Page 13 of Sacred Vow

Her fingers tighten against the cushion, and I gently massage her ass, willing her body to relax around me. “Show me how you work that sweet clit.”

I tug her hair, arching her off the cushion just a little bit more, and her cunt convulses around me as her fingers drop to her clit. She rubs tight little circles, her breath coming in faster as that wild spirit returns ten-fold.

“Yes,” she breathes.

I give her another second, waiting until I feel her walls begin to relax around me, needing more.

“I’m ready,” she groans. “Fuck me.”

Pulling back, I glance down at my cock glistening with her wetness, and as my fingers work her ass, I pulse my tip, teasing her with what’s to come.

It drives her wild, her hips jolting with need as her fingers grip the cushion tighter, and I know without a doubt, she’s not just ready to take me, she’s damn well ready to be thoroughly fucked, and I don’t hesitate, thrusting my hips and giving her exactly what she needs.

Tilly groans, her pussy practically screaming for relief as I slam all the way back inside. Her walls tremble around me, wildly spasming, and I don’t doubt that this little vixen just met her match.

She pushes back against me, grinding for more, and I push deeper into her ass. “You like that, hellcat?”

“Give me all you’ve got,” she begs.

I don’t hold back as I thrust into her again, rolling my hips with each powerful movement. Tilly cries out, the ecstasy in her tone a sound I’ll never tire of. She takes me again and again, each new thrust taking me like no one’s ever had me before.

“Fuck, hellcat,” I spit between a clenched jaw, this woman bringing me so damn close to the edge, I can barely hold on.

“Caesar!”

She squeezes even tighter and my knees fucking buckle.

This woman is going to be my downfall. Just having her once isn’t going to be nearly enough.

“Shit,” Tilly cries out. “I can’t . . . I can’t hold on.”

“Come for me, hellcat,” I beg. “Let me feel you come apart. Squeeze my fucking cock.”

Her pussy tightens, and as her fingers madly roll over her clit, she explodes around me. Her pussy shatters, wildly convulsing and squeezing me tighter than I’ve ever felt, but I don’t dare take it easy on her as I keep thrusting, keep working my fingers in and out of her ass.

“Oh fuck,” she cries out.

Tilly rides out her orgasm on my cock, quickly falling to pieces, and when she reaches the very height of her climax, I burst, shooting hot loads of cum deep inside her sweet cunt.

I empty myself until there’s not a single drop left to give, and only then does she collapse in an exhausted heap against the couch.

I release my hold on her hair and ass as the sound of our heavy panting fills the air. I can barely stand, having no choice but to drop down onto the couch beside her.

“My legs are shaking,” she says, her face still squished into the cushion.

“That’s what you wanted, is it not?”

“You know damn well it is.”

A smirk lifts the corner of my lips, and she grins right back at me. “I take it your thirst has finally been quenched?”

Tilly nods before finally finding the energy to pull herself up against the couch. She swivels so that she faces me, fixing Zeph’s shirt back into place. “That’s exactly what I’ve been craving since Saturday night.”

“You and me both, hellcat.”

Tilly presses her lips into a hard line before glancing back toward the stairs that lead up to Zephyr’s room. “I kinda don’t wanna leave.”

“You should,” I tell her. “Keep dating my son. Have fun. You’re well suited together, just don’t break his heart, and as a reward, when he brings you around next time, I’ll fuck you even harder.”

Tilly grins. “You know how messed up that sounds, right?”

“Believe me, it’s not lost on me,” I tell her. “There’s only one caveat, hellcat.”

“Dare I ask?”

“You must not fall in love with me.”

Her eyes widen, and the amusement that flashes within them suggests I’m a fool for even suggesting it.

“Oh, you’ve got nothing to worry about there, but it’s a two-way street.

I’m not looking for a stage-five clinger.

I don’t want anyone confessing their love for me anytime soon, and that includes Zeph.

Because just in case you haven’t noticed, I’m a little hard to resist.”

“That won’t be a problem.”

“Just sex, then?” she confirms.

“That’s all it can be.”

Tilly watches me for a moment, her gaze narrowing as if not sure what to make of all of this.

But that would make two of us. “So, that’s the deal?

I keep hanging out with Zeph for as long as either of us is interested, and when I’m here, you’ll hit it on the side as long as I don’t develop feelings? ”

“Correct.”

“And if I decide that I wasn’t interested in screwing Zeph anymore?”

“That’s irrelevant,” I tell her. “If you are in my home and find yourself in need of quenching your thirst, I will make myself available to you.”

“And if you start falling in love with me?”

I scoff, the likelihood of that happening is so insane there’s no point even considering the option. “I won’t.”

“But if you do,” she pushes.

“Then you walk away,” I tell her. “It’s that simple.”

“I don’t think walking away from sex that good is really that simple.”

“Promise me, hellcat. Vow that you will not fall in love with me.”

She sits up a little straighter, holding my stare as she makes a show of drawing a cross over her heart.

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” she says with a cheeky smirk.

“I vow that I, Tilly Bardot, wild little she-devil, will not fall head over heels in love with the one and only Caesar Di Rozé, sexy silver fox from Vixen.”

I nod, satisfied for now, though something tells me she doesn’t fully understand the weight of the vow she’s just made to me.

Where sex is involved, feelings always get twisted, which is why I keep my conquests to Vixen with women I know aren’t interested in sharing anything more than a wild night together.

Tilly . . . I don’t know. She’s hard to read.

She wears a mask of indifference, and despite her confident rejection of the idea of falling in love, it’s far too soon to tell what’s really on the inside.

Getting up from the couch, I make my way back into the kitchen and collect my whiskey off the counter, needing a strong drink after being inside such a beautiful woman. I turn and as I lift the rim of the glass to my lips, I find Tilly watching me all too carefully.

I raise a brow in a question.

“We’re not dating, by the way,” she says, reading the curiosity in my eyes.

“Zeph and I. I know we covered this earlier, but we literally only met today. It’s just sex with us.

I’m not really the type of girl most parents want hanging out with their sons.

In fact, most actively try to keep me away. ”

“You don’t exactly give off the good-girl-with-suitable-morals vibe, do you?”

She shakes her head and leans back on the couch, slowly spreading her thighs as her hand drops to her waist and trails down between her legs. From this angle, I see every delicious piece of her, but what really holds my attention is the way my cum slowly leaks out of her sweet cunt.

“Good girls don’t sneak out of a boy’s room so his daddy can fuck her and turn her into a cream pie while his son sleeps soundly upstairs,” she says, her voice lowering as she scoops my cum up with her fingers and pushes it back inside of her.

“But something tells me you’re going to like it when I’m being bad. ”

Her fingers move in and out, and I watch as color fills her rosy cheeks.

“Do you like being bad?” I rumble, finishing off what’s left of my whiskey before striding toward her, my cock springing back to life.

“I love it.”

“Then show me just how bad you can be.”