Page 9 of Sacred Vow
He’s older, maybe in his late-forties, and good God, he’s the perfect definition of a silver fox. He has thick salt and pepperhair, and I can only imagine how good it’d feel to hold on to when I spend the rest of my night riding him.
My greedy stare sails over his sharp jaw, finding it decorated with silver stubble, and even in this dim VIP room, I can see the warmth in his olive skin.
There’s something so alluring about him. I need to know more.
The silver fox is on his knees as he eats the woman’s pussy like a starved man, and despite that, he still towers over her. He’s clearly a tall man, and I don’t care how long I have to sit here; I’ll stay until I see him at his full height.
His broad shoulders barely fit between her spread thighs, and for a moment, I contemplate just how desperate one would have to be to yank the woman off the love seat and take her place. I bet he wouldn’t even skip a beat.
I watch him work her pussy, his mouth closing over her clit as he pushes his fingers deep inside her core. Her back arches off the seat, and I become mesmerized.
I need it.
I need to feel the way his fingers work my body, how his tongue flicks over my clit as his lips close over me. God, I need it like I need the air I breathe.
My pussy throbs with every stroke of his tongue over her, but those eyes. Good God, his eyes! I’ve never been captivated like this before. My chest heaves, matching the tempo of his tongue stroking her clit.
He doesn’t stop watching me, watching how his stare alone has me squirming on this lounge, and when I clench my thighs and grip the neckline of my blouse, his eyes seem to burn like molten lava, spurring me on.
Does he want this? Does he want me to touch myself?
My thighs clench again, and this time, I slide my hand down from the neckline of my blouse and over the curve of my breastbefore lingering on my waist, the touch sending fire soaring through my veins.
His fingers plunge deeper into her, and as his wrist rotates, I can only imagine the way that would feel inside of me, the way his fingers would curl and massage my walls. I need to experience it for myself, need to feel the way he’d work me.
The woman groans, and I groan right along with her.
I’ve never seen anything so erotic, and without a doubt, it has everything to do with the heat in his dark eyes.
My hands roam over my body. My waist. My hip. My breasts. When I can’t take the throbbing a moment longer, my hand plunges between my legs. My short black skirt gives me immediate access to my core. My fingers brush over my exposed clit and I suck in a gasp, never having been so happy with my decision to forego underwear tonight.
I’m soaked. Completely ready for him.
That fire in his eyes intensifies, and my heart races faster. I’ve never wanted a man the way I want him. Never felt this rush of desperation.
I need him inside me. I need to feel him. I need to smell him. I need to see the way he comes undone when he slams inside my cunt.
My fingers roll over my needy clit as my eyes roll. God, this is good, but I need more. So much more.
Leaning back against the lounge, I tip my head back and let out a soft moan as I imagine his fingers on my body, then feeling the intensity of his stare on my cunt, I slowly spread my thighs and show him exactly what I’m doing. And the moment I do, his eyes blaze with fire.
A shiver sails down my spine, and I watch as he releases the woman’s thigh, using his free hand to dive down to his groin, and I can’t tear my greedy gaze away as he hastily releases his massive, thick cock from the confines of his black pants.
My jaw drops, and I suck in a breath. Even from across the room I can see how fucking magnificent he is. There’s no way I’d even be able to close my fingers around him, but damn it, I’m going to try.
This delicious stranger grips the base of his impressive cock and slowly works his fist up and down, and fuck, I’ve never been so jealous. I want to be the one giving him that pleasure. I want to be the one that brings him to his knees.
My hips jolt as my fingers work my clit, but it’s not enough, and seeing the way he works himself as he watches me spurs me on. My pussy clenches, desperate for relief, and I drop my fingers lower before slowly pushing them inside.
I groan as my other hand grips my breast, gently squeezing. My head tips back again, the intense pleasure pulsing through my veins and threatening to finish me off, but I’m not nearly done, and I’ll fuck myself with my fingers for the rest of my life if it means staying right here and basking in this consuming moment.
My fingers work my pussy, splitting inside of me and massaging my walls as my thumb reaches back for my clit. I press down and roll gentle circles, knowing all too well that if I were to go too fast, I’d explode into a million pieces.
My hips flex, and my body squirms with undeniable pleasure, but nothing is getting me hotter than the way this silver fox watches me as he works his fist up and down his thick cock. The intensity of his eyes is too much, but I’m no quitter, and I’m sure as fuck not going to look away.
He doesn’t stop working himself, his fist stroking all the way to his tip, and I watch the way he does it, committing how he likes it to memory, knowing damn well I’ll be repeating those very movements on him later tonight.
The woman squirms and groans, her hips grinding as he fucks her with his mouth and fingers. Then not a moment later,she comes hard and fast. And honestly, I’m not surprised. No woman would be able to hold back from that.
