Page 117 of The Vow

My cock throbbed for her. Fifteen years, and I’d never been a slave to its natural lust until now. Now, it felt like I slowly suffocated every second I wasn’t inside her.

Drawing my fingers to my mouth, I tipped my head back and let her watch as I sucked her warm honey from my fingers.

“Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.”

Her cheeks were flushed, a variant shade of the color of her hair, as I rose in front of her.

“What’s the plan, Damon?” She reached forward and pressed her hand to my cock.

A strangled groan tore from my chest. I reached for her wrist, pressing her harder to my groin so she could feel me thicken into her palm.

“The plan is to fuck my wife’s tight little cunt until Pat does what he needs to do,” I answered between clenched teeth. “Now get on the bed.”

This time, she complied. There was a flash of red followed by pale skin and pure sin as she settled on the mattress. With rough motions, I undid my belt and the waistband of my pants.

“Fuck, Robber,” I cursed ferally when she tipped forward, presenting me with the sight of her swollen pussy.

Bent over, she was perfect and prone and waiting, and I barely had my cock free before I was lining the head up with her slick entrance.

“You’re so wet.” Gripping myself, I slid my tip along her seam until my cock glistened.

“Damon…” She rocked back just as I reached her entrance and notched myself in her heat.

“Damn, Robber.” I released my cock, the damn thing swelling even thicker as I shackled her hips. Fuck, I was so fucking hard. My vision swam as I stared at my dick.

And then I buried the massive length inside my wife. From the head all the way to the beads at the root, she took my pearled cock with a throaty cry, feeling the stretch of my size.

Her body jerked from the sudden intrusion. She had to be sore after all the ways I’d taken her last night. Yet, she was the one who waited for me in nothing but a shirt. She was the one who climbed onto the bed and bared her wet cunt to my gaze. She was the one who pressed back like she needed me inside her just as much as I needed to be there.

“Are you okay?” I rasped, my body trembling with the need to move. To thrust. To rut into the delicious heat swallowing my cock.

“God, yes. Damon. Don’t stop.” It wasn’t a plea but an order.

Holding her tight, I pulled back and began to thrust. Faster. Deeper. Harder. I needed more. I needed her to feel that there was no stopping this. No stopping us. No matter what happened tonight, I would find my way back to her.

“Do they feel good?” I growled as I drove forward again.

I didn’t have to ask. I could feel the way her muscles rippled and clenched around my cock. I could see the way my skin glistened with her desire, every bead winking at me as I pulled out. Fuck, I was losing my mind.

“Yes. God, yes.” Robyn panted incoherently and started to rock into my thrusts, begging me to fully sheath myself in her cunt.

I’d wondered…imagined for years what it would finally be like for us to be together again. What all the modifications I’d done would feel like for her. What they’d feel like for me. Indescribable.Unholy.

Reaching one hand up her spine, I grabbed her hair and twisted it in a rope around my fist, firmly pulling her head and forcing her back toarch.

“Good because you feel so fucking good…ahh, so fucking tight around me.” She was made of pure ecstasy. The way her body bent and stretched and soaked for me pushed me to the limit.

I felt the swell of pressure at the base of my spine. My cock swelled until the beads were hard, defined nubs, ribbing into the walls of her pussy with every thrust.

“That’s it, Robber. Show me how much you want your husband’s cock.”

She whimpered and pushed into me, her orgasm cresting. The clutch of her body warred between pulling me in and pushing me out. I thrust harder, working myself closer to burying the last of my pearls where they rimmed the base of my cock.

Gripping her hair harder, I snaked my hand around her hips and searched out her clit. One stroke was all it took to send her center of pleasure hurtling over the edge.

She screamed as her release swept through her. In an instant, her torso lowered onto her elbows as she lost the strength to hold up on her arms. The change in the angle made me feral. Holding my forearm under her hips, I claimed her through the onslaught of her trembling pleasure.

My thrusts turned erratic. Deeper. My orgasm came for me like a hand around my throat, choking everything but the feel of her heat squeezing me. With a shout, I impaled her with all of me, watching the way her body took that last inch of my cock thickened with the largest silicone beads and then tightened as though to lock me inside her as I came.

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