Page 19 of Sacred Vow
“I’m good, babe,” Zeph says, though something tells me his motivations are probably different from mine. I’m almost positive that the thought of his father watching him fuck me isn’t what’s driving his need. He probably just doesn’t care, assuming if someone were to walk by and see, that they’d just keep walking, but Zeph is wrong. If Caesar was to walk past, I have every intention of putting on a show he wouldn’t be able to resist.
Zephyr makes quick work of my jeans, tearing them down my legs, along with my panties just like he’d done back in that little bathroom stall, leaving me bare-ass naked. His hands roam over my body, touching me everywhere as though learning every curve.
His strong arm wraps around my back, hauling me up the couch until his face is hovering over my aching pussy, and before a needy gasp even gets the chance to escape, his warm lips are closing over my clit.
My hips violently jerk, and I groan as his tongue flicks over my clit again and again, and as he works his magic, his fingers come up beneath me, slowly pushing inside my waiting cunt.
Zeph’s fingers move like an exotic dance, teasing and stroking my walls as I squirm beneath him. He snakes his other hand up my body, holding me still, but it’s no use. The way he moves his tongue and sucks my clit brings the wild out of me.
My fingers knot into his thick hair, holding him tight as my hips jolt so ferociously, I’m practically riding his face. “Yes, Zeph. Right there.”
He doesn’t disappoint, and as his fingers zero in on that one spot deep inside of me, my world explodes into a million shattered pieces. I come on his fingers, my back arching off the cushion as the intensity rocks through me. “Holy fuck,” I groan, throwing my head back.
My high quickly bursts through me like a blast of fire, and yet despite its intensity, I’m still left wanting.
Zeph doesn’t stop working my clit, and I bring my foot up to his shoulder and push him back. He keeps going until he’s sitting up, and I don’t hesitate scrambling down the massive couch until I’m straddled over him. “I hope you’re ready for me,” I tell him, reaching between us and freeing his thick cock from the confines of his pants.
Zeph laughs, pulling a condom from his pocket. “You don’t think I can handle you?”
His cock is already rock hard, straining for relief, and I don’t waste a second, taking the condom from his fingers and tearing it open with my teeth before rolling it down his length and finally sinking down on him. “Oh, I know you can’t.”
He grins, and as he grasps my hips, I start to ride him, my pussy clenching around his thick cock as I work up and down his impressive length. His eyes widen just a fraction, fear flashing in his dark depths.
“Oh fuck,” he breathes, his fingers tightening on my hips as he thrusts up.
I laugh, but I don’t dare stop, knowing I’ve got him right where I want him. “That’s what I thought.”
Zeph clenches his jaw, having no choice but to sit back and give in to my sweet torture as I take complete control. He’s paralyzed, unable to move, apart from the wild, uncontrollable jolting of his hips. “Oh, fuck, baby,” he grits through his teeth, and all I can do is smile.
I throw my head back, feeling my long hair grazing my spine, and just as I start to really work my hips, tormenting him with my movements, I feel a heated gaze from across the room.
Fuck yes. This is exactly what I’ve been waiting for.
My fingers brush over my body, teasing my nipples as my gaze shifts to the opening of the kitchen, finding my silver fox. He leans against the wall, his foot lazily kicked over the other with his hands dug deep into his pockets. His stance looks as though he’s standing in on a board meeting, but his eyes are locked in on me, and just like Saturday night, I can’t possibly look away.
Zeph faces away, having no idea that this show is not just for him, and it thrills me like never before. I move my body and clench my walls, giving it my all as I fuck his son. “You like that?” I murmur into the big room.
Caesar bites down on his lower lip and nods as his son’s responding groan fills the room. “Fuck, Tilly. Just like that.”
I grin as my eyes remain locked on Caesar, and I show him just how well I could fuck him.
Zeph can barely handle it and throws his head back, clenching his eyes and looking as though he’s about to come undone, but I’ve only just begun. He has no idea what he just got himself involved in. “Don’t you dare come, Zephyr,” I demand, slamming down over him and making him gasp. His eyes spring open. “You’re gonna take it, just like I took it for you.”
Zeph nods, not able to find words. He clenches his jaw tighter, desperately straining not to come as I give him the full force of Tilly Bardot.
He doesn’t know how to control me, doesn’t know how to rein in this wildness, but something tells me there’s one man in this room who could.
Caesar’s gaze is locked heavily on me, watching as I ride his son, and the heat in his eyes is everything. I beckon him forward as my hips torment Zeph, and when he pushes off the wall and strides toward me, the deepest thrill swells in my stomach.
Zeph is only moments away from losing control, but I’m not even close, and I don’t intend on being left hanging.
Caesar strides right up to the back of the couch, and as his son grips my hips and clenches his eyes, Caesar reaches out and curls his big hand around the back of my head. His fingers knot into my hair and without warning, he rips my head back and my tits thrust toward him.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, grinding down on Zeph’s thick cock.
Holding my hair firmly in one hand, he reaches out with his other hand and pinches my nipple before rolling it between his skilled fingers, and a wave of electrical fire bursts through my body, sending shockwaves right to my core.
“More,” I cry out. I’ve never felt this sexy in my entire life, and I know it has everything to do with this man.
