Page 12 of Sacred Vow

Her body quickly relaxes, and when she pushes her ass back against my cock, I grind against her, my fingers tightening on her waist. “I would never,” she says on a whispered breath, her hand coming down over mine on her waist.

“Don’t lie to me, Tilly,” I growl, guiding both our hands to the front of her hip before sailing lower.

I keep going until my hand cups her pussy over her thong, and I grind the heel of my palm against her clit.

“I know how you sound when you come. The way you catch your breath, the way you cry out. I pay attention. You can’t hide from me.

The last two times you let my son rail this sweet little cunt, you faked it. Why?”

She swallows hard, and I watch the slight bob of her throat.

“Do you always get this grouchy when a woman lies to you?” she asks, her hips rocking to create friction between my palm and her clit as she reaches behind her and palms my cock through my pants.

“Or is it just faked orgasms that gets you particularly worked up?”

Even through my pants, her hands are like magic on my body and I press into her harder, already feeling her wetness begin to seep through her thong. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Or what?” she pushes. “You’ll bend me over this counter and fuck me raw? Spank me until my ass is brighter than a cherry-red Ferrari?”

“I’m going to fuck you either way, Tilly.

Don’t pretend that’s not exactly why you came down here, but I’m not going to give what you’re so fucking wet for until you give me what I want.

” My other hand circles her waist before trailing up through her breasts and curling around the base of her slim throat.

“Now. Don’t keep me waiting. Why did you fake your orgasms? ”

Tilly turns to liquid under my hold, her body so perfectly relaxing into mine as my fingers dance around her throat. “I don’t usually,” she admits. “Only when I care enough not to hurt their feelings.”

“How do you mean?”

“I didn’t want him to know he wasn’t getting the job done, because the truth is, Zeph’s amazing. He could fuck any woman into submission, and if I wasn’t so preoccupied thinking about just how nasty I could be getting with someone else, he would have more than taken me there.”

“You care about him?” I ask, grinding my heavy cock against her hand, more curious about this creature than ever before. “Enough to not cross this line?”

Tilly shakes her head as though almost ashamed to be admitting it. “I only met him today. He’s an amazing guy, and a lot of fun, but I don’t owe him exclusivity.”

Excitement sweeps deep in my gut, and I pull aside the material of her thong before sliding two fingers inside her sweet cunt. Tilly gasps before melting against my chest, her body already weakening. “That’s right,” I murmur. “You like that?”

“Oh God. Yes,” she breathes, her hand clutching my wrists as my fingers work her body.

“Are you dating my son, hellcat?”

She shakes her head again, tipping it back against my shoulder. “No.”

Excellent.

Sure, Zephyr will have a few things to say about this when he finds out, assuming he ever does, but I’m not the kind of man who begs another to have a taste of his girl. If she’s willing to come, I’m willing to take. Besides, I prefer to ask forgiveness than permission.

I pick up the pace of my fingers, feeling how on edge she already is. This sweet little devil has been wanting this since Saturday night.

“Look how wet you are for me,” I say, rolling my fingers against her walls and approving of just how well she squeezes in return. “You’ve been starving for me, haven’t you?”

“Like you’ll never know,” Tilly pants.

“Have you fucked yourself, hellcat? Worked your cunt until you were spent while imagining just how thoroughly I’d fuck you?”

“Yes,” she groans, grinding against my fingers.

“Tell me how.”

“How I fucked myself?”

Releasing my hold on her throat, I pull my hips back just an inch before quickly working the button of my pants.

Tilly doesn’t hesitate, plunging her petite hand inside and freeing my raging erection.

She grips me tight, her fist not even able to close fully around me, but she doesn’t back down from the challenge.

“I’ve never been so wet,” she tells me as she pumps her fist up and down, her thumb roaming over my tip and making me shudder beneath her touch.

“When I picture the way you would have fucked me at Vixen, the desperation is too much. I took the biggest dildo I had and rode it until the sun was shining through my window.” She takes a breath, already panting.

“I worked my vibrators until their batteries were dead, but there was no relief. No matter how many times I’ve made myself come, it’s never enough. ”

“You’ve been a thirsty little whore for my cock.”

“You’ve got no idea.”

Tilly pants, and I feel the way her walls tighten around my fingers, and I pull back, not letting her come just yet. Instead, I stretch my thumb to her clit and roll it in tight circles as her hips jolt with pleasure. “Let’s see just how well we can quench that thirst.”

