Page 114 of Before Broken Vows
The pressure in my core coils, and I don't know how much longer my body can take all this pleasure without a release.
"Come for me, Stassi," he demands. "Now."
That's all I need.
I explode.
My orgasm rips through me with a force I've never felt. Bright white stars flash across my eyes and I scream his name. My whole body shakes as my vaginal walls squeeze tightly around his shaft. I feel him groan and curse.
"Fuck—" he growls, slowing slightly to let me ride it out. "Goddamn, Stassi."
I'm still gasping, trembling, bound and ruined beneath him when he finally stills.
He brushes hair from my forehead, kissing my cheek and asks in a low tone, "You okay?"
I nod, panting, trying to bring my vision back into focus. "Perfect. That was… fucking perfect."
"I'm not done," he says, and the way his voice drops makes my stomach flip.
He unties my wrists, rubbing them gently, kissing each one.
"Hands and knees. Now."
My body obeys before my brain does. I roll over slowly, my legs shaky, my arms braced against the sheets as I raise my ass for him.
I hear him reach into the drawer and the sound of the cap snapping open.
Lube.
I moan softly, knowing exactly what he's after. I spread my knees a little wider.
"You know what I'm going to do, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir."
"And?"
"I want it. Please."
He groans. "God, I love you like this."
A cold slickness touches my backside, and I gasp. His fingers work the lube in gently, taking his time. He circles my rim with one finger, then presses in slowly.
I exhale.
"Breathe through it," he says, kissing my lower back. "You take it so well, baby."
I force myself to relax and don't pull away.
"That's it," he soothes. "You're doing so good for me."
He works one finger in and out.
"Who do you do this with?" he asks.
"Only you, Sir," I moan.
"Fuck, that's right. I'm the only one who gets this. This tight little ass. This perfect body."
