Page 56 of Ruined Vows

Her big brown eyes immediately slide to me. I make sure our gazes are locked before I reach between her spread legs to pet her pussy. She gasps, mouth dropping open the moment I make contact. With three gentle fingers, I stroke her where she’s soft and wet, thumb ghosting against her clit.

She’s already wet. And more than just a little bit. She trembles against me.Fuck me.I like that, too.

“You tryin’ to get this over with fast, slut?” I step into her and massage her sex more firmly. “Answer me, slut!”

“N-n-no, sir!” she hisses.

“Then why are you already so fucking wet?”

She blinks up at my demanding eyes. “You’re so…you, Sir.”

Fuck, she’s so good at this mixture of kinky fantasy play and being completely genuine and absolutely here in the moment?—

I dip my middle finger inside, and she hisses even louder, that sound from earlier coming out of her throat again.

I step closer to her, into her, my thumb putting pressure against her clit. “Do you want to come?”

She nods fervently up and down.

“Well, so do I. I’m the one paying for it after all.” I channel my best asshole commanding officer as I pull my soaked finger out of her and point it toward the floor. “So down on your fucking knees. And you better make me come harder than a fucking firehose.”

She drops to her knees, head down, and I can’t tell what the fuck she’s thinking.

“Look at me!” I bark.

Finally, she looks up, and I pull out my dick and rub her juices all over my cock while she watches. “Now you can taste yourself while you suck my cock. Suck it off and think about what you taste like.”

I know her mind’s always working a mile a minute, so I’ll let her spin on the kinkiness of tasting both of us. Fuck, my cock bobs even harder at the thought. But the next second, she’s grinning up at me and boldly grabbing the thick base of my shaft.

Holy shit, that feels good. With any other woman, I’d let my head drop back and fuck her face with abandon.

But the sight of Kira on her knees is too stunning to look away from.

Especially considering the awed look in her eyes as she stares at my cock, like a scientist making a new discovery.

“For once, a man actually has a big cock. Huh.” Then she experimentally licks at the tip.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“I’m not a fucking lollipop,” I growl, even though that feels so insanely fucking good. I should be begging her to please, oh please, just keep doing whatever she fucking likes to my cock as long as she keeps touching it.

With her other hand, she reaches up and palms my balls, rolling them back and forth like a pair of dice.

“Get my cock in your mouth,” I bark, if only so I don’t spill my load on the fucking carpet.

She grins up at me, knowing she’s affecting me. She’s clearly enjoying her power. “What if I like torturing you?”

“A whore would do what I say.”

“What if I’m not that kind of whore?” She arches an eyebrow. “I think I’m the even higher-priced kind. The one who knows pleasure’s better if you’re not completely in control.”

I just shake my head at her, grinning. I shoulda known it was only a matter of time before she was turning the tables on me and topping from the bottom. The woman can’t go a second without snatching back as much control as she can. Only fair.

She squeezes my balls. Not too hard, but not gentle either. My eyes fly open wide, not sure how I feel about the sensation. But then, she finally leans over and swallows as much of my fat dick as she can get in that sassy, petite mouth of hers.

Awfuck.

I reach down and grab her hair in my hand because there’s nothing else to hold onto, and I have a feeling I’m going to need something to ground me for the ride she’s about to fucking take me on.

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