Page 62 of Ruined Vows

We both expel a breath as soon as he makes contact with my pussy. He’s so hard. So big. I’ve never had any man as big.

And oh god, when he starts to slide inside me, he’s so fuckingeverywhere.

He’s holding himself up but he’s so solid and heavy over me. I love how it feels. I love how he touches my body. It’s so rare that I’m able to just give in and give over.

He stretches forward, and in one stroke, he’s pushed inside me. At least, I think he has.

“Let me know if it starts to hurt, and I’ll stop,” he grunts.

He pulls out and pushes back in slightly further. He’s holding back. I can tell by the strain in his neck vein.

I lift up and bite it. He growls, and I start to suck the spot I just bit. I want to make him let go.

“I’ll fit you,” I whisper before latching back on to lick his neck. I’ll make him see that I can take him. He doesn’t know, but when I’m by myself, I use toys. Sometimes big toys. I like to see how much I can take while I fantasize about sex like this. Isaak’s cock is a dream I didn’t know actually existed in real life.

He grunts, and his hips thrust, going deeper.

I nod, smiling so big my face hurts. I’ll fit him. I shift my hips to take more of him inside. It’s his thickness that’s so fucking satisfying. Oh god, it’s such a stretch.

“You’re so goddamn tight, Red. I want to fuck you through the floorboards.”

“Do it,” I hiss again before biting his straining neck again. Reaching up, I drag my nails down his scalp, closing my eyes and focusing on the fullness stretching me so wide at my core. He shifts his groin, and my swollen clit grinds against the bottom of his hugely thick shaft.

With every inch he thrusts in and pulls out, the friction is an insane pulse against where I’m so needy.

And then, I open my eyes, and my breath catches. Because as he’s invading me so deeply with his cock in my most intimate place, he’s staring straight down into my soul. My hips lift restlessly up and down, instinctively seeking friction. I don’t know if that’s the wrong or right move because he starts to move then.

He’s moving, so thick—impossibly thick—and stretching me so it feels like every part of my pussy is pulsing against his hard shaft all at once. As if all ofmeis pulsing around him. My hands slide down to his neck.

“But I never let myself think about this,” he whispers, eyes burrowing straight into me. Neither of us is smiling now. There’s just intensity and wild want sizzling back and forth between us as our fucking starts to feel like… like something much more intimate.

He slows down, and my spiking pleasure turns sweeter. More like a ballooning build than a rush up a mountain. One of my hands slides around to cup his cheek.

His gray eyes blink at me.

And then he dips down and kisses me with such need, arms wrapping around me and rolling us so that we’re on our sides, his giant bicep underneath my head like a pillow. Trapped between his two arms, all I can see is his face and his eyes boring down into mine.

“Kira,” he whispers, cock still shifting in and out of me as if with compulsive need.

But I’m too terrified to hear what he might say next, so I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him hard. I moan all the things I can’t say into his lips as I hike my leg up higher around his hip to spread myself wider for him.

Our rhythm has synced so that we’re both pulling back and thrusting at the same time. Occasionally, we get out of rhythm, but then almost immediately, we’ve got it back. Both of us are chasing pleasure in each other’s body. It’s the same with our lips. Gentle one second and then sucking and licking and tonguing into each other’s mouth the next.

His cock strokes against some spot deep inside my center before it presses against my clit with his every thrust. His hand slides into my hair as he angles my head to fit his lips better.

His thrusts get deeper. Harder.

I clutch his head and drag him to my breasts. I can’t kiss him anymore; the sex is getting so intense. I’m breathing too hard.

I gasp for breath and clutch him close.

“Kira,” he growls again, hands squeezing my ass as he drags my body up and down his cock. My eyelids flutter, and I try and fail to match his rhythm with my thrusting hips.

My name on Isaak’s lips, our bodies move so perfectly in sync?—

He cups one of my breasts so he can lift the nipple to where I’m clutching him, and the final added sensation sends me completely over the edge again.

Light bursts behind my eyes as my body starts to shudder on his cock. Oh god. Oh god! I’m coming harder than I ever have before. Harder than I knew Icould.

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