Page 101 of Brutal Vows
He starts to speak in Gaelic, a hot stream of words I don’t understand, but adore listening to. It’s a beautiful language, musical and lilting, but with a hard edge that also makes it sound masculine and sexy as hell.
Just as I’m about to come again, he rolls onto his back, taking me with him. Breathing hard and sweating, I stare down at him in hazy surprise.
His fingers digging into the flesh of my hips, he looks up at me with blazing eyes and orders, “Fuck that cock, baby. Ride me and make yourself come.”
I almost pass out from excitement.
Leaning over, I plant my hands on his strong chest and balance myself as I bounce up and down on his thick shaft. He feels incredible. I’m stuffed with his cock, full to overflowing, and I love it more than I should.
I love it more than anything.
I’ll worry about that later, but for now, I’m having the time of my life. This iswaybetter than any of my toys could ever be.
My eyes slide shut. My lips part. When I dig my fingernails into his chest and release a breathless low moan, he laughs.
It’s a gravelly sound. One full of pleasure.
“You’re perfect. Look at you, my beautiful wife. Jesus, these tits.”
He reaches up and engulfs them in his big hands, squeezing andfondling them as I rock back and forth, grinding my clit against his pelvis. He pinches both my nipples at the same time, and my grinding grows more frantic.
When he sits up, grabbing me around the waist to steady me as he latches onto my nipple with his wonderful hot mouth, it forces his cock even deeper inside me.
My grinding turns frenzied. I start to buck and groan, pulling on his hair.
He bites my nipple, and I come, screaming.
Holding me tightly with his arms wrapped around my waist, he thrusts into me with short, hard snaps of his hips as my pussy clenches around his cock. He throbs inside me, a pulsing, rigid invader, stretching me wide.
I don’t realize I’m sobbing his name over and over until he growls hotly, “Fucking hell, woman, keep crying my name like that, and you’ll make me come.”
I don’t know what makes me do it. It’s not a rational decision. It just bursts out, blurted from ecstasy and some kind of dark, primal need.
“Yes come inside me please please pleaselet me feel you come!”
Hearing me beg like that unleashes something in him. He was carnal before, but now he’s an absolute animal, snarling like a hungry beast set free from a cage.
In a move so fast, it makes me dizzy, he flips me onto my back again, throws my legs up so my ankles are hooked over his shoulders, then fucks me hard and fast, leaning over me with locked arms and wild eyes, his teeth bared as he plunges into me.
“Quinn! Oh God!”
He swallows my cries, crushing his mouth to mine and groaning into it as his body shudders and heaves. I feel him throb deep inside me. He jerks, biting my lips.
Then he throws his head back and groans at the ceiling as he makes one final hard thrust and empties himself inside me.
He’s beautiful. God, he’s so beautiful like this, sweaty and straining, his entire body clenched. I wish I could take a picture to look at later so I won’t forget a single detail.
A wave of emotion hits me hard, squeezing my lungs and stealing my breath. I turn my head and close my eyes, bracing against it, but it doesn’t help. I still feel it all.
Everything inside me aches and burns. All the cells in my body are screaming.
And they’re screaming the same thing:
Quinn.
Quinn.
Quinn.
