Page 13 of Sacred Vow
His brow arches, reading the hunger in my eyes as he meets me in the middle. “Well, what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t help a woman in need?”
“That’s the spirit,” I laugh.
His hand immediately falls into mine to pull me along. “Come on,” he mutters, his deep tone filled with need. “I know just the place.”
Within seconds, he pushes through the door of the deserted female bathrooms and into a small stall at the end of the aisle. “Seriously?” I question. It’s not my style, but it’s also not the worst place I’ve been screwed.
That same cocky grin stretches across his face. “Nobody uses these bathrooms. They’re deserted ninety percent of the time. Plus, I figured it was better than the men’s rooms. Not to mention, you don’t strike me as the kind who’s looking to be wined and dined first,” he tells me, locking the door behind us and grabbing my waist.
He throws me up against the stall wall, and my pussy immediately clenches with approval. “Fuck,” I breathe. “I’m not.”
“Good. Neither am I,” he rumbles, his dark gaze sailing over my body and lingering on my shirt before reading out the words. “Tattoos, pretty eyes, and thick thighs.Baby, I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think this is your shirt.”
I grin as his knee pushes between my thighs, and I reach for his shirt. “You don’t think I have pretty eyes or thick thighs?”
“Fuck no,” he says, taking the front of my jeans and popping the button.
“How would you describe them?”
“Which ones? The eyes or the thighs?”
“Eyes.”
He gazes at me a moment, as if really considering his response. “Don’t get me wrong. They’re gorgeous.You’re gorgeous.” His lips come down on my neck, and I groan, his tongue already working its magic. “Your eyes . . . They’re hypnotic,” he continues. “Seductive. Wicked. Captivating. Pretty doesn’t do them justice. You could bring a man to his knees with those eyes.”
“Smooth talker, I see.” I toss his shirt away before reaching for his pants, already feeling the strain of his thick cock within. “And what about the thighs?” I ask, unable to keep from noticing just how well he takes care of himself. His body is next to perfect, almost like a younger version of the silver fox at Vixen.
I feel his grin against my neck as he works my jeans down past my hips. “That’s a fucking trap, babe,” he tells me, and I can’t help but laugh. I’m five foot two and petite. The last thing I have is thick thighs, but I’m also delusional and like to pretend that I hit at least a few of the top beauty standards. “You got ass, but don’t be fooling yourself. You and I know these thighs ain’t thick. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want them wrapped around my head.”
A stupid smirk pulls across my lips. I wouldn’t mind them being wrapped around his head either, but first I need to see ifhe’ll be worth my time. There’s no doubting it, this guy is fun. He seems like the kind who’d make a night out unforgettable, but that doesn’t mean he’s capable of relieving me of this intense itch. I have high hopes though. And in about ten seconds, I’m going to get the answers I’m looking for.
After releasing the buckle on his belt, I quickly work the front of his pants, and in record time, I’m reaching inside to his straining cock. I wrap my tight fist around him before releasing him from the confines of his pants. I work him up and down and the responding groan that rumbles through his chest is more than enough to know I have his approval.
My jeans are pulled down my not-thick thighs, along with my panties, and I shimmy them the rest of the way down before kicking them off my feet. Then without skipping a beat, his hands are on my ass, lifting me against the wall of the small stall.
My legs wrap around his waist and he pins me with his hips. “You ready?”
“God, yes,” I pant, my thighs already shaking.
I’ve never been so hungry for it.
Actually, that’s a lie. In the darkness of Vixen, I was overwhelmingly starved. It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. This is nice, but it doesn’t hold the same intensity that I felt the other night.
He reaches between my thighs, and when his fingers skim past my slit, I suck in a gasp, but before my body can even comprehend what’s about to happen, two thick fingers are thrust inside my waiting cunt.
“Oh fuck,” I groan as his fingers quickly explore, checking to see just how ready I really am. And damn, I won’t lie, he’s definitely scratching that itch, but it’s still unknown if he can relieve it entirely.
“Hmmmm,” he rumbles as my fist keeps working up and down, my thumb circling over his tip. “You’re a devilish little thing, aren’t you?”
“You’ve got no fucking idea.”
His lips return to my neck, and I tip my head back, opening for more. His fingers move within me, roaming past my G-spot and teasing me from within, but I need so much more. “Condom?” I ask, barely able to control the rapid rise and fall of my chest.
“Back pocket,” he says against my skin.
My free hand dives for his pocket, frantically feeling around until I feel the familiar texture of the packaging and pinch it between my fingers. I pull it out, and in an instant, grip it between my teeth. I tear it open and neither of us skips a beat as I roll it onto his thick cock.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he tells me.
