Page 62 of Vicious Vows

“Odin, I need more,” I pant. “I need to touch you.”

He rolls us, so I’m on top of him. “Just this once.”

I nod, moving to unbutton his shirt. He groans when I rub my hands over the light dusting of hair on his chest. His body is a work of art, and I voice my thought right before I lean forward, kissing his nipple. Knowing this is my only shot, I unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. He arches into me as I slip my hand into his underwear, cupping him.

“If tonight is my only shot, then I want to give you a blow job.” Even saying the words sends a jolt of pleasure right to my core. “I’ve never done it before, so you might have to tell me what to do.”

“Skatten min,” he groans. “I will show you what to do.”

“Skatten min,” I echo back. “What does that mean?”

“My treasure.”

Heat surges through me as I free his cock from his pants. He’s so big—bigger than Kristopher by at least two inches. What if I can’t make him feel good?

“Like this,” he says, showing me how to grip him. “Do that until I’m hard.”

“You’re not hard now?”

His chuckle is deep. “No.”

Oh, sweet Jesus. Have I gotten myself into something I won’t be able to handle? But, like a good girl, I move my hand up and down his shaft until he’s hard. Pre-cum glistens on the tip and I lean forward, licking it.

“You taste good,” I murmur, licking him again.

His hand weaves through my hair, pushing me closer to his cock. “Open your mouth,skatten min.”

I do. He guides his cock into my mouth, groaning.

“Fuck. Now, bob your head up and down.” His grip tightens, making my scalp burn where he pulls. “Don’t worry if you gag.”

I’m not sure what he means. Slowly, I bob my head, taking more of him into my mouth. When he touches the back of my throat, I gag and try to pull back, but he holds me in place. Our gazes meet and my eyes widen. Oh. This is what he meant. I nod once and his grip loosens as I pull back. The next time I know what to expect, but still gag. He pushes me down further, making tears leak from my eye. I swallow and he mutters more words in Norwegian as he slips further into my mouth.

“Do that again,skatten min.”

I do, panicking when I can’t breathe for a moment. I try to pull back, but he stops me.

“Eyes on me, baby girl.” He inhales through his nose. “Like this. Understand?”

I nod and try. I still feel like I can’t breathe, but the look of pleasure on his face has me swallowing again.

“Skatten min, you’re making your Daddy feel so good.” His hips flex. “I want to paint your throat with my cum. Will you let me do that?”

I hum, nodding. Holding my head in place, he fucks my mouth, thrusting a few times before stilling. My name is on his lips as he comes. I swallow every last drop. His grip loosens on my head, and I lift, wiping my mouth.

His chest rises and falls as he looks somewhere over my shoulder.

“Odin?”

“Give me a moment, baby girl.”

He pats the spot next to him. I move, lying next to him. He wraps his arm around me, pulling my back against his chest.

“What did you say?”

He asks, “Say?”

“When you left the party.”

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