Page 20 of Unwritten Vows

Liza

He grabs me and pulls me into his arms with shocking force, and I’m as surprised as I always am by his strength.

I know his body is solid, and I’ve seen firsthand from my fair share of social media videos how hard he works on it, but he just doesn’t play this type of man on his TikTok page.

In fact, none of the men I know show their passion this way.

They don’t grab me and wrangle me into their arms without a thought.

They don’t rip my dress down as they carry me to the door, mauling my skin with their teeth.

The heavy door of the suite we came from shuts behind him and he continues carrying me into his room. He nips my neck while rubbing my nape with his hand, just under my hairline. My head falls back; I simply can’t hold it up any longer. “Fuck, me.”

I don’t answer him, too busy with the onslaught of sensations I’ve never felt before, and he doesn’t speak again.

He just sticks his face into my pussy as he stands at the foot of the bed, holding me up and open with his two large hands and sucking the life out of me, giving me the kiss of death right between the legs.

I can’t stop it now—I’m loud and helpless, crying out his name. This time, it’s to make sure he knows what he’s doing to me. And that he better follow through. He’s talked a big game, after all.

“What are you going to do?” I sound half greedy and half tentative. I wish I could decide on which one I actually want to feel.

He ignores my entreaty, but I realize, without a care in the world, that I would let him do whatever he wants to me in this position.

I had sworn to myself that he would never get the best of me—that he would never get what he really wanted from me.

I’m not just taking those words back now, but begging for it. I want him to ruin me.

But shouldn’t I talk to him about this? I need to tell him…

“Wait, stop. Derrick, I have to—”

He leans down to my ear and whispers what sounds like a final warning. “Tell me to stop, just one more time, and I’ll never touch you again. I’ll never do it, no matter how much you want me, like you do right now.”

I’m so torn. So confused, as his words make my stomach flip. He’s smart; being threatened makes me want it so much more. “But I…I…”

“You pretty little liar,” he breathes over me as I squirm, holding his hand up, shining with the viscous fluid from between my legs. He trails it slowly up my stomach, and his hands land on my breasts again. This time, they’re punishing, pinching and slapping me when I squeal.

“You love this. You like the green eyes and the blond hair, too.” He chuckles quietly and I feel it rumble through my chest as I lay speechless. “It’s okay, baby. Admit it, because it can be yours. And once you say it, I can open up all new doors for you.”

I’m trembling, and I’m pretty sure he’s happy about that.

He kisses my mouth and sucks on my bottom lip as I try to speak.

“New doors?” I shiver with the implication.

“Are you one of those bored rich kids with weird kinks? Are you gonna ask me to…” I choke on my own words for a second before realizing that I don’t even know what to say.

I’ve already let him do things to me that I never thought I would.

I finally finish lamely, “To do something weird?”

“I guess you’ll just have to find out.” He moves a hand down to my clit one last time to make me squeal. I almost explode into an orgasm, but hold it in at the last minute.

“Oh, did you control yourself? What a good girl you are.” Something in my head registers that I’m maybe not supposed to like the words he’s saying—perhaps I’m supposed to be offended by them—but a warm feeling of pride leaks through my chest. He thinks I’m good.

I’m so preoccupied with it all and realize too late that his pants are off and there’s a condom rolled onto his very hard cock, which is positioned right at my entrance.

“You keep being a good girl for me,” he says, lining himself up against my center. “I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll beg me for it every time. I know I have that effect on you, Liza.”

“Derrick,” I whisper, my voice failing, barely able to speak but knowing I should say it. “I need to—to—”

He thrusts into me. Slowly, but not slow enough. I cry out, feeling a sweet burn race through my core.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, you’re so fucking tight. This cunt feels—” His words cut off as he looks down at my face, wincing over more than just my pleasure and pain, as his next jut forward into me is cut short. His eyes narrow and he looks down at where we’re joined together for a beat too long.

He stops all movement and swallows hard. “Why is there… are you a virgin?”

I’m a little shell-shocked, wondering how this could have possibly escalated so quickly, but I manage to answer anyway. “I, um… I was trying to tell you…”

He lets out a low breath, his bottom lip hanging down slightly, before looking into my eyes, waiting for me to continue.

There it is: that concern again. I knew I saw it earlier.

The fact that he cares—that I have an effect on him that no one else in his life has—sends a swarm of butterflies through my stomach.

Derrick holds my hips tighter, in an almost painful grip. “Tell me I’m wrong or that you’re okay right now, Liza.”

“I’m… I’m okay.”

I can still feel his heavy cock spearing into me—can still feel his erection pulsating through my body. But he’s holding himself steady inside of me, looking down with soft eyes. The butterflies in my stomach do somersaults at the realization.

