Page 106 of Vengeful Vows

The eagerness in his voice almost sets me off. I dig my nails into my palms as the scent of my impending orgasm lingers in the air.

I moan when his thumb returns to my oversensitive clit, and he rolls it with precisely timed grinds.

One expert twang has my shoulders endeavoring to meet and my eyes rolling. I’m so close to the edge, so hot and raw, that I lose all sense of control after a handful more rotations.

His name tears from my throat as an uproar of devastation and elation rips through my body. My toes curl as a shake I’ll never fear hands over the control of my body, its relinquish of the reins swift and without hesitation.

Just as the shudders making me a quivering, blubbering mess slowly surrender, Ark’s mouth is on me. He devours my pussy with greedy licks and powerful sucks until I’m unsure if my climax is everlasting or if I am on the verge of orgasming again.

I’m almost certain it is a new one, but it is hard to tell.

It is intense. Blinding.

It makes me moan as if I am possessed.

But Ark never relents. He eats me until stars explode before my eyes and my nails claw at the bedding, desperate for something to cling to.

I lose all sense of control when he answers their private pleas. In a movement too quick for my heart to register, he pulls down my hand, rakes it through his sweat-damp hair, then sucks my clit into his mouth with so much power that my hips vault off the mattress.

I come with a cry, my climax toe-curling and immediate.

“Oh…” I moan, stunned by the power of the shivers racking through my body. I’m tugging on Ark’s hair too firmly, screaming like I’m fighting for my life, but Ark can’t get enough.

His growls as he licks, bites, and sucks me prolong the length of my orgasm.

My core spasms as sparks erupt around us.

It is such a beautiful moment I can’t help the handful of tears that trickle down my cheeks and puddle around my ears.

Mercifully, this time, Ark doesn’t see them as a bad thing.

He’s just as moved by our exchange as I am, just as besieged.

His smile announces this, not to mention how he uses my hand to mop up any of my arousal left on his kiss-swollen lips before he lowers it to his bulky leather belt.

He wants my hands on him, and I’m more than a willing participant with his plan.

My legs feel like Jell-O when I crawl across the bed to assist Ark in undressing. I work on his belt as he undoes the buttons of his crisp midnight-black business shirt.

The stark material falls off his shoulders with a whoosh as the grind of his zipper lowering doubles the output of my heart.

He is such a beautiful man. Washboard abs, defined pecs, and the desirable V muscle all women imagine while idolizing their ideal man. I could climax just looking at him, and the press of my thighs can’t hide this.

“Go slow,” Ark pleads after toeing off his shoes and kicking them and his trousers to the side.

I nod before wetting my lips, my mouth suddenly parched.

This is scary for him, but you wouldn’t know it for how thick and long his cock is. It stands between us tall and proud, as jutted as the honor that fills my chest when he doesn’t balk from me gently wrapping my hand around his shaft.

I could have started elsewhere, but if I want to switch his fears to desires, I need the sparks to turn into dynamite and his shakes to shift to shudders of lust.

He feels heavy in my hand when I drag it to the base of his cock and gently increase my pressure. I jack my hand up and down a handful of times in small, defined pumps before returning it to the crown.

Air hisses between his teeth when my thumb instinctively rolls over the slit to gather a droplet of pre-cum pooled there. It switches to a moan when I use it as lubricant to quicken my strokes.

I’m desperate to taste him again when a handful of pumps have a second salty drop beading at the end of his big cock, but I need to see his eyes, so I can’t.

I have to guide him through this as well as he guided me through the realization that sex isn’t dirty.

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