Page 8 of Sacred Vow

He gazes at me a moment, as if really considering his response.

“Don’t get me wrong. They’re gorgeous. You’re gorgeous .

” His lips come down on my neck, and I groan, his tongue already working its magic.

“Your eyes . . . They’re hypnotic,” he continues.

“Seductive. Wicked. Captivating. Pretty doesn’t do them justice.

You could bring a man to his knees with those eyes. ”

“Smooth talker, I see.” I toss his shirt away before reaching for his pants, already feeling the strain of his thick cock within.

“And what about the thighs?” I ask, unable to keep from noticing just how well he takes care of himself.

His body is next to perfect, almost like a younger version of the silver fox at Vixen.

I feel his grin against my neck as he works my jeans down past my hips.

“That’s a fucking trap, babe,” he tells me, and I can’t help but laugh.

I’m five foot two and petite. The last thing I have is thick thighs, but I’m also delusional and like to pretend that I hit at least a few of the top beauty standards.

“You got ass, but don’t be fooling yourself.

You and I know these thighs ain’t thick.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t want them wrapped around my head. ”

A stupid smirk pulls across my lips. I wouldn’t mind them being wrapped around his head either, but first I need to see if he’ll be worth my time.

There’s no doubting it, this guy is fun.

He seems like the kind who’d make a night out unforgettable, but that doesn’t mean he’s capable of relieving me of this intense itch.

I have high hopes though. And in about ten seconds, I’m going to get the answers I’m looking for.

After releasing the buckle on his belt, I quickly work the front of his pants, and in record time, I’m reaching inside to his straining cock.

I wrap my tight fist around him before releasing him from the confines of his pants.

I work him up and down and the responding groan that rumbles through his chest is more than enough to know I have his approval.

My jeans are pulled down my not-thick thighs, along with my panties, and I shimmy them the rest of the way down before kicking them off my feet. Then without skipping a beat, his hands are on my ass, lifting me against the wall of the small stall.

My legs wrap around his waist and he pins me with his hips. “You ready?”

“God, yes,” I pant, my thighs already shaking.

I’ve never been so hungry for it.

Actually, that’s a lie. In the darkness of Vixen, I was overwhelmingly starved. It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. This is nice, but it doesn’t hold the same intensity that I felt the other night.

He reaches between my thighs, and when his fingers skim past my slit, I suck in a gasp, but before my body can even comprehend what’s about to happen, two thick fingers are thrust inside my waiting cunt.

“Oh fuck,” I groan as his fingers quickly explore, checking to see just how ready I really am. And damn, I won’t lie, he’s definitely scratching that itch, but it’s still unknown if he can relieve it entirely.

“Hmmmm,” he rumbles as my fist keeps working up and down, my thumb circling over his tip. “You’re a devilish little thing, aren’t you?”

“You’ve got no fucking idea.”

His lips return to my neck, and I tip my head back, opening for more. His fingers move within me, roaming past my G-spot and teasing me from within, but I need so much more. “Condom?” I ask, barely able to control the rapid rise and fall of my chest.

“Back pocket,” he says against my skin.

My free hand dives for his pocket, frantically feeling around until I feel the familiar texture of the packaging and pinch it between my fingers. I pull it out, and in an instant, grip it between my teeth. I tear it open and neither of us skips a beat as I roll it onto his thick cock.

“Fuck, that was hot,” he tells me.

I can’t help but grin back at him. “Shut up and fuck me already.”

His eyes sparkle like I’m some kind of magical gift to men. “Yes, ma’am.”

He doesn’t hesitate, tearing his fingers free from my cunt before taking his cock and guiding it to my entrance.

I feel his tip there for just a moment, swiping through my wetness before finally thrusting inside.

He fills me with ease, stretching my walls around his sheer size, and I throw my head back as the intense pleasure rocks through my body. “Holy shit.”

His whole body shudders, and he lowers his forehead to my shoulder, needing a moment. “Damn, baby. You really are a fucking devil.”

He finally starts to move, rolling his hips back and fucking me just the way I need, and with each powerful thrust, I get closer and closer to the edge. His gaze sails over my body, glancing down between us and watching the way his cock glistens with my wetness.

“Fuck, we look good together,” he mutters through a clenched jaw as his fingers dig into my hip, both of us barely holding on.

I go to respond when his brows furrow, looking a little too closely. “Wait. This tattoo. I’ve seen this before,” he says, placing his thumb over the small heart tattoo low on my pelvis.

Shit.

Humiliation washes through me. It’s not the first time I’ve accidentally screwed someone I’ve already had a wild one-night stand with and forgotten until it was already too late. But surely I haven’t made that mistake again. “Fuck. Don’t tell me we’ve done this before.”

“No,” he laughs. “I would have remembered fucking you. It’s just . . . something familiar about this—Oh SHIT! You’re the live-waxing girl.”

Oh my fucking God.

He howls with laughter, but there’s something sincere about it. He’s not laughing at me, but at the situation. “Shit. That was insane. Best”—he thrusts—“two minutes of livestreaming I’ve ever watched.”

He changes the angle of his hips and takes me so much deeper, leaving me gasping for air. I clutch his big shoulder, my nails leaving little half-moons in his tanned skin. “Tell me”—I gasp—“that you didn’t just recognize me from my pussy and not my face.”

He grins back at me. “To be fair, your face was only shown for like . . . a second.”

“Oh my god. This is humiliating.”

“Nah, baby. You’re good,” he says, his breath coming in just as hard as mine. “I’m honored that I get to be the man the infamous livestreaming girl allowed to fuck her up against a bathroom stall.”

“College really doesn’t get better than this, huh?”

