Page 6 of Sacred Vow

My hips flex, and my body squirms with undeniable pleasure, but nothing is getting me hotter than the way this silver fox watches me as he works his fist up and down his thick cock. The intensity of his eyes is too much, but I’m no quitter, and I’m sure as fuck not going to look away.

He doesn’t stop working himself, his fist stroking all the way to his tip, and I watch the way he does it, committing how he likes it to memory, knowing damn well I’ll be repeating those very movements on him later tonight.

The woman squirms and groans, her hips grinding as he fucks her with his mouth and fingers. Then not a moment later, she comes hard and fast. And honestly, I’m not surprised. No woman would be able to hold back from that.

She writhes under his touch, and just as she starts to come down from her high, the silver fox pulls his fingers free and stands to his full height.

My jaw drops as a soft gasp slips from between my lips.

Good God. He’s huge. And his body . . . Holy shit.

He’s covered in muscle. His broad shoulders lead down to bulging arms while his chest is wide and defined, but his abs are what truly draw my attention. I’m a sucker for a good set of abs. I could skip rocks off those abs, but I’d prefer to spend my time counting them . . . with my tongue.

He moves so fast.

Within seconds, the woman is flipped over on the love seat, her knees buried wide against the fabric, and in that brief moment, he has no choice but to steal his stare away and focus on what he’s doing. But he knows that no matter where he looks, he still has my full attention until this is done.

The woman’s ass is as high as she can get it, and as she grips the top of the love seat, she looks back over her shoulder, watching this intense beast of a man line his thick cock up with her entrance.

She’s panting in anticipation, and damn it, so am I.

I need to see how he fucks, need to see the way his hips roll back before thrusting forward with devastating power. I need to see the way she crumbles beneath him.

He steps in closer, one hand on his cock, the other resting against the full curve of her ass, and then after quickly rolling a condom over his impressive length, he’s there, his tip slowly pushing inside of her.

I groan again, and everything clenches, but all I can do is keep circling my thumb over my clit and fucking myself with my fingers as my desperation reaches new heights.

He pushes all the way inside of her, inch by captivating inch, and I see the very moment he bottoms out, having nowhere else to go.

The woman is already falling apart, and he’s barely even started yet. His fingers dig into her flesh, his hands so big that they curl right around to the front of her hips, and when he finally begins to pull back, I can barely handle it a second longer.

My fingers start to pulse inside of me and the muscles in my thighs begin to shake as my hips take on a mind of their own, wildly jolting with the deepest need for relief.

His body rolls back, the dim lights of the VIP floor catching on the sculpted ridges of his muscled frame, and my breath escapes me.

He thrusts forward, showing me the power in those strong hips and thighs, and despite the heavy music filling the VIP floor, her subtle cry of desperation is like a shrill scream directly into my ears.

He picks up his pace, and so do I, the rise and fall of my chest matching his, and when that dark, intense gaze shifts back to mine, the fire in my veins roars with a vengeance.

His stare deepens with the most profound hunger, and I realize it’s not this woman’s body that’s getting him off tonight, this is all on me.

A thrill pulses through me, settling in the pit of my stomach, and as I work my body, I do what I can to put on one hell of a show.

I creep closer and closer to the edge, my whole body trembling and jolting.

I can’t hold it much longer, and from the fire burning in his eyes and the way he clutches her hip in his bruising grasp, neither can he.

He picks up his pace, fucking her hard, and I throw my head back against the lounge, watching as he clenches his jaw, his desperation just as fierce as mine. I hear his deep growl from across the room, and I’d give anything to have felt the vibrations rumble through his chest.

My fingers move faster, deeply massaging my walls, pulsing and rolling over my G-spot again and again. It’s too much. My back arches off the lounge, my other hand squeezing my nipple through the thin material of my shirt.

“Oh God,” I pant, and judging from the way his body locks up, he hears my strained whispers.

It builds and builds, and as he holds my frantic stare, his deep tone sails across the floor. “Let it go, hellcat. Show me how you come.”

Holy fucking shit.

That rich tone speaks right to my soul, and I come undone, my orgasm tearing through me and shattering me from the inside out. My pussy convulses around my fingers, but I don’t stop pulsing them, despite the way my legs squeeze together.

“Fuck,” I groan, and as my body falls to pieces under his intense stare, my orgasm rocking through me, he slams into the woman with one more powerful thrust. He comes hard with a deep groan, and I know without a single doubt that he was imagining me, how he’d feel inside of me, how my cunt would squeeze around his thick cock, how fucking delicious I would have been.

My chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as I come down from my high, and I slowly release my fingers, giving my pussy a chance to escape the sweet torture.

They skim over my clit, rubbing lazy circles as my body collapses heavily into the lounge, barely able to hold myself up as I watch the woman finish with a loud cry.

She’s got no idea that this was a group project, and honestly, I think it was better that way.

It’s our dirty little secret, and I love it.

The corner of his lips pull up into a smirk, and as the woman adjusts herself on the love seat to look up at him, she realizes his attention is elsewhere. When she follows his gaze to me, her brows furrow, clearly not thrilled that she isn’t the apple of his eye.

She reaches for him, but he steps away without a single word or even the slightest glance. As he makes his way toward me, I sit up straighter, the anticipation of the rest of my night quickly filling my veins.

“Tilly?”

The sound of my name fills the air, but I’m so captivated by this man that I don’t hear the desperation in it until it comes again, this time so much louder. “TILLY!”

Shit. Chloe.

My head whips around, breaking the connection between me and the silver fox, and I find Chloe rushing through the VIP room. Her eyes are wide as she frantically searches, and the look of complete desperation in her gaze has me shooting to my feet.

“Chloe,” I rush out, diving toward her as I hastily fix my skirt back into place.

She turns at the sound of her name and relief flashes in her honey-brown eyes, but I pull up short, not mistaking the tears lingering on her rosy cheeks. “Oh, thank fuck,” she breathes, hurrying toward me, her hands outstretched as though she was about to scoop me up.

She reaches me in no time and immediately grips my arm in her tight grasp, unaware of the way her manicured nails dig into my skin, leaving little half-moon indents. “What’s wrong?” I demand, my gaze roaming over her from head to toe, making sure she’s physically alright.

“MANGOES,” she cries. “FUCKING MANGOES, TILLY!”

“What? What do you mean?” I ask, recalling that to be her safe word with Massimo upstairs. “What the hell happened? Did he take it too far? Fuck! I’m going to kill him.”

I turn on my heel, anger booming through my chest, more than ready to rearrange that stupidly gorgeous Italian face, but Chloe tugs on my arm, holding me even tighter.

“No, no, no. Please. It’s nothing like that,” she insists, her desperation really starting to concern me.

“He didn’t touch me in any way I didn’t ask for.

He was great. It’s just . . . shit. Please.

Can we just go? I need to get out of here. ”

“I . . . uhhhhhh. Yeah,” I say, quickly shaking off the disappointment of not being able to explore my night with the world’s sexiest man across the room, but Chloe will always come first. She’s my best friend, and if something has caused her to come down here in tears, then this is big.

Whatever’s going on, she needs me more than ever. “Let’s go.”

I slip my hand into hers and she quickly pulls me away. We round the corner of the VIP bar, and I see him again, a drink in his hand and those devastatingly addictive eyes locked on me.

A shiver sails down my spine, sending goosebumps across my skin, and as he raises his glass to me and nods, I know this won’t be the last time I’ll be seeing this fine man.

Because even if it’s the last thing I do, I won’t stop searching for him until I get to experience the feel of his body on mine.