Page 3 of Love's Faithful Vow

“Donovan, can I ask you a question?” She whispered, and I could hear the uncertainty in her voice. I nodded and tried to calm her nerves with a look of encouragement. “Do you remember asking me out to dinner all those years ago?”

I smiled and knew that she was mine. “Yes, I remember. How could I ever forget?”

“You were a freshman, I believe. So young, so full of potential. And swagger, if I remember correctly.”

“My youthful swagger and potential didn’t stop you from turning me down, though. You put me in my place back then, Professor Parker, and if I can let you in on a little secret, let me just say that I was then, and am not, completely under your spell and happy to be there.”

Her face brightened, and she seemed to relax enough to gather the courage to continue. I found her shyness to be most adorable. “I’ve thought many times over the years about what would’ve happened if I’d said yes.”

“So have I. What were your conclusions?”

“Oh, I don’t know. What do you think?”

There was that shyness again. “If you really want to know, I’ll tell you. Though this may not be the place to discuss it either. Some things should be in a more intimate setting.”

“More intimate than this? There’s almost no one here, other than that elderly couple and the employees.”

“Well, if all goes well, when I tell you what I’ve imagined all these years, you might want me to show you.”

“Show me?” she asked, with barely a whisper.

“Yes, Ella. Show you how much I want you. Show you what I’ve been dreaming of doing to you all these years. To cherish your body the way you deserve. I mean, I could shove these plates out of the way and throw your luscious ass across this table and take you right now, but I don’t think any of these fine people in the establishment would appreciate me fucking your brains out in front of them.”

She gulped, but a faint smile crossed her face. She was mine!

I paid for our meals in record time, and we ran out of the joint faster than two horny teenagers leaving prom and heading to a hotel for the night. I was grateful she lived only a few miles from the diner, or we would have been forced to make love in the car, just like those teenagers. Parking the car in front of her house, she glanced at me, perhaps wondering if I’d changed my mind. I grabbed her chin and pulled her mouth to mine. Our lips touched gently for a moment. Her sweet softness felt good against my mouth, and I wondered briefly what other parts of her body could be that wonderful.

Suddenly, her tongue darted into my mouth with such ferocity that I fell backwards against the seat. Because I’d wrapped my arms around her waist just a moment before, this caused her to fall forward onto me. I wanted her on my cock, so I pulled her as hard as I could, but she jerked back into place immediately. “Fucking seatbelt,” she said, clicking the latch and climbing onto my lap, straddling me in the passenger’s seat. Her mouth returned to mine, and I thought she meant to consume me. I didn’t mind.

Before the kiss got out of control, I pulled myself away from her. “Baby, I don’t want to fuck you in this car. I want to take my time and service you the way you deserve. As much as it pains me to say it, I need you to stop at least long enough for us to get into the house.”

Her hand plunged between our bodies and wrapped itself around my thick cock as it pulsated with desire for her. “Do you really think you can walk to the door with that thing as stiff as it is? Please, baby! My pussy is dripping for you. Let’s do it now. Just take me one time, right here, right now, and then I’ll let you do anything else you want to do to me all day long.”

She grabbed my hand and lifted her skirt, allowing me access to her panties. I’d thought I was the one in control of the situation, but I realized at that moment that I was definitely not. She was leading the way. She shoved my hand into her panties, pressing my fingers into her wetness. Her slick juices gushed onto me, and something primal took over. Her hands deftly worked on unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, while I nearly ripped the fabric of her panties from her body. In a moment, she mounted me and lowered herself onto my stiff cock with a grunt. She arched her back to press against me as I filled her completely. She rocked back and forth on me as I sat underneath her, powerless to move and terrified that she’d stop.

I wrapped my hands around her waist to guide her as she expertly rode me, but all my attempts to assert control were useless. She was using my body to satisfy her lust, and all I could do was hold on tight. I felt her orgasm building as quick, brief spasms in her body built into great crescendos with each thrust of her hips that brought me deeper and harder into her wet pussy. I’d somehow rent her shirt to the side and clamp my teeth onto her nipple. Even through the fabric of her bra, it was hard as a rock and responded to my gently tugging.

Her hands scratched at my back, which I was certain was covered in blood from the way she clawed at me as she came. Lowered herself onto me hard, she drew every ounce of essence from me as we reached ecstasy together.

When her body stopped shaking, she collapsed on top of me, and we held each other tightly until our breathing returned to normal. It was only then that she climbed off of me and back into the driver’s seat. I only then noticed that the car was still running. “So, you said that you’d let me do anything I want to you the rest of the day. Did you mean that?” I asked.

She turned off the car and jerked the keys out of the ignition. “Well, now that we’ve taken care of that stiffness between your legs, you may be able to walk into my house. Care to find out if I meant it or not?”

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Ella

Wespentthenextfew hours in and out of bed. I think we were both grateful around lunchtime that I’d been to the grocery store the day before so there was actually food in the house. I’d been in the habit of eating out most often, so having something to make a meal was actually a treat.

Still, I had no known culinary skills, but at least we had the makings of sandwiches and a few cans of soup. We wouldn’t starve. Periodically, he’d have text notifications come in on his phone, but he didn’t look at them. It’s like once he was here with me, the outside world did not exist. It didn’t for me either. Or, at least I didn’t want it to. The sound of his phone, and mine reminded me it did actually exist. We still didn’t know what was going on at the school, but I’d received no messages alerting me when it was time to go back to answer questions from the officers.

After one of the messages Donovan received, his expression changed from disinterest to slight agitation. “Although we don’t know each other very well, I can tell something is wrong with you. Want to talk about it?”

He shook his head and said, “I don’t want to get you involved in something that has the potential to go really bad, really fast.”

“Donovan, I have loved you for years now, though I never thought we could ever be together. Please, don’t shut me out now.”

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