Page 94 of Vows We Never Made
Please tell me I’m not drooling.
But every girl has this kind of fever dream at least once in her life, I think?
Wanting a man like him—thisgorgeous beast—getting naked and growly in front of you.
But it’s actually happening.
That’s what’s so hard for my brain to accept.
When he tugs down his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring free, it’s like my own personal fantasy coming to life.
Yes, he’s punishing.
Girthy and angry, this hammer of pulsing veins, made for judgment.
There’s a tiny bead of moisture on the end of his cock.
Before I overthink it, I push myself forward, grab him, and lick it off, inhaling his scent as I press him against my face.
He groans like a storm.
Then his hand comes down, fisting my hair like rope.
“Fuck, little Hattie, you should wear your glasses for this.” His voice grates, knowing I took them off for the big dress parade. “If I get full sexy librarian sucking my cock, you should look the part.”
My pussy throbs as I get up and find my glasses on his nightstand, then quickly walk back over.
No hesitation.
I obey the demands of his greedy hands when they find my hair again, urging my mouth to engulf him.
Yes, he’s flipping huge.
Yes, I need a hot second to adjust, and the pressure on the back of my head eases as I fight to accept his size, his width, his heat.
“That’s fucking right,” he whispers when I move again, taking him deeper. “That’s it. Good girl.”
Oh.
The unexpected praise sends fresh heat spiraling through me.
I adjust on the bed, my legs shifting open automatically.
I’m not expecting his hand there a few seconds later, running his fingers through my slit, hungry and wild.
“Damn, woman.” He rubs me again, tracing lazy circles with his fingertips. “You’re so wet for me to fuck your pussy.”
I moan my agreement, letting my eyes flutter shut.
“Do you know how divine you look with my cock in your mouth?”
Not a clue.
But I don’t dare disagree.
This is unbearably hot.
I clench around his fingers as he pushes in deeper, stroking in and out, faster and hungrier with every thrust.
