Page 61 of Sacred Vow
And with that, I reach up and free his thick cock from the confines of his pants as I become drenched with need. My hand barely fits around him, and as I slowly pump my fist up and down, just the way he likes it, I push up on my knees, rolling my tongue over my lips as I lean into him.
I keep my greedy stare focused on his, and as I guide his cock to my lips, I let my tongue circle his tip, teasing him just enough to drive him wild. “Just like this?”
Caesar groans, his eyelids fluttering as he reaches for me, pushing his fingers into my hair and grabbing a fistful. “Yes, hellcat. Now take me. Show me how you fuck me with that smart mouth.”
Yes, sir.
Without skipping a beat, I lean in the rest of the way, closing my mouth over his massive cock, and as my fist continues working up and down, I take him right to the back of my throat.
My tongue rolls over his veiny shaft, working him just the way he’s been craving for the past six weeks, and as his hips flex and his grasp tightens in my hair, I realize just how on edge he truly is.
I hold back a grin, giving my all. Up and down. Pumping and working as I tease and flick my tongue. Sucking. Grinding. Giving until his groans morph into desperate pleas. “Fuck, hellcat. Just like that. Work me,” he pants, his chest heaving with heavy breaths, his eyes blazing with fire.
He clenches his jaw, and I don’t relent, squeezing him tight as the warmth of my mouth drives him wild. Then all too soon, he pulls me back, grasping his cock in his big hand. “Open,” he demands, watching as I sit back on my heels and open my mouth as wide as it’ll go.
He groans, his fist pumping up and down as he empties himself on my tongue, his thick cum filling my mouth. I roll my tongue around, letting him see just how much I enjoy him, and as his dark stare blazes, he grips the side of my jaw. “Swallow it.”
My tongue pokes out just a little, gliding across my top lip before I finally close my mouth and swallow down his whole load, not wasting a single drop.
“Mmm, that’s my good girl.”
I grin as I stare up at him, and he reaches down, offering me his hand.
I don’t hesitate, placing mine in his and letting him help me to my feet.
The moment I stand before him, his gaze sails over my face with awe.
“You’ve been such a patient girl,” he offers, sweeping his arm around my back and pulling me in against him.
“Don’t you think behavior like that deserves to be rewarded? ”
“Oh, yes,” I agree. “I do.”
His hand skims down the outside of my thigh before taking my knee and lifting it over his hip. His lips come down on mine, kissing me deeply. His tongue rolls over mine, teasing me as his hand finds my ass, effortlessly lifting me into his arms.
He moves across the small booth and drops to his knees right in front of the loveseat, my ass coming down on the soft cushion. “Lie back, hellcat,” he commands, his hand pressing between my breasts and gently pushing me back against the seat until I’m spread out for him.
Caesar moves with me, leaning over the loveseat until his lips hover just above mine, that delicious stare eating me alive. “I hope you’re ready, Tilly. I’ve been waiting six long weeks to taste you on my tongue. I’m fucking ravenous.”
Oh, God.
I suck in a breath, the anticipation blasting through me and sending an electrical pulse shooting straight through to my core. When his fingers slip between my other thigh and push straight up into my throbbing core, I cry out, my walls clenching around him.
“Oh, fuck,” I pant, knowing without a doubt he’s about to shatter me.
Caesar grins. “Already so wet for me, hellcat,” he gloats. “Just you wait, baby. I haven’t even started yet.”
I groan, and as he lowers himself between my thighs, his hot breath dancing across my skin, I almost come right there.
Caesar’s big hand remains on my ribs, his fingers splayed as if to claim as much of my skin as possible, and when his head dips low between my thighs, I suck in a breath.
He closes the distance, his fingers still deep inside me, curving just the way I like it, and when his mouth closes over my clit and his tongue gently flicks over the sensitive bud, my whole body trembles.
I throw my head back against the loveseat, the undeniable pleasure rocking through me as Caesar uses his hand to hold me still.
My hips jolt, and as the wild satisfaction pulses through my body, Caesar truly gets to work. His tongue rolls over my clit as his fingers massage my walls, splitting, circling, and driving me wild until it becomes physically impossible to keep still.
I reach down between my thighs, knotting my fingers into his hair, and as that familiar coil begins tightening inside of me at a pace I couldn’t possibly be prepared for, I realize I don’t have long before I detonate.