He laughs before his free hand curls around the base of my throat, sending shockwaves sailing through my body. My pussy clenches around his thick cock and he grins as he meets my eyes. “You like that, huh?”

All I can do is grin back at him and let him see the wild thrill in my eyes.

“Well fuck. What kind of magical land did you come from?”

I roll my eyes, liking this guy more and more. “What’s your name?”

“Zephyr.”

“As in ‘The Zephyr Song’ by Red Hot Chili Peppers?”

“Ha. I wish. That would be a cooler story,” he says, rolling those skilled hips back and thrusting into me once again, bringing me that much closer to the edge, and honestly, I don’t think I’ve got much left in me.

“My mother had a thing for Greek mythology. Plus, my father’s Greek, so I suppose I was doomed to end up with a name like Zeph. ”

Oooh. So he’s Greek. I can get down with that. No wonder he knows how to fuck. I find the Greek are always good when it comes to putting it down. “Zephyr is the God of air, right?”

“Close. God of wind.”

“Ahh, you know I have a friend who’s all about wind.”

He arches a brow. “Oh yeah? Is she as wild as you are?”

“You could say that,” I breathe, having to clutch onto him tighter as my pussy begins throbbing for release, so fucking close to exploding. “I’m Tilly, by the way.”

“More than a pleasure to meet you, Tilly.”

“You’re about two seconds away from making me come on your cock in a bathroom stall. Stop with the whole gentleman act. You and I both know you’re more of a savage than a gentleman.”

He laughs. “Does that mean I get to fuck you like a savage now?”

“Please!”

Without hesitation, his hand tightens around my throat as his other scoops beneath my knee, hoisting it as high as it’ll go.

I gasp as the movement shifts my hips, taking him at a whole new angle.

Zephyr pounds into me, slamming that thick cock deep into my pussy over and over again as my walls clench around him.

“Holy fuck,” I pant.

“That’s right, baby. Take it.”

He gives me everything until we’re both gasping for breath, and as his pelvis rocks against my clit, my world completely comes undone. I come hard, my orgasm shooting through me like a million bullets shattering glass.

I throw my head back against the wall as my pussy crumbles, wildly convulsing around Zephyr’s skillful cock. “Oh fuck,” I pant, clutching him tighter than ever, positive my nails are drawing blood.

My eyes roll in the back of my head as the intense pleasure pulses rapidly through my veins, bringing my whole body to life. My toes curl, my thighs shake, and all I can do is cry out.

“Fuck, baby,” Zephyr groans, his thrusts becoming more powerful as my pussy convulses around him. He finishes with a roar, his whole body jolting as he comes with me.

He keeps going as my pussy milks every last drop out of him, not stopping until we’ve both come down from our high.

“Holy shit,” Zephyr says, releasing both my throat and knee until I’m pinned against the stall with my legs wrapped around his waist, both of us needing a moment before we’re able to find composure.

I take a heavy breath, needing to stabilize myself against him. “You can say that again.”

A minute passes before we’re both able to think clearly, and he lowers me to my feet, holding on to my hip and making sure I can stand before putting a few inches of space between us. “Shit. You good?” he asks, freeing himself of the used condom before tucking his cock back into his pants.

“More than good,” I say, taking a quick glance around for my clothes.

“Hope I thoroughly scratched that itch.”

I take a moment to fully consider if my itch is finally satisfied before letting out a sigh as I realize it’s not.

Don’t get me wrong, that’s closer than I’ve been able to get over the past few days, so he definitely deserves credit for that, but there’s still a wild need deep inside of me, put there by one certain silver fox, and I’m starting to doubt whether it will ever go away.

“I mean . . .”

“Fuck me. Way to shoot me down.”

“Sorry,” I laugh. “You were incredible, and trust me, I more than needed that. I’m starting to think it’s more about a specific person I’m needing to scratch this specific itch, but you’re the closest I’ve been able to get to putting out the fire.”

“No shit, huh. An ex?”

I shake my head. “More like a complete stranger I saw from across the room. I don’t know a thing about him, not his name or where to find him, just that he fucks like a god and I need to have a go on that particular ride.”

“Fuck, babe. You’re screwed,” he says, buckling his belt as I ungracefully pull my jeans up my legs. Though, I don’t get the impression this guy cares.

I let out a breath. “Don’t I know it.”

“So,” he says, grabbing my shirt and handing it to me. “What do you like to eat?”

My head snaps up, my brows as high as they can possibly go as I gape at this perfect stranger. “Oh, no, no, no. I think you’ve got the wrong idea here. I’m not looking for anything between you and me. You’re a great fuck and all, but I’m not interested in being someone’s girlfriend.”

Zephyr laughs. “Whoa. Slow down, babe. I’m not looking to put a ring on your finger,” he tells me, his words easing something within me. “I just figured if you’re coming back to my place so we can fuck that itch out of your system all night, you’re gonna need some energy.”

Taking a step back, I gaze at this handsome stranger and feel a profound fondness filling my chest. “I think that’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“What can I say?” he chuffs, that cocky smirk returning to his face. “I’m a modern-day poet. My one goal in life is to sweep these bitches right off their feet.”

“I think I just fell in love with you.”

“Get fucked,” he says. “If you’re gonna start talking like that, I’ll have no choice but to bend you over and beat it out of you.”

“Wow,” I say, making a show of fanning myself. “Keep talking like that and I might just let you.”

Zephyr grins and reaches for the lock on the stall door. “Did we just become best friends?”

I grin right back at him, knowing this man is about to be someone I’ll cherish for the rest of my life. “I think we did, now stop being such a sentimental asshat and get me a burger. This girl’s gotta eat.”