Page 41 of Vows of Betrayal

I didn't allow it. My arm around her tightened.

“Yeah, you are. My come's been on you and in you. I've marked you. You're mine.”

She inhaled a deep breath. “I'm not. And just because we made out one night, weeks ago—does not mean I'm—yours. That's bananas.”

I chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “That's the way it works. And what we did was a hell of a lot more than just make out. I came on you. You came on my hand. We were one step away from me taking your virginity. Which I'll do once I have my strength back.”

She gasped and pushed even harder against me. But even as injured as I was, my upper body strength outmatched hers. “Let me go!” She fought with me, trying to untangle herself from me.

“Settle down. I'm not fucking you tonight. Or anytime soon. And when I do, you'll beg me for it.”

She inhaled a deep breath and said, “That's not going to happen. And who says I'm a virgin? I've slept with dozens of guys.”

I laughed right the fuck out loud. I could tell she didn't appreciate that. “Not only are you a virgin, you'd never been kissed before. And I'm fuckin' happy you hadn’t been. Glad my tongue was the first to have that. And I can't wait to take your virginity, Chesca. It's been a long time since I've initiated a woman. And I have a feeling you're going to be the tightest one I've ever broken.”

She struggled in my grip, but I refused to let her go.

“You're a pig!” she spat out angrily.

I couldn't deny that fact. I laughed and pulled her on top of me. Which I could tell she did not expect in the least. Add in the fact that I was now fully hard, it must've been a shock to her.

“Never once said I wasn't a pig, Chesca.” My hand dug into her hair, and I pulled her head close to mine. “But I do know one thing,” I said against her panting lips. “You like it.”

And then I kissed her, crushing my lips against hers. And almost instantly, she stopped fighting.

And met my tongue, tangling with it as she melted into me. She was careful of my chest, holding herself up with her hands. But her tits still pressed against me. Speaking of which, I needed to get rid of her tiny tank top.

“Lift up,” I said after raising the shirt over her breasts. Surprisingly—but not—she sat up and pulled her top off the rest of the way.

Fuck.

My hands slid up her thighs to her short as fuck shorts. “These, too,” I ordered, already feeling out of breath. She hesitated—but only for a moment. And then I helped rid her of her shorts.

Fuck.

She was naked on top of me.

“Hold on,” I said, pulling my boxer briefs down and kicking them off.

“What are you doing?” she breathed out in a low, sexy as fuck voice.

“I just want to feel you, angel. Rub yourself on me. We're not fucking. Not tonight.”

She appeared uncertain of what exactly to do. And that made me even harder.

“Like this, angel.” I set my hands on her waist and pulled her down until her hot pussy was on my cock.

Fuck.

She was already wet.

“Move, Chesca. Do what feels good.” I guided her with my hands. Encouraging her to slide against my hard cock with her warm, wet pussy.

Soon, she started to grind and takeover with her own movements. And I knew then that I had her. That we were absolutely sexually suited for each other.

I played with her gorgeous breasts, feeling the heavy weight of them in my hands. I lifted one to my lips and licked at her nipple. She gasped and pressed herself down on my cock even harder.

Yeah.

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