Page 61 of Ruined Vows

“You think you’re ready for me?” Our eyes connect, and I swear heat sizzles straight down to my cunt.

A whine escapes my throat. He’s so commanding without even meaning to be.

“I’m ready.”

He grins, that same Isaak grin he’s teased me with every time he sits across from me at breakfast or dinner or glances at me across the car seat. “Oh, I don’t think so, Princess, not quite yet.”

“I’m no prince—” I start to object furiously, but he’s pressing his palm down against my pussy, rubbing shamelessly before his thumb finds my clit.

He doesn’t break eye contact the whole time.

“I’m glad we’re talking again because I’ve been wanting to tell you all the filthy things I’ve tried real hard to stop myself from thinking about wanting to do to this pretty little pussy, Professor.”

“Like what?” I gasp, insanely curious and turned on.

“I’ve been thinking about wrapping your thighs around my head and burying my face in your cunt just like I did a second ago. And grabbing your ass just like this?—”

He holds himself up with one hand by my head, bicep bulging, but with his other, he grabs my ass and squeezes again, grip firm.

Oh my god, Isaak’s on top of me, grabbing my ass. His mouth was on my— We’re about to have sex!I’m still giddy that this is happening at all. He’s liked me. All this time, he liked me! I’m breathless when I ask, “What else have you been thinking about?”

“Tryingnotto think about,” he corrects. He runs his hands up my body to my waist and squeezes there. “I’ve been trying not to think about what it would feel like to have you just like this. What it would feel like to get my hands on your soft skin. And what these feel like.” His hand runs up from my waist to reach my breasts.

With his thumb and forefinger, he pinches my left nipple lightly. My body spasms below him. He does the same to the right nipple, grunting a little as it puckers even harder. Then he pinches it again, harder this time. Then, harder still.

Each time he does it, my sex contracts, and I let out an involuntary, needy little whine. It’s like the nerves of my nipples are attached to an invisible line straight to my sex. No man’s ever done these sorts of things to my body. But god, do I love every new sensation.

He seems just as fascinated by what the nipple play is doing to me because he mutters, “And trying not to think about doing this,” then leans down and replaces his fingers with his mouth. I arch up against him, writhing in the space under his body as his mouth closes around my nipple. His mouth suckles with brutal suction, a tortuous pleasure.

“Now,” I manage to whimper. “Please. I need you inside me.”

“I’m not done yet,” is all he grunts before moving to my other nipple and sucking it just as ruthlessly. My whole body spasms with pleasure, and I clutch his head, fingernails digging into his scalp.

Holy shit, can I come from just nipple play alone? I’ve heard of that but thought it was just a myth. I never thought I’d be sensitive enough for that kind of thing.

But as his teeth tease at my puckered nipple, I all but scream as I thrust my hips up and shift them back and forth on his cock that’s slipped lower, now slathered in my juices. What farce are we even playing at? I’m already on his cock. We ate each other out. We’re already exchanging fluids. And I absolutely love the feel of him.

Fuck him now. Everyone else can be irresponsible. Why can’t you be sometimes, too?

“Are you clean?” I ask. “I’m clean.”

His mouth finally breaks from my nipple with a little suckingpop.“Fuck, are you saying you want to?—?”

It’s stupid. It’s reckless. I mean, I’m on birth control, but still, I just met him. Even so,hell, yes,I want to.

“Are you clean?” I demand again. “When were you last tested?”

“Last month. I’m clean.”

I reach down and grab his monster cock. He grunts as soon as I wrap my hand around his girth to guide him toward my soaked entrance.

“Kira,” he groans.

“Do you want me to stop?” I hesitate right at the edge.

“Fuck no.”

“Thank god.” I feed the bulbous tip into my sex.

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