Page 62 of Sacred Vow
Caesar takes my hip and slowly guides his thick cock inside of me, and just like I said, he takes me inch by inch, taking his damn time as my walls slowly stretch around him. He takes me deeper and deeper, and by the time he’s fully seated inside me, my walls are spasming around him.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry into the loveseat, my fingers gripping the edge as I try to calm myself, already so close to losing control.
He slowly begins to rock, taking it easy and sensing that I need a minute so I don’t ruin this for both of us, but there’s only so much a girl can do when a man like Caesar Di Rozé is buried inside of her.
“Okay,” I finally say, letting out a shaky breath as his hand hovers over my ass, his thumb teasing me with what’s to come. “I’m ready.”
Caesar groans, and when I glance back over my shoulder, I find his eyes blazing, jaw clenched, and an intense desperation radiating out of him, just as close to the edge as I am.
He catches my stare, and those blazing eyes ignite.
His body rolls, his hips draw back, and finally, he thrusts hard inside of me.
“Oh fuuuuck,” I moan, only now realizing how much trouble I’m really in, and judging by the look in his eye, he’s right there with me. “Again.”
His fingers tighten on my hip, and without hesitation, he draws back again and gives me exactly what I want, fucking me raw and wild, filling me with that thick cock and stretching me wide.
He shatters me again and again, and when he adds his thumb into the mix, pressing it into my ass, I lose all sense of control.
My hand slips between my thighs, rolling my fingers over my needy clit in tight little circles as we both fight to keep this going, the intensity skyrocketing like never before.
I clench my eyes, focusing on the sharp, frantic pants that are pulled from my chest as I struggle to catch my breath.
It’s too much. I can’t possibly survive this, and yet every last second of it is pure ecstasy.
Caesar’s fingers tighten on my hip, and I know come morning, there’ll be the perfect imprint of his fingers left on my skin, and I welcome it. I fucking need it, and when I push back against him, taking him even deeper, he groans, barely holding on.
“Tilly,” he warns.
“I can’t . . . I can’t hold on.”
“Let it go, hellcat. Let me feel your tight little cunt squeeze me. Let me feel you break.”
Oh, God.
He thrusts deep again, his body rolling so perfectly, hitting all the right spots, and as my fingers roll over my clit and he presses his thumb into my ass, everything shatters.
I cry out, my orgasm tearing through me like a fucking freight train, destroying everything in its path.
My walls rapidly convulse, squeezing his thick cock as he thrusts again, letting out a deep groan and coming right along with me, emptying his hot load deep inside my spasming cunt.
“Fuck, hellcat.”
My whole body continues to shatter, my thighs violently shaking as my hips uncontrollably jolt. I gasp, one hand white-knuckling the loveseat and the other becoming paralyzed, unable to keep tormenting my sensitive clit with its tight little circles.
“CAESAR,” I cry, the intensity becoming too much.
“Ride it out, hellcat,” he says, refusing to give in as he keeps thrusting that thick cock deep inside of me.
I try to breathe through it, pushing myself to my absolute limits as the high just keeps building, keeps pushing and demanding everything that I’ve got, but I give it, determined to see it through.
“That’s right,” he says, the pride in his voice soothing the wildness within me. “You’ve got it.”
My breaths come easier, and as I hit that peak and finally begin coming down the other side, my body crumbles, falling into a heavy heap against the loveseat.
Caesar eases his movements and returns one hand to my hip and the other to my back, gently rubbing soothing circles until I finally catch my breath.
When I’ve visibly calmed, he pulls out and scoops me right off the loveseat.
He sits on the main couch, and I crumble against his warm chest as I straddle him, my arms braced around his neck. “You’re too much,” I tell him.
Caesar laughs. “Baby, you did all that on your own. I can’t make your body do anything it’s not open to.”
I laugh right back. “So, not only are you a creepy stalker pervert, you’re also a liar.”
“Call it how I see it, hellcat.”
I roll my eyes and sit up, staring directly at him as a brilliant warmth spreads through my chest . . . and also between my thighs. “I don’t think I’ve ever been happier in my life than when I’m with you,” I tell him. “Nothing could ever compare to this.”
Caesar reaches up, his fingers brushing my hair back over my ear. “Is that so?”
A soft smile pulls at my lips, and I nod.
“Good, because I don’t ever intend to let you go, Tilly Bardot. You’re mine now and forever. Fuck the vow, and fuck society’s standards. I don’t give a shit that I’m twenty-odd years older than you. You belong right here with me.”
“Is that so?” I tease.
Caesar nods. “That’s so.”
“My, oh my. If I were a gambling woman, I’d bet that you are in love with me, Caesar Di Rozé.”
He rolls his eyes. He’s more than told me this. He’s all but screamed it at me over and over again these past six weeks, but I’ll never tire of hearing it, never tire of being his.
“You’re damn right,” he says, and with that, he pulls me right back in, those warm lips pressing against mine in the sweetest kiss.