Page 44 of Fragile Twisted Vows

Then again, she did work for a sex club.

She could have done a lot in the last three years.

And that prospective thought has jealousy filling me at a blinding rate, even though it shouldn’t. It has me grabbing a handful of her ass as her forehead presses against her bound wrists and back arches like a fucking cat.

I bring my hand back and deliver one quick and hard slap.

The sound echoes throughout the room and I’m a fucking filled with a myriad of emotions.

Jealousy.

Slap.

Rage.

Slap.

Confusion.

Slap.

Frustration.

Slap.

Desire.

Slap.

Need.

Slap.

Over and over again, I deliver these blows to her delicate skin until it turns bright red.

Until her body is trembling in my grasp and her ass is inching closer to my hardened cock, despite the pain I’ve given it.

Despite the pain I’ve given her. Both mentally and physically, she takes it. And she takes it like a goddamn soldier.

I can’t help but admire it, her tenacity, her strength. I can’t help but admire the beautiful, wet flesh that greets my fingers when I pull the thin strap of her bodysuit away from her body only to find that she’s bare underneath.

Bare and needy.

Her pussy sucks my fingers eagerly, her soft moan vibrating against the tie. I can’t scold her for the sound, because it was so natural sounding, so fucking sincere and raw. I haven’t heard a sound like that in years, if ever.

And it grows louder and more animalistic as my fingers sink in deeper and start to pump in and out. She rides them shamelessly, her hands now wrapped around the bed post as she fucks my fingers relentlessly. I stand there and watch in awe as my cock begs to be set free, the tip seeping as if it’s crying, dying to get to her. Inside of her. So she can ride it just like she’s riding my fingers.

But I don’t dare move. I’m too enthralled. Too fucking overtaken by this beautiful, strange woman who’s practically giggling and roaring simultaneously as she rides my fingers to completion. Her orgasm slams into her so hard that it hits me too, she’s filled with both groans and laughs as she rides out the waves on my hand, the tie slipping from her mouth as her magnificent sounds fill the air.

Sure, I’ve heard women shout out their climaxes. Heard them moan and scream, dramatically, countless times, but I have never heard a laugh, a breathless giggle. Which makes me realize something.

It’s pure joy she’s feeling. Complete and unabashed pleasure that solely came from me.

It fills me with both amazement and pride.

Two very foreign things.

And when she turns her head over her shoulders, when her sparkling blue eyes meet mine, I know I’m lost forever.

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