Page 21 of Vows of Betrayal

I did what he asked. However, I found it more than difficult to concentrate because of everything he was doing to me at the same time. His hand was back on me, between my legs. This time, he stuck his finger directly at my core—and pushed upward.

“Stefan,” I breathed out. It hurt a little, but nothing I couldn't handle. And when he started moving his finger in and out, thrusting it slowly inside of me—oh, my gosh. It was the best thing I'd ever felt in my life.

And the way I was stroking him in time with his finger entering me—it was almost like having him fuck me.

Not that I'd know what that felt like, but I could imagine this was much the same.

“You're so close. I can feel your pussy clamping down around me,” Stefan said, and I nodded. I might have even whimpered a little.

Because he was right. I was so, so, so close.

“You're going to make me come. I'm going to come all over you.”

Gosh.

His dirty words drove me to a whole new level of hot.

His cock grew bigger. And harder. Right in my hand. I imagined it was inside me instead of his finger. It would feel amazing to have Stefan over top of me, shoving his big cock inside of me. Kissing me. Sucking on my breasts.

Speaking of breasts, his pulls on my nipples were getting harder and harder. Just bordering on the edge of pain.

And that was all it took—along with a well-timed swipe of his thumb over my clit. He sent me over the edge. And I was falling. Falling. Falling. Not wanting anyone to catch me.

“Fuck, I'm coming, too,” Stefan wheezed as I increased my grip on him. But he didn't want it. He moved my hand and took over, bursting his hot come all over my belly.

I'd never seen a man orgasm before, but I thought for sure Stefan's orgasm must be the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. The look of ecstasy on his handsome face. The way he shut his eyes in pure bliss.

Knowing that I'd caused this—made me come even harder.

After he milked his cock, shooting the last of his orgasm on my belly, he collapsed beside me.

“Fuck, that was good,” he breathed out heavily, his chest moving up and down quickly with each breath.

What he did next shocked the heck out of me.

His hand covered my breast, and he touched me there. Softly. Gently. Then he touched my other breast, squeezing my hard nipple between his fingertips.

Then his hand began the descent down my chest, over my belly—directly to a load of come. He circled his middle finger in it and then slowly moved down to my pussy.

Between my legs.

And inside of me.

He repeated that movement, leaving me without words as I watched him mark me with his come.

The musky tang of his scent filled my senses.

He used two fingers this time, scooping up his come and then inserting it into my core.

When reason finally returned, I grasped his arm. “I'm not on birth control, Stefan.”

And what did he do?

He grinned and laughed in a low, smexy voice. “Good,” was all he said.

I blinked and tried to make sense out of his words. “What do you mean, good?” I asked, as the sexy stupor he'd had me in started to fall away.

He ripped his hand out of my grip and swiped his fingers over my belly where a puddle of his come still lay. Then he shoved those fingers up inside of me.

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