Page 23 of Sacred Vow
Caesar rides it out with me, making sure I feel every ounce of pleasure he allows, and damn it, I did.
There’s no denying that this man knows exactly what he’s doing, and that’s only with his fingers.
Hell, without even a thought for my needy clit.
I can only imagine what kind of tricks he’s got for me in his arsenal, because from here, it can only get insanely better, and to be completely honest, I think for the first time in my life, I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it.
All this time, I have considered myself to be some kind of sexual deviant, yet I could barely handle two fingers. What’s he going to do to me when other factors are at play?
As I come down from my high, my body grows heavy against the loveseat. Caesar pulls his fingers out of me and steps around the loveseat, crouching down in front of me, his stare full of pride. “Mmm, what a good girl you are,” he rumbles. “So fucking beautiful.”
He holds his fingers to my mouth, and I greedily open, sucking them dry.
“See how good you taste?” he questions, reaching for the top button of his shirt and popping it. “Like the sweetest drug. Undeniably addictive.”
After catching my breath, I sit up against the loveseat, my hands still tied at my back.
“You’ve got me all alone over here,” I murmur, watching him straighten to his full height as his fingers continue working their way down his shirt, his heated gaze locked on me.
“What exactly do you plan on doing with me?”
A wicked grin kicks up the corner of his lips just as the fabric of his shirt falls away, revealing his mouthwatering body beneath.
I suck in a breath, my gaze dancing across his wide chest and sculpted abs.
I knew he was strong, but seeing him like this, it’s clear he spends a lot of time working on himself.
Caesar reaches for his belt next, undoing the latch before pulling it out in one smooth motion. “You’re going to put that pretty little mouth to work, and just when I think you’ve almost had enough, I’m going to fill that sweet little cunt and fuck you against the wall. Any objections to that?”
I shake my head, my mouth already watering. “Are you ready?” I ask.
Caesar’s hand drops to the front of his pants, popping the final button that stands between me and his delicious cock, and when he steps into me and takes my chin, those pesky butterflies begin to swarm again. “I should be asking you that.”
“Anyone would think you’d know better by now,” I tell him. “I’m always ready. Especially for a man like you.”
He reaches inside his pants, freeing his large cock, and my mouth pops open, my tongue rolling across my bottom lip.
His dark stare flames with hunger, and as he grips the base of his cock and slowly begins working himself, I go to reach for him, only to remember my wrists are still bound behind my back.
“Were you planning on freeing me anytime soon?” I ask, my gaze bouncing between his cock and his wicked stare.
“You have no need for your hands. If I were planning on freeing you, my sweet hellcat, you’d already be freed,” he explains. “Understand me, Tilly. When you are here with me, your pleasure comes from me and me alone.”
Well, shit.
I can’t say that I’ve ever done this with no hands, but I’m not about to back down from a challenge, especially when Caesar is looking at me with those fuck-me eyes.
No hands? No problem.
Caesar grips the base of his massive cock, and as I lean in toward him, he runs his tip across my bottom lip. “Now, open wide and fucking worship me.”
Your wish is my command.
I hover on my knees, my pussy screaming for attention, and as I open my mouth, Caesar guides his cock between my lips, pushing right to the back of my throat. My tongue skates across his velvety skin, and I watch the way his eyes flutter with pleasure.
“That’s right, Tilly,” he encourages, wrapping his hand into the back of my hair to control my speed. “Just like that.”
I bob up and down, taking him right past my gag reflexes as he works his base, gripping hard. I tease, suck, and nip as my tongue rolls over his tip, taunting him with my willingness to give him anything he wants, and with every passing second, he gets closer to the edge.
“Goddamn,” he groans, letting out a heavy breath as his fingers tighten in my hair. “Fuck, hellcat.”
His whole body trembles as I pick up my speed, and when his hips rock toward me, thrusting that cock deeper into my mouth, I know I’ve got him hook, line, and sinker. Pride swirls in my chest, and it spurs me on, watching this great man fall to pieces with nothing more than my slick tongue.
Wetness pools between my thighs, and despite the way my needy cunt clenches with anticipation, I ignore it and push on, knowing it won’t be long until he’s giving me precisely what I want.
Then, as if on cue, Caesar pulls away from me, agony in his eyes as he tries to calm himself, and all I can do is grin back at him.
Sure, I would have loved to have him come in my mouth and bring him to his knees, but seeing the stark desperation in his eyes is the next best thing.
I hold his stare, looking up at him with pure innocence. “What seems to be the problem?”