His fingers inside me are my undoing, and as he curls them just right, my back arches off the loveseat, tightening my grip in his hair.
How is it possible for this man to work me so well?
Before him, I’d never experienced anything so raw or full of passion, so especially wild and intense. It’s everything.
He eats my pussy like it’s his favorite meal, giving me everything I’ve been needing, and more than making up for the lost time over these past six weeks.
The coil tightens and tightens, everything squeezing and clenching within me, and as his tongue continues its delicious torture, I explode, unable to hold on to it a second longer.
My orgasm tears through my body, blinding me with pure unadulterated pleasure, pulsing through my veins until my fingers and toes are clenched and I’m crying out in sweet agony.
“OH, GOD, CAESAR! YES!”
He’s relentless, and even when my thighs squeeze around his head, he still doesn’t give up working my cunt. My walls ferociously spasm around his thick fingers, and my whole body jolts with desperation.
My high goes on and on, rocking through every inch of me and filling me with the sweetest pleasure, my back arches right off the loveseat as my soul leaves my goddamn body, hovering somewhere up above me.
It’s intense and all-consuming, and as I finally reach my peak, I’m frantically gasping for air. Caesar takes pity on me, easing up and allowing me to come back to earth, and I swear, I feel the very moment my soul comes crashing back inside of me.
His fingers slow but never stop as his lips pull away, gently pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh.
I groan, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as he pulls himself up, his knee pressing into the loveseat between my thighs. His fingers remain buried inside of me as he hovers above me, his lips just a breath away from mine. “See how you come undone for me?”
I smile. “Mmm, because Daddy knows what I like.”
He groans, his gaze darkening. “Don’t fucking tempt me with that shit, hellcat. I’m already on edge.”
I push up onto my elbows, closing the distance between us as my lips press to his, tasting myself on his tongue. “I want you to fuck me, Caesar,” I murmur against his lips. “I want you to take me from behind, take me deep, giving me one inch at a time until I’m stretched wide. Make me see stars.”
He kisses me again, this time with more ferocity, more hunger, and I give it straight back. “You sure you can handle it?”
“You know I can,” I tell him. “Don’t you dare hold back. Otherwise, I’m taking control of this little party, and you and I both know that when I take control, I’m not the one left panting on the floor. So what’ll it be, Daddy?”
He groans again, his fingers suddenly curving up and making me gasp into his mouth. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, baby,” he rumbles. “On your fucking knees.”
Caesar grips my waist, and I don’t need to do a thing before I’m flipped over, my knees braced against the soft loveseat, my thighs spread as wide as they can go.
I arch my back, thrusting my ass as high as I can, giving Caesar one hell of a view as I reach forward and grip the end of the loveseat, knowing without a doubt that I’ll need to hold on for this ride.
Pressing my chest flat against the cushion, I feel him step up behind me. I suck in a breath, having needed to feel the way he fills me for so long.
His fingers dance around my entrance, slowly thrusting in and out as I push my hips back against him, desperately needing more.
But I know better. This is the Caesar show, and he’ll give me exactly what he deems I can have, when he wants to give it, and not a second before. But somehow he always gets it right.
“Fuck. Now, Caesar.”
His hand comes down in the perfect spank against my ass, and as the sharp sting throbs on my skin, I groan, my hips grinding with the sudden rush of pleasure. “You’ll get it when I say you’re ready. Patience, sweet girl.”
Goddamn it.
My hips rock back toward him, feeling the way he fists that massive cock right behind me, his hand rubbing soft circles over my stinging ass. “There you go,” he encourages, approving of my apparent patience as his fingers move back to my cunt, dipping back in and out.
I blow out a breath, not wanting to disappoint him by demanding more and delaying actually getting it, because this man will make me wait all night if he has to.
“Yes,” I pant, my eyes rolling with the sweet satisfaction of his fingers gently pushing inside of me.
“Do you know how fucking stunning you look like this?” he chides. “All for me.”
I nod against the loveseat. “All yours. All of me belongs to you.”
“That’s my good girl.”
I groan. The way he calls me his good girl makes my heart race with the filthiest desire, my walls clenching around his fingers.
“Alright, hellcat,” he says, slowly pulling his fingers out of me before I feel his tip at my entrance. “You’ve waited long enough. Are you ready now?”
“God, yes.”