Page 57 of Ruined Vows

Her big eyes look up at me as my huge cock disappears into her mouth while she squeezes my balls.

My body starts to shake with how good it feels. Even though she’s the one on her knees, I know who the fuck is topping who. Not that I give a good goddamn. Unlike some guys at the club, I only do the dom shit if a woman’s into it. I have a feeling going along with whatever Kira’s got up her sleeve, if she even knows, is going to be a whole helluva lot more fun.

She sucks me like a goddamn Hoover as I guide her head back and forth with my hand in her hair. Oh, holy Jesusfuck, it’s never felt so goddamn good to have a woman’s mouth on my cock, I fuckin’ swear.

I’m lightheaded; all the blood in my body’s headed south so fast.

When she finally pulls off, a mixture of saliva and precum drip from the edge of her mouth, and she grins. “Let’s put on some music and be primal.”

“Primal?” I ask.

I can’t really think straight.

All my blood’s in my cock, which immediately wants back in her mouth.Or her cunt. As she turns around and crawls over to where she dropped her purse to get her phone, my eyes zero in on her sweet, rounded ass. My cock jumps.Or her ass.

I start to walk over to her, but she turns to look over her shoulder, still on her hands and knees.

“Animals,” she says, rolling her eyes, like what she said is the most obvious thing in the world. “Four feet, not two.”

Aw fuck. Her meaning finally hits now. She saidprimal. I’ve never done primal play, but I’ve seen it a couple times at the club, and it’s wild.

I drop down to my hands and knees. “You done this before?”

She grins as she sets on some sexy music with a low, thumping beat. “No. But I’ve always wanted to. Men get to be primal all the time. Like when you hire a sex worker. You just say what you want, and then you get it. You can fuck like an animal whenever you want it. Women never get to. This is whatIwant.”

“How exactly do we do this?” I crawl toward her.

She crawls toward me. “No words. Not for now. Unless it’s a safeword.” She lifts an eyebrow. “What’s your safeword, Isaak?”

I grin. “Dump truck.”

But she doesn’t laugh. Her face is serious and intense. “All right. No words unless it’s to safeword. We’re just our animal selves. No societal niceties. We’re only here to explore another body we’ve happened to come across. But have the condoms ready.”

I reach for my jeans and pull out the three from my wallet.

Did I put fresh ones once I started this new job with Kira, just in case?

Yes. Yes, I did.

Am I proud of it, considering I’m only supposed to be here to protect her? And the fact that she’s fourteen years younger than me?

I don’t give a fuck at the moment; I’m just grateful I’m prepared. I tear a couple open with my teeth and toss them off to the side.

TWENTY-ONE

KIRA

Crawlingnaked toward Isaak is one of the craziest, most freeing moments of my life.

This kind of thing is something I always wanted to do but was always too scared to ask for. I’m usually so careful with how I present myself—how my outfit reads, how I come across, and the constant mental battle of wondering if I should be sucking in my stomach or not.

But tonight’s not about being careful. It’s about giving in. There’s something about Isaak’s unapologetic confidence that allows me to completely be myself.

I want to bite him and lick him and fuck him. And my nerves are sizzling with the knowledge that I’ll probably get to do all of it before the night is through.

As long as I don’t get too in my head about it. That’s usually my problem during sex. I glance at a guy’s feet and then can’t get the image out of my head. Men’s feet are never pretty. But then I start questioning if he’s looked atmyfeet, which makes me obsess about when I last had my pedicure and wonder when I could maybe fit my next appointment into my busy schedule.

Gah, I’m doing it!

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