Page 158 of Poison Vows

“Angel, you have me. You’ve always had me… letmehave you tonight.”

Her doe brown eyes suck my soul right up. Everywhere my fingers touch, they burn. She’s everything, my wife.

After all, I’m just like her… a virgin who hasn’t had anyone, nor had the desire to if it wasn’t her.

I kiss her again and add a third finger to stretch her.

She’s soaked, her slickness covering my hand, and she’s responsive as fuck, but I’m big and I don’t want to hurt her.

So I take my time prepping her, focusing only on her.

We kiss, and when I pull back to suck her hardened erect nipples, she watches me, her fingers fisting the bed covers.

When I bite her nipple and thrust my fingers in her at the same time, she moans loudly and comes immediately.

Wow!

Needing to see it one more time, I move down her body, feeling an urgency that I can’t conceal.

I need this experience.

I need to see and feel her like this… so I gently spread her thighs and look up at her from between her legs.

“You’re not allowed to move these legs,” I state, and then my tongue is on her clit.

She screams again, but I don’t stop.

I suck, lick, and then bite slightly, growing increasingly addicted to the sweetness.

She screams even louder, her fingers gripping my hair as a powerful shudder moves through her.

She comes so beautifully, her essence flowing hot, sweet, and so fucking inviting that I’m hard beyond reason.

Pre-cum coats the head of my dick.

This has happened in my head a million times before, and I’m in danger now…

“Please, Emmett,” she moans in a sultry tone that messes me up. “Take me. I’m so ready.”

That does it.

I move, hovering over her. I nudge her opening with my dick and slowly coat my length with her cum.

“Hold on to me, baby,” I whisper. “I’m sorry. This will hurt.”

“I just want you,” she whispers huskily, and reaches for my face. Pulling me down, she kisses me. My body goes wild for just this one act of initiative.

She’s as into me as I’m into her.

Senseless, brazen, and out of control.

Slowly, I push in and she gasps, her face contorting in pain.

I stretch over her and then intertwine our fingers above her head and push forward some more.

She flinches, so I stop.

“Tell me who you belong to, baby,” I demand, watching her.

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