Caesar growls and lunges for me, tearing me up off the loveseat and slamming my back against the wall, his plan for a long night of controlling, wild pleasure well and truly burned to hell.
My legs barely get a chance to lock around his waist before his thick cock is buried deep inside of me, his pubic bone grinding against my clit.
“Fuck,” I gasp as he hastily reaches around me and pulls the end of his tie, releasing my wrists.
I lock my arms around his neck, and just as my nails dig into his warm skin, Caesar rears back before feverishly thrusting back inside me. Crippling pleasure blasts through my body as he stretches my walls, and I throw my head back with a loud, desperate cry, barely able to withstand it.
“OH FUCK!”
Caesar fucks me like a goddamn animal, slamming deep inside me over and over again, both of us quickly losing control as my nails scratch up and down his strong back.
It’s carnal and erotic, wild and senseless, but it’s everything I need and more.
I hold on to him with everything I have, and as he drives that thick cock into me, my eyes roll into the back of my head, stars dancing in my vision.
His arm slips beneath my thigh, hoisting it up, and as he takes me at a whole new angle, bottoming out with every determined thrust, my world implodes.
My nails dig into his flesh. “OH GOD, CAESAR!” I cry, my chest heaving against his with heavy pants as everything tightens inside me like a coil preparing to spring.
His other hand grips my hip, keeping me pinned against the wall, and as he continues to drive that thick cock into me like a goddamn wild beast, I explode, my orgasm tearing through me like lightning bursting from the sky.
It rattles me, rocking right through my body and turning me into a trembling mess. Hot pulses of vivid pleasure boom through my veins as my walls convulse around his cock, squeezing tighter than ever before.
“Fuuuuck,” he grits through his teeth as every new thrust has my pleasure intensifying all while Caesar’s fingers bite into my hip, barely holding on.
He drives into me over and over, clenching his jaw, and as my hips jolt and the pleasure becomes all too much, he detonates right along with me, shooting hot loads of cum deep inside my trembling cunt.
“Shit, hellcat,” he grunts, emptying every last drop inside of me as I finally reach my peak and start crumbling down the other side, barely able to hold myself up against him.
He presses his hips into me, keeping me pinned against the wall as I wrap my arms tighter around his neck, holding on for dear life and struggling to catch my breath.
His fingers soften against my skin, and as his chest heaves against mine, I feel the softest brush of his lips against my shoulder. “Where the fuck did you come from?” he murmurs against my skin.
“Right back at ya,” I murmur, completely bewildered by this impressive, thrilling man.
Caesar’s hands roam over my ass, holding tightly as he pulls me away from the wall and drops himself into the loveseat as I straddle him, his cock still plunged deep inside me.
I fall heavily against him, and with every slight move he makes, my body continues to tremble, completely and utterly spent.
I distantly notice the red scratches left over his strong shoulders, and I cringe, knowing damn well that the further it gets down his back, the more vicious those scratches become, yet he didn’t complain.
He didn’t even bat an eyelash. Hell, I’m not sure if he even noticed.
“You good?” he questions as my bottom lip disappears between my teeth.
“I scratched the shit out of your back.”
“And?”
“I could have hurt you.”
Caesar just scoffs as though the thought of me being capable of causing any type of significant damage is laughable, and as I roll my eyes, I drop my hand to his chest. Only I don’t have the strength to hold it up, and it falls right to my thigh.
I follow the movement, and when I find Caesar’s tie lying forgotten on the edge of the loveseat, almost falling off, I swipe it, clutching the silky material between my fingers.
“Why do you call me hellcat?” I ask, wrapping the tie around my hand before quickly unwrapping it again.
“Isn’t it clear, sweet girl?” he questions, lifting his hand and clutching the side of my face, his thumb brushing my jaw before trailing across my lips.
“It’s because of that wild spirit. I saw it that very first night you came here, well before you were with my son.
You’re beautiful, like a delicate flower, poised like a fragile little kitten who thinks she can roar. But that’s not you at all, is it?”
I shake my head, and he goes on. “You’re a nasty little devil with something to prove. You take what you want, and nothing holds you back. There’s no stopping you. Your confidence is addictive, and that wild spirit is intoxicating. You’re a hellcat through and through.”
“Is that so?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Then let’s put that to the test, shall we?” I ask, finding Caesar’s wrists and binding them together, just as he’d done to me. “You’ve had your fun, and now it’s my turn. So be a good little boy and get to your knees. You’ve got work to do.”