Page 20 of The Vow

A surprised gurgle from her throat told him she wasn’t too used to this. He smiled.

He looked down. “Aww fuck Princess, I get such a pretty view down your top from here.” He looked and he really did. Her squatting at his cock, in her pure white tennis dress, she even had fucking frilly socks on. He reached one hand down while he kept thrusting into her throat.

“Get those tits out, I want to watch them bounce as I fuck your throat.” She let out a little noise but didn’t move her hands from his waist. So he yanked the zip down on her tennis dress. It revealed a sports bra, pushing her boobs together but otherwise was immovable.

“Fuck, I want to fuck those titties, get them all wet…” he trailed off. This was meant to be a one and done. Fuck, there wouldn’t be another day. Alright, he mentally shook himself, he had to focus on the now.

“You suck dick like a fucking thirsty little whore, you know that?” he slurred.

She liked it, she sucked harder, more hungrily, she was putting everything into this. Carmelo was having to breathe deeply now to control himself.

“I bet you’re fucking and sucking your way around all the frat houses of your fancy little University, aren’t you, you slutty little Princess?” He loved letting his tongue loose like this. It got him riled up. He didn’t care if she was or wasn’t, it was none of his business, he was getting caught up in this dirty fantasy.

Seemed it was doing the same to her, too. She was making little needy noises.

“You pretend to be a dutiful little mafia gangster’s daughter, doing what your daddy says, looking pretty and respectable and acting like the fucking beacon of purity. But really you’ve got your legs open wide, begging to be filled, haven’t you, my hungry little cum dump?”

She let out a cry around his cock, she loved what he was saying.

Her eyes were closed, watering at the impact of him in her throat. He put the other hand of his on the side of her head and howled. He took an ungainly step forward, she was knocked off her feet and onto her butt, he crouched a little to adjust the angle and slammed himself into her mouth.

And then he came.

He felt it explode out from his cock. And he pumped himself into her mouth. She spluttered and choked as his cum shot out like a geyser. She couldn’t swallow fast enough and spat some of it back out. It dribbled down her chin as she spluttered and gasped. He straightened up and held her head to his thigh.

“Fuck, Princess,” Carmelo could only slur out. He opened his eyes and took her in. His sense of hearing returned first, then his sight. Things looked fucking vibrant though, like he was high, the walls were breathing, the colors were popping.

He felt jubilant. He felt like punching the air and whooping out loud. He felt like jumping for joy. He felt like fucking kissing her. He shook his head, trying to clear the fog.

She sat on her butt on the floor, knees bent, legs splayed, a shy but smug smile on her wet lips.

“Oh my fucking God, Princess,” he let out, and let his back bang into the wall behind him as he slid down onto the floor, sliding his boxers and trousers back up at the same time, then sitting next to her.

And he looked at her. Really looked at her.

“Fuck, that wasn’t… I was meant to be showing you a good time and instead you’ve just given me one of the best fucking orgasms of my life-”

She raised one eyebrow and started wiping her lips with a finger.

He took the opportunity to lunge forwards and grab her. He went in at her waist, and lifted her up. She gasped but her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively.

“Carmelo!” she gasped, her hands holding onto his shoulders.

“Save it, Princess,” he said, and bumped her bum down on the desk.

“Wh-what?” she stammered.

He put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her body down so she was lying on the desk.

“Lay back, and let me show you what a bad boy likes to do to good little girls with an attitude.”

He flipped her little white skirt up, ignored her gasp, and came face to face with white panties. Big, sports panties, almost hotpants. She had been about to play tennis. He didn’t hesitate, he slipped his two fingers under them and felt his way towards her hot, wet pussy. Oh God, it beckoned him, it called to him, his fingers slid over the silk-soft, warm tender skin, feeling the dip of soft skin calling him home. He pushed slightly.

And she froze. Completely. No noise from her throat. No movement from her hips to greet him, to push him in further and welcome him into her. If anything, a subtle flinch away from her hips and she retreated inside of herself. Not with him, there, suddenly.

And he knew, at that moment. Shewasa virgin. She hadn’t been touched before. She hadn’t been fucked before. He knew it, like he knew his own name, he was sure, no one else had touched her there before.

He didn’t say anything out loud. He looked at her, into her beautiful brown, suddenly vulnerable eyes. She was silently begging him not to stop, not to say, not to call her out for it.

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