Page 100 of Brutal Vows

I hear a soft, self-satisfied chuckle. “Aye, she likes it,” he whispers. “Good girl.”

I’d be a liar if I told him I didn’t like him calling me his good girl, though I really fucking hate that I like it.

My brain hates it, anyway. The rest of my body goes wild.

A violent shiver of pleasure runs all the way through me. My legs open wider. My hips flex, and it feels like all that happens from someplace beyond my control. My body is on autopilot, singing along to every note he’s playing with his mouth and hands.

“Look at this pretty pink cunt,” he growls. “God, I need to sink my cock in this.”

I make a garbled sound of pleasure as he runs his tongue up and down my center. Then, when he pulls back the hood on my clit and flicks his tongue back and forth over it, I moan, long and loud.

He slides his thick finger inside me, and I see stars.

His voice dark and hard, he says, “I want you to come on my face. Then I’m gonna fuck your pussy and make you come again. Then I’m gonna fuck your gorgeous arse and—”

“Too much talking!” I cry, bucking my hips. “Just do it!”

His lips fasten onto my clit. He sucks, shoving his finger deep inside me. I groan, arching against the mattress, my fingers dug into his hair and my bottom clenched as I grind helplessly against his mouth.

Crying out and scratching his scalp with my nails, I climax.

It rips through me. I thrash and buck through the convulsions, delirious at the feel of his hot lips and tongue licking andsucking me and his finger plunging deep. My nipples are so hard, they’re painful. A bloom of heat flashes over me. Sweat mists my skin.

The moment the convulsions have slowed and I’m begging him to stop because it’s too sensitive, Quinn rises to his knees, rips open the zipper on his trousers, and fists his cock in his hand.

I stare at it with wide eyes. My hammering heart skips a beat, then starts up again, beating even faster.

Thick and veined, the shaft juts out proudly from his fist. The crown is fat and red. The slit on top glistens with a drop of wetness.

His cock is fucking huge. Porn-star sized. He’d make a killing in erotic movies.

“That look on your face is a bloody nice compliment,” he growls. Then he positions himself between my spread thighs and slides the head up and down through my pussy lips, wetting it.

I gasp, managing a breathy, “Condom?”

“Wasn’t planning on having sex today,” he says through gritted teeth, staring down into my wide eyes. “Still time to say no, viper.”

I’m so turned on, I can barely think. “You said you were clean?”

“Aye. I promise.”

“Then fuck me, Quinn. And don’t you dare hold anything back. I want everything you have to give me.”

His grin looks feral. With a single, powerful thrust, he shoves that thick beast deep inside me.

My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. I’m stretched wide, impaled on his cock, taking every inch of it as I sink my fingernails into his back and clamp my shaking thighs around his waist.

He leans down, resting his forearms on either side of my head and fisting his hands into my hair. Into my ear, he snarls, “I knew you’d feel like heaven.”

Then he snaps his hips again, thrusting hard.

My breasts bounce against his chest, my nipples dragging against the small metal piercings in his. I cry out in pleasure.

Chuckling, he pulls on my hair. His voice dark, he commands, “Ask me to fuck you again, wife.”

It comes out in one long, breathless rush. “Please fuck me oh God Quinn fuck me if you stop now I’ll kill you as soon as I can!”

He thrusts again. And again. And again. Each time, I sink my nails deeper into his flesh and moan helplessly, lost to sensation.