“Oh fuck,” she gasps, her fingers digging into my wrist.

“Are you ready for my cock, hellcat?”

“Please.”

“Not before you come for me.”

Tilly groans, and I work my fingers faster, massaging her walls from within before curling them just right and rubbing past her G-spot over and over. She squirms under my hold, her nails digging into my skin.

“Fuck, I’m gonna—”

I pull back, forcing her body to calm down, withholding her orgasm. I work her up again, this time quicker, taking her right to the edge and building the intensity within her, knowing that when I finally allow her to come, it’ll be the best one she’s ever had.

I work her up three more times, each time bringing her closer to the edge. She’s panting and squirming, her hips violently jerking against me, desperate for a release, and when my own desperation to feel the way she comes on my fingers is too much to bear, I give in and allow her to detonate.

Tilly comes hard, exploding around my fingers like the little vixen I knew she was. She cries out, her grip on my cock tightening almost to the point of pain. Her walls convulse around my fingers, but I don’t ease up on her G-spot, keeping my fingers moving.

Her whole body feels the effects of my touch. She throws her head back in ecstasy as her hips jolt again. Her knees become weak, and she melts against me, barely able to hold herself up. But I don’t dare stop, drawing her orgasm out until I’m positive she’s got no more left to give.

She’s fucking beautiful, even more so when she’s coming on my fingers, and I realize just how much she’d been holding back with Zeph earlier. This woman has so much more to give, and I won’t stop until she’s utterly spent.

Pulling my fingers free from inside her, I lift them to her lips, and she greedily accepts them, sucking them dry until there’s nothing left.

While I would have loved to taste her, I know there will be time for that.

Right now though, it was detrimental to my health to watch her suck her own cum off my fingers.

Tilly has barely caught her breath when she glances over her shoulder. “Does this mean you’re finally going to put me out of my misery and fuck me now?”

“Yes, hellcat,” I say, leading her over to my couch. “It’s going to be hard and fast. Are you ready?”

I feel her body jolt under shaky knees. “I’ve never been so ready.”

A smirk pulls at my lips. “You’ll be fucking wild for me.”

“You’ve got no idea just how wild I can be,” she says before throwing out the challenge of a lifetime. “Who knows? You might not be able to handle me.”

I push her down against the couch where she fucked my son only a few short hours ago, her knees against the cushion.

Then without being asked, she spreads her thighs as far as they’ll go, flattening her chest against the couch and presenting me with her sweet cunt.

I’ve never seen such a stunning sight. “Oh, sweet hellcat. That’s not going to be a problem. ”

Her perfect ass stares up at me, and with the soft moonlight shining through the window, I see that beautiful cunt, glistening with wetness, ready for me to take. “Birth control?” I ask, sliding my fingers into her wetness and loving the way she pushes back for more.

“Yes.”

“You want me raw, hellcat?”

“God, yes.”

That’s all I need to hear before my hand curls around her long hair. I pull back against it, and as her full tits arch off the cushion, I push the tip of my cock into her waiting cunt.

“Oh fuck,” she gasps, her fingers digging into the cushion to keep still as my cock stretches her walls. “Yes. More.”

Her knees are already shaking against the cushion, but I take her deeper, inch by glorious inch, taking it slow until I know she can handle my size.

I’m barely halfway when my fingers dance through her wetness, feeling where we join, and with her arousal soaking my fingers, I inch them up to her perfect ass.

She pushes back for more, and I apply just a little pressure, pressing them inside her and watching as she squirms for more. She’s so fucking gorgeous like this.

Only two inches to go, and while her walls are stretched as far as they’ll go, I know she can take the rest. One of her hands disappears between her thighs, and I can’t help but watch as she feels around, sliding her fingers between us and feeling just how much of me she’s taking. “Good girl, hellcat. Take it all.”

“More,” she groans.

I thrust my hips until I bottom out, groaning with the sweet pleasure, and she gasps as her body shudders around me, already trembling. “Holy fuck. You’re so big.”

I pause for a second, her warm cunt taking me so damn well. I’ve never felt anything like it. “You can take it, hellcat.”

My cock flinches inside her, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. She’s even better than I expected. A fucking goddess among peasants. No wonder my son could barely hold on.