Page 68 of The Vow

She was relaxing, he pushed slowly, glancing down between them. His piercing looked so fucking incredible against her swollen pink lips, the sight of it had him groaning. And then his head wasn’t visible anymore, it had popped inside of her and his cock was sinking in, a fraction of an inch at a time.

“Oh my fucking God, oh my fucking fuck… Lena you’re so fucking perfect, you know that?” He sighed, kissing her face.

She winced. “You’re too big, it won’t fit, I-”

“Shhh. It will, you’ll stretch to accommodate me. You will take me, Lena. That’s not a threat, that’s a guarantee. We got all night, Lena, we got forever, let it adjust-”

She whimpered. “I don’t understand how this works, I can’t move anywhere! I thought I could grind-”

“You will, Princess, fuck me, the thought of you grinding your tight little pussy on my cock is going to finish me too soon.”

“Is it okay to you? Does it feel normal? I mean, do I feel okay?” she muttered, her eyes closed now.

Carmelo wanted to laugh but knew that wouldn’t go down well. “Normal? Okay? Fuck, Lena, you feel epic. You feel supersonic, you feel like the best fucking thing in this universe.”

She opened her eyes.

“Don’t close them again, Lena, Princess, look straight at me,” Carmelo said softly. And he loved the way she blinked but otherwise fixed her dark brown eyes on him fully trusting him, cautious yet letting him carry her, catch her, take her.

“Okay, I’m going to fuck you now, Princess. I’m going to make love to you, and I’m not going to stop unless you ask me to,” he said.

“Yes, Carmelo, yes,” she breathed.

He put one hand to her throat and held her while his lips devoured her, but then pulled away and took his hand off her throat. “Lie back on the table, good girl.” His hands grasped her upper thighs, around his hips, and he watched as slowly, gingerly, lowered herself onto her elbows.

She winced as his cock, still inside her, pushed against her at the change of position. “Carmelo, it hurts, I’m not sure-”

He bent forward, following her down, keeping his hands on her hips, and then he thrusted.

She let out a deep, guttural gasp. Her hands went around his neck, reaching for him, holding him tight.

Carmelo was trying his absolute hardest to hold on. He thrust again, a solid, deep, merciless thrust.

She whimpered, her eyelids fluttered closed but she snapped them open again.

“Good girl, such a fucking good girl, aren’t you?” Carmelo let his mouth run, let the dirty words spill out, he let himself go. God, it felt good. Finally letting himself run free after all those months. He needed this, his body, every cell within him, needed to love. To love hard, and deep and often. He couldn’t deny himself any longer. He wouldn’t deny himself ever again. And she was letting him, embracing him, begging him. It was fucking perfect, she was fucking perfect, and he wanted this forever. He wanted her forever.

“Yeah, show me how good you can be. Take my cock. Take it deep, first and last in your pussy, Princess.”

It was better than the meaningless sex with the girls at the club, it was better than the buzz he got from working hard, better than anything he’d ever known in his life. She was running right alongside him, free from everything else in that moment, solely surrendering to him, surrendering something that was precious and special, a unique gift to him. He hadn’t realized it would be such a beautiful thing. The pleasure was phenomenal, yes, but it ran deeper, it had roots, and those roots had already grown in and around his bones. Carmelo hadn’t realized it. Those roots twisted through his organs and had melded with his veins and she was already a part of him. He’d be broken and bleeding without her. He’d be nothing, he’d be dead, he’d stop existing because she was already the life blood inside him. And this wasn’t just her first time. This was his first time, too. His first time feeling this present, this totally involved, entwined, caught up in this moment of giving and receiving release. Sex was sex but this wasn’t just sex. He knew it and she knew it and they were both in a fuck load of trouble but none of that mattered now because the only thing that mattered was them both and that moment.

She curled lower onto the table now, letting go of his neck, relaxing into it a little. She, in fact, spread her arms out on either side of her, her dark hair pooled around her. Carmelo couldn’t believe his luck. The most beautiful woman in the world was dressed in a tight-as-fuck white lace corset with her virgin pussy squeezing his cock for everything he had. Warm and soft and welcoming, trusting and alluring and beautiful. Fierce and ruthless and independent. And his. All fucking his. He was marrying her tonight, he was bedding her and he was going to come inside her and his cum was going to be wetting the gusset of her pretty white lace corset and dripping down her thigh.

And he wanted to do that every night for the rest of his life. Just her, just this, just them.

Shit, he was getting close. His thrusts got faster. At this angle he was hitting her G spot and she’d probably never felt that like this before. He took one hand off her hip and put his thumb on her clit. God it was wet, he stroked gently and her eyes snapped shut. She started screaming. A solid, high pitched scream, and she launched herself upwards to cling to his neck again.

“Yeah,” Carmelo could only stammer as Lena clawed at his neck and hunched up close to his chest. He stood upright now, Lena fully in his arms as she rocked and climaxed against him. And, inevitably, Carmelo felt himself fall, too. He felt everything go tight, his face almost hurt as he grimaced so hard and then… bliss. He released himself into her, again, and again and again. Pushing deep, ensuring he was fully in, ensuring his cum was spilling deep inside her.

“Oh my-”

“-fucking holy fuck,” Carmelo finished for her.

He was panting, sucking in air like he’d sprinted, his body on fire with everything. Lactic acid, adrenaline, dopamine, serotonin… fuck. He pulled away to look at her face. She had tears on her cheek.

He felt his breath tumble out of him, along with his soul. It was hers. Fuck it, it was all hers from the beginning. “Princess, I’m sorry if it hurt-” he barely managed to croak, and wiped her tears with his fingers, catching them gently.

She clung onto him with such trust, such innocence. Like a child, like an animal, just knowing she was safe in his arms, willing to let him lead her wherever. “No, it’s not that, I just… I’m just…”

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