“Little Liza,” he says, with a hand to my cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me before tonight? Before all this?”

I feel oddly emotional, and I really don’t know why.

I can’t let him see that. There’s a reason it’s him.

It’ll just be easier with someone like him.

And he’ll know how to make it feel good, so it won’t suck .

I justify the act to myself, but I know there’s more hidden beneath the surface.

It’s not even hidden very well, in fact.

Whatever the reason, I don’t want it to matter to me, so I certainly don’t want it to matter to him. He doesn’t care about anything. But if he doesn’t care about anything… why is he looking at me like that?

“It’s not something you talk about every day. I don’t care. I, um, just wanted to do it. It’s not you , I mean, I just…”

He swallows and grits his teeth, but the desire doesn’t leave his eyes. He wants me just as bad as he always has; maybe even more now. But he still doesn’t move.

“Liza, if I’d known… you should have fucking told me.”

I shake my head hard and squirm against him to get some friction between us.

I feel moisture in my eyes and get frustrated.

“If you’d known, then what , Derrick? What would you have thought?

That I was even more of a little girl than you knew?

What would you have done? Treated me differently? Fuck that.”

His gaze is too caring as he looks into my eyes and trails a hand down my cheek.

It’s too overwhelming. I don’t want him like this.

I need him to be the arrogant, thoughtless, womanizing prick he always is.

But the gaze he gives me now, searching for something I can’t imagine he’s looked for in any other woman…

I can’t handle it. I don’t want my virginity to make me vulnerable. But having him look at me this way...

“I knew you were a sweet, innocent little thing. I didn’t realize you were a virgin, though.”

My lips tremble downward, and I know I’m going to cry if he keeps talking like this. Fuck!

I try one more time. “Cut it out, Derrick. Just shut up and fuck me, okay?” My voice breaks when I say the words “shut up.”

But it works. He blinks at me and nods. Then, his eyes shutter a bit, and his demeanor changes, just for the moment we’re in right now.

He squints into his usual expression of icy amusement, and his lips curl up in the corners to an evil grin.

I breathe out in relief as my tears dry just a split second before they fall.

“You’ll regret that decision,” he says, jutting into me again.

I try not to notice how much softer it is than the first time.

“But I bet I can still make you come your first time.” He eases up, going slowly, but changing his movements.

He grinds into me with intention. “You have just made me so painfully hard, my little virgin Liza. I want to worship you before I desecrate you. I want to wreck this beautiful fucking temple.” He grabs my hips as he rolls his own against me with care.

“I’m going to show you all of my toys and tricks, my little virgin, and you’ll worship at my temple soon. ”

He squeezes me everywhere, wetting his fingers with his tongue and rubbing them over the hard buds of my nipples with an expert touch.

I’m able to get lost again. The burning pain is replaced with an amazing build up of pressure that I’ve never felt before.

He spears into me hard, three times—four times in a row, and the pain only heightens the pleasure that comes a split second later.

“Derrick!” I cry, throwing my head back and arching up, screaming his name as he penetrates me harshly one last time.

There’s a lightning bolt of pleasure and I come somehow, even though I’ve always heard it doesn’t happen the first time.

But the combination of his words and his harsh gyrating movements against me, contrasted with soft words and his hands holding me so gently, makes me explode.

It feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced, no matter what I’ve tested out alone in my bedroom.

I can’t believe how much better it is when I’m full of his cock, pushed inside of me as far as he can go, whispering about how dirty he’ll make my pretty, clean pussy.

“Oh my god, your face is so red, your mouth is wide open, your shy little orgasm is going to make me—” he ruts into me and I cry out in pain, but the fact that I’ve just had the most amazing feeling of my life makes it hard to be too upset about it.

He throws his head back and gasps before I feel his cock throb inside of me, sliding me up against the headboard with the weight of his body.

He crashes down next to me, and to my great shock, pulls me to him to pant into my ear.

“A virgin. I never thought I’d want a virgin.

But I like it, little Liza. I like having my own little virgin. ”

I’m too tired to try and tell him I’m not his, and frankly, this post-orgasm high is screaming at me to let him have me any time he wants. He nudges me, and I nudge him back, sighing into his neck.

“I’m not gonna lie; I thought that perhaps you hated me, little Liza,” he whispers quietly into my neck.

“I don’t hate anyone. Especially not right now.”

I feel his arms tighten around me. “I think…” he bites my ear softly. “I think maybe you like me.”

I shrug. “I’m considering liking you. You better play your cards right, though.”

I feel him smile against my sweaty skin. “I just have to play them extra carefully, since you’re good at seeing through my tricks.”