Page 42 of The Vow

“No one has said no to you because they are afraid of your family, of your daddy. Well, let me tell you princess, I’m not afraid.” He licked his lips, the only sign of slight impatience and eagerness he showed. “That’s it, feel it building…”

He sat in front of her, facing her, kneeling just like she was. He quirked up one side of his smile and palmed his bulging groin. “Feels good for me, too, Princess,” he slurred, drinking her in with his eyes.

“It hurts.” She winced.

“It doesn’t hurt, let it come, breathe, Princess, feel it. That spot you’re scared to put it, that place you’re scared to go, go there.”

She let out a squeak and her mouth dropped open.

“I’m here, I’ve got you,” he added, surprising himself.

“Burns…” she gasped.

He smiled. “Yeah, that’s the flames of womanhood taking you in, Princess. That fire, you will yield it for the rest of your life. That passion, let it find you, feed you, drive you. Let it in, Princess. Do you want more?” he asked.

She had forgotten his phone was in her hands, the app controlling the device. She gulped, and put a finger to the screen.

And yes, she felt it. A new rhythm, a higher intensity. Now they were in the quiet room, she could hear a very discreet little buzzing.

“Oh.” Her lips opened and a sound slipped out. “So intense.” She gasped a breathy, pure, desperate gasp of need and Carmelo seemed to struggle again with his self-control.

“Yeah, feels good, huh? Do it, and people won’t fear your daddy anymore, they’ll fear you. And the power you yield. Come, my little slutty Princess, come on, you want this, grind yourself on that vibrator and come like the greedy little whore you are.” He resorted to dirty talk, licking his lips. “Like the fucking world’s ending Lena, all that exists is you and this big black hole and you’re going to explode it into a fucking supernova.”

She took in a sudden sharp breath and her eyes snapped shut.

“Create stars, Princess,” he said, palming himself, his own breath catching on his lips.

She’d never been looked at like that before. Like something to be desired. Yes, people looked at her with respect, awe, fear. She was the eldest daughter of a mafia don, of course she commanded obedience. Or they looked at her like she was a china doll, pretty, delicate. To be handled with care. But like a woman, to be desired, cherished, pleasured? To be spanked and squeezed and pulled and held? No. She had not experienced that before.

And she felt all of those things now. He was staring unabashedly at her, with pleasure and delight on his face. Like he was watching a trailer for a long-awaited film. Or an old favorite. Pure joy in his eyes.

“Yes,” Carmelo said. His hand disappearing inside his boxers now. His cock popped out the top, they were awkwardly half tucked under his balls but he didn’t seem to mind. He began to jack himself off, watching her, feasting off her. Pure enjoyment written on his features.

She turned it up higher.

She could hear herself screaming. It felt like pleasure was being drilled into her. Like she was getting a piercing herself. Something foreign was invading and it hurt but felt good, too. It meant everything stopped. In her mind, her racing thoughts, her future plans, her ambitions and worries, they all melted away and she was reduced to a simpler state of being. Just feeling. Feeling utter intense pleasure.

She reached out, she couldn’t sit up straight by herself. She had to hold on. Her body was shaking. Trying to pull away and yet teasing itself by riding harder. She felt his warm body, his arms around her shoulders. His chest. His scent filled her nose.

She let him in. Let all her senses absorb him. Let herself finally, finally fall.

She came.

Hard.

So hard it hurt. Her body spasming in a way she didn’t know it could. So hard she knew those little pinging feelings she’d felt before Carmelo, they weren’t orgasms. This was something else. This was primeval. This was almost scary it was so powerful, but he held her and rocked her against his thigh and wrought every last spasm out of her.

Carmelo

God this was so much better.

Here she was trembling and shrieking through what was undoubtedly her first orgasm, or at least her first big one, right in his lap. Her arms around his neck, collapsed against his chest, grinding on his thigh. Clearly on the edge of pain with how pleasurable it felt for her. Suffering so sweetly. And the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. This was enough. Not enough, that was the wrong word, it implied it just about satiated him. No, this was more than enough, this was better.

Carmelo had a history of getting more than enough of his fair share of pleasure. The MC had introduced him to group sex and he hadn’t looked back. He wasn’t happy unless he had multiple women’s tits in his face, mouths on his body and both of his hands stroking a warm, wet cunt.

And this, in comparison, was nowhere near as extreme. But it was better. It didn’t even compare, they didn’t even stand up next to each other in terms of the power of the experience, the intensity of how he felt inside.

A groan from his chest brought him out of his head. He pulled his hand out from his boxers. He was still raging hard but happy to enjoy feeling so aroused, so needy, without chasing the release for a moment.

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