Page 108 of The Vow

Chest to chest. Stomach to stomach. My wet pussy to his massive…monster.

“I’m sorry.” He vibrated above me, and I felt his length stretch and twitch between my thighs.

I grabbed his face, sure that the wild lust I felt had flushed my eyes as red as the rest of me. “I’ve already forgiven you.”

I crushed my mouth to his, feeling his groan pour in against my tongue.

His hips angled back, enough for his hand to fit and guide his massive cock to my entrance. I didn’t have a chance to even register him pressing his tip at my opening before he pushed inside.

My mouth opened, but I had no words—no sound—for what was happening to me. All I could do was gasp uncontrollably at the stretching, foreign intrusion. The size of him…thetextureof him…my mind turned to mush trying to process the overwhelming mix of sensations.

As he buried himself inside me, I remembered the fullness.The dizzying sensation of feeling like if he were any larger, he’d split me in two. It was more than enough to send my core into spasms, but now there was more of him.

The bumps of his pearls massaged my clenching muscles, his ribbed cock greedy for my pleasure.

I couldn’t make a sound, but god, could I savor those of his. The deep, guttural groan of a man who hadn’t fucked for fifteen years, all so he could save himself for this. For the feel of his wife’s pussy again.

It turned him savage to be inside me again. Savage and unstoppable as he set himself in my slickness. He drove deeper and deeper, forcing my muscles wide to accommodate him. He didn’t hesitate at my tightness or balk at my gasps; he felt how I wanted him. With every thrust, those delicious, torturous pearls coaxed more from me. More slickness. More sensation. More desire.

“God, you’re going to kill me.” He groaned and pushed himself up so he could drive into me at a deeper angle. “No, you have killed me. You’ve killed me, and I’ve returned to heaven.”

I felt his cock pulse and tremor inside me, his ridges shuttling over my G-spot until I swore my heart would never find a steady rhythm again.

“Come for me, Robber,” he ordered, his hands locking my hips prisoner to his thrust. “Come so I can fit the rest.”

The rest?

My eyes focused on him for the pinpoint of a second of clarity. I felt the size of him. The length that seemed to stretch to my stomach. The thickness that threatened to split me. The ridges of his pearls stroking my walls. But what I didn’t feel was that last set of beads that rimmed the base of his cock. The bigger ones.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he praised. “You’re getting so tight,Robber. So wet. That’s it. God, you wet my cock so good, I can almost slip the rest in.”

Tears leaked down my cheeks. I was so close to coming, my body wound so tight it was both bliss and pain.

“Please, Robber,” he begged, straining above me like a glistening god made of nothing but carved muscle, coordinated movements, and a monster cock. “Show me how much you’ve missed me.”

I exploded with an unearthly scream, my body splintering in what felt like a million microscopic particles—all of them containing an individual ocean of how much I’d missed this man.

My back bowed just as his hips crashed into mine, his cock sinking the rest of the way inside my pussy. My eyes rolled back, that last thick rim wedged inside just as my muscles bore down, the eruption of bliss descending with a fury of convulsions. Damon bottomed out with a feral shout, those bigger pearls knotting his cock inside me as he came, almost as though they’d prevent him from pulling out.

The cords of his muscles threatened to snap as he held himself inside me, pulsing thick ropes of heat against my womb. Along my walls. Into my bones. And though he rocked into me, the pearls lodged at his base made it feel as though his cock didn’t move an inch.

Fifteen years I’d waited to be with my husband again, and as pleasure tore me limb from limb, I knew I would’ve waited forever.

“Damon,” I gasped as he slid from me, my arm lifting limply from my side in his direction.

“Don’t worry, Robber, I’m not done with you yet,” he said, his mouth quirking as he tipped over me and added huskily, “I’ve waited fifteen years to be inside you again. By thetime I’m through with your pussy, you’ll be so filled with my cum it’ll be dripping from your mouth.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Damon

“What are you doing?”

My head tipped as I watched the tangle of limbs and blankets come undone in the dim morning light.

Robyn sat up and stared at the way I was sprawled naked in a chair by the windows.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” I rumbled, drinking in the sight of her tousled auburn hair and matching red marks I’d left on her skin.

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