Page 52 of Of Vows and Betrayal

“I want you so much.” I nip at her neck, my hands still playing with her breasts. “Let me look at you.” With difficulty, I let her go, taking a couple of steps back, and I let my eyes wander down her body.

Small, high breasts, her dusky nipples already standing up proudly.

Pushing her dress over her hips, I take in the rest of her. Tiny waist, narrow hips. Under the satin of her blackpanties, I eye her mound. Reaching out, I brush my fingers over it. “Does me touching you here scare you?” There is a dampness against the satin already. I lift my eyes, gauging her reaction to my touch.

She shakes her head. “No, I want more. I want all of you. I—” Her words cut off as I cup her in my hand and grind the heel of my palm against her clit. “Oh!”

“You are beautiful,” I whisper, continuing to rub her until she’s so wet she’s soaking her panties.

I want to sink into her, my hard cock begging against the zipper of my pants, but I grab her hand, and with my heart pounding in my chest, I take her to my bedroom.

I stop by the bed. Once her knees brush the mattress, I slip my hand into her panties, touching her for the first time. Teasing her entrance with my fingers, I whisper, “You were made for me,” as I gently ease a finger inside her.

She moans, her legs shaking at the sudden intrusion as she leans into me, her breath hot on my shoulder through my shirt. Her small hands come up to grip my shoulders to steady herself.

She is a perfect contradiction. Fierce but soft, and I love every part of her.

Bringing my glistening finger to my lips, I catch her eyes and smile before slipping the finger between my lips, sucking it dry.

“Mmm.” I let my eyes close as the taste of her explodes in my mouth. “You are all vanilla and sunshine. I’m going to enjoy tongue fucking you.”

Her eyes widen. “What?”

Closing my hands on her shoulders, I give her a gentlepush. She falls back onto the bed, bouncing slightly on the mattress.

I discard my shirt and jeans in record time, probably popping a few buttons along the way. I just need her—it’s a visceral need, like breathing. It should scare me, but right now, I can’t think of anything other than tasting her again and getting lost in the beautiful music of her moans of pleasure.

Hooking her under the knees, I drag her to the edge of the bed, yank off her panties, and toss them to the floor. I pull her legs up over my shoulders and lick my way up her folds.

She lets out a cry of pleasure as I start to suck at her clit before going down and introducing my tongue to her tight wetness, in and out, like I will do with my cock.

My thumb brushes against her clit. I want more of those little moans. I want to hear them change to screams of pleasure, and I want her juices coating my face. It’s only then that I’ll be able to really sink into her, making us both see heaven.

God, I want that, I want her. I never want to let her go—everything else be damned.

“You like this, don’t you?” Flattening my tongue, I lap at her folds.

“Yes, Javier, god, yes.” She reaches for my head, her blunt nails scraping my scalp.

She’s turned on, but she hasn’t orgasmed yet. She will soon, though, and the moment she does, I will take her. In an ideal world, I would take more time, but I can’t wait and based on her shameless begging, neither can she.

I look up for a second at the way her body is flushed, her chest heaving with rapid breathing, and for a moment, I feel like a superhero bringing her pleasure instead of the villain destroying her life.

“No, don’t stop, please.”

“Don’t worry, beautiful. I’m just getting started.” Bringing my mouth back to her swollen lips, I close her thighs around my ears and start eating her out like a starved man. My slurps and small groans are soon drowned out by her moans and cries.

Each one of them makes me throb even more.

Her nails dig deeper into my scalp, and I smile against her wetness. This is it. She is fighting her orgasm.

I reach down, freeing myself from my boxers and squeeze my steel-hard cock in my fist.

Finally, her thighs begin to tremble. She arches her back and shouts my name as her orgasm takes her.

With my hand still on her clit, I climb over her body, shoving my boxers down farther as I lower myself over her. Drawing her knee over my hips, I edge forward. The thick head of my cock pushes into her swollen heat.

I inch in slowly, and it feels like the hardest challenge of my life. She feels even better than I thought she would, and I know that even if her father were to end my life tomorrow, it would be worth it just for a night with her.

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