

With each pass close to the tip, I flick my tongue along the seam, moaning at the taste of him on my tongue.

He rocks his hips in time with my sucking before he pulls out and flips us over. “I’m tired of playing. I need to be inside your soaked little pussy right now.”

Rough fingers press against my clit, swirling it as he hikes my shirt up my torso with his other hand. He pulls it tight over my breasts, keeping me in place as his cock drives into me.

“Yes.” I arch off the bed, rolling my hips in time with his thrusts as I grab the sheets.

He drops the shirt to hike one of my legs over his shoulder as he leans forward, pressing into me deeper.

The throbbing of his cock only makes my pussy clamp down tighter around him.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” His fingers sink hard into my thigh, and I’m sure that there are going to be marks on my skin in the morning.

The thought only turns me on more. “Please make me come.”

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