Page 64 of Hostile Vows
“And so am I,” I counter. “I’ll see him coming the next time and he won’t get within a one-mile radius of you.”
Without warning, she carefully shifts, and her juicy tits squish into my chest when she plasters herself over the top of me. A little groan escapes her, the effort of moving a struggle with her head injury. “And what about you? He’ll come for you if you make a move.”
“This isn’t just about them touching my wife—he was strangling you—that bastard nearly killed you, Sin.” The sickly heaviness of losing her stamps out the light she graces me with. “They bulldozed over a thin line of respect, and I won’t sit back and do nothing. It’s un-fucking-acceptable. If it’s a war he wants, I’ll give it to him.”
The weight of her is warm and intoxicating, a combination that’s giving my dick a whole new dose of stamina. She moves her bare legs to sit at either side of mine, her knees digging into the mattress so she has leverage to cautiously haul the t-shirt upward. I help her at the final stage, gently slipping it over her head and tossing it away.
Every naked piece of her battered flesh covers me. My palms find their way to her round ass cheeks. But when she gingerly hitches forward and slowly rests her forehead on mine, my mind goes to shit. My hands keep moving, gently squeezing one of her tits. I relish the hot sigh she exhales.
It’s her turn next. Her small hand explores my shivery hot skin and finds my excruciatingly hard dick. Taking control of the shaft, she drags the head of it through the slick heat of her pussy.
“Let me fuck you…” She traces the tip of her tongue across the seam of my lips. “Husband.”
The dark tangled lengths of her hair act like a curtain to dim the bedside light, fencing us in a private space of heavy breaths and featherlight lips. I resist the urge to wrap my hand around her war-dappled throat and rein in the impulse to destroy her tight little holes.
My muscles visibly argue with the decision to go easy on my injured wife. Her lips kiss a path to my ear, where she nips the lobe with her teeth and tugs. I growl under my breath and savor her natural scent hitting me like a sugary-sweet drug.
She gently rocks her hips, lowering onto my weeping dick, and spears herself in place. Delicious heat and snug inner walls almost finish me. Her upper body hovers; those lush, proud nipples sway in my eyeline. The view of her grinding my boner injects my bloodstream with all sorts of depraved desires. However, she’s not ready for rough and hard. Not tonight.
She groans into my mouth, owning it with silky soft leisurely lips and a slippery tongue that teases and explores. I’ve never known such a masterful, erotic kiss. She’s blowing my mind.
“That’s it, fill yourself up with my dick, Wifey.” I wrench my mouth away. “Your little cunt is just right for me.”
Sinéad plants her hands on my shoulders and grinds her pelvis, while my fingertips burrow into her hip bones.
“And your dick is just right for me.” She bites her bottom lip.
My hands are everywhere and my dick tunnels deeper, not seeking cruelty in the moment. Only giving into something sensual—a sensuous, purposeful pace mostly controlled by her. We move together, clashing unspoken emotions, staring into each other's eyes.
“Tell me your name,” I say thickly from the back of my throat, crazily permitting myself to enjoy the softness of her, of this unheard of submissive moment.
A warm fluttery buzz infects my chest in a way I’ve never experienced. I’m addicted to her.
“Sinéad Souza,” she mumbles, every syllable electrifying my arousal, so I hit the highest of highs.
My skin blazes beneath her. My fingers manipulate her tits, stroke her delicate neck, and find their way into silky strands of hair. “And who do you belong to?”
“You, André—you.”
Her raw admission pins me to the mattress, paralyzed by the truth of our unusual adventure. Decades have passed and in those desolate years, I’ve never met a woman like her.
And that’s not simply a compliment—it’s the truth. We were only kids when I found her beaten, but not defeated, under the old Hawthorn tree. Seemingly, the threads of our childhood bond have never broken. I still feel connected to her in the strangest way.
I close my eyes for a moment to rein in the weird-as-fuck ache in my chest. I can’t decide if it’s a twinge of pain or something far more incomprehensible.
“I wish you’d found me sooner,” she whispers, her statement pulling open my eyes.
Her bold, lusty gaze burns my willpower to ashes. I clench my back teeth and drive my pelvis upward slowly, using her narrow waist to force her down on my boner. Together, we work as a team to get each other off. Neither of us takes the lead, both of us hunting for a deeper connection. She kisses my shoulder and swivels her hips, her long hair caressing my sweat-laden skin. I haven’t been this focused, this entranced in forever.
“I wish you’d never left me.” I hold her up and then slowly let her sink back down. Palming her ass, I resist the desire to swat it and pull her close instead. “You feel so good, Sin… so fucking good.”
She captures my mouth, her hungry little groan my next inhale. Our pace turns sloppy and hungry, both of us kissing and panting. My flaming skin rubs against hers as we rise to the pinnacle of madness without a care for where we land in the aftermath.
The swelling in my dick is sweet agony, especially when I know I’ll cum inside of her. “I'm going to explode—that’s how much you turn me on,” I pant into her mouth, carefully weaving my fingers into the hair at her nape.
“I’m nearly—” she cries out when I thrust upward with more violence than we both expected. “Fuck! That’s it—oh my God—right there—right fucking there.”
My heart pounds, the surging release coming hard and fast when her pussy vibrates around me in a powerful climax of her own. I’m dumbstruck and temporarily transfixed from the shock of an all-time extraordinary orgasm. She moans and shakes, her forehead tipping to the pillow beside my face and her mouth muffled against my shoulder.
