Page 50 of His Vicious Vow
“You will get my cock, piccolina. Once you’ve come so many times you can’t remember your name let alone mine.” It’s a promise.
His mouth moves over me, pressing a gentle kiss to my tummy. I normally can’t stand anyone touching my stomach—I cringe at the idea of someone thinking of how fat I am. I don’t with Sandro. I’m aware he’s hoping his kiss is going to our baby. Guilt hits me for taking the shot.
My head goes back as he sucks deep, on my nipple. The scraping of his teeth over my sensitive flesh sends my hips bucking up for more of him fucking me with his fingers. Sandro only chuckles as he nips again before sucking deep to soothe. I want to beg him to stop but I’d hate it more if he did. Again and again he nips at my nipple before sucking deep to soothe.
Oh god, I never see the orgasm coming. It’s a small one, not the kind that shatter me more of a gentle splash into the waves of pleasure. The fingers inside me don’t slow but he does move to my other breast. “Too sensitive, no please stop. I need a minute.” I whisper as he pulls me under the waves.
“You can take more, piccolina.” Sandro urges me as those fingers become demanding. “You’re stunning when you break apart for me. Be my good girl. The stronger your orgasm the better for me to give you our first baby girl. You want my come, don’t you my dear wife?”
“Yes, please I want it. It feels so good, so hot it’s like you’re burning into me. Please I need you inside me.” I beg him.
He nips harder than he has before pulling a squeal of pain from me. I crash so hard into my orgasm it’s painful. I’m lost in the riptide terrified I won’t find my way out of it. I force my eyes open searching for land. Sandro is off the bed, there’s my land, my port in this storm of desire he’s left me in. He’s undressing too damn slowly for me. I blink and his hands are on the back of my thighs to make room for him.
Big, so fucking big even with my body trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm my body fights him. It stings. I welcome the pain—love the way it morphs into pleasure so intense I know this isn’t a dream because nothing in my life has ever felt this amazing.
“That’s it, piccolina you can take me. I wish you could see how fucking gorgeous your slick pussy lips look wrapped around my cock.” He thrusts deep until there’s nothing between us we both moan from the pleasure. His forehead falls on mine. “Are you okay?” He whispers.
I shake my head as I meet glowing sapphire. He stiffens. “I’m not okay. I’m desperate for you to fuck me until I can’t remember my name let alone yours my dear husband.”
A growl warns the tight leash of control he keeps on himself is gone, he moves in me like a man possessed and I love every powerful thrust.
Yes, yes, god yes. Please, harder I need harder—just like that. Minutes, that could be seconds or an hour later I explode. I’m torn apart at every seam spilling out all the fears, anger, and pain forced into me for years. They fall into the ocean around me sinking below the waves, no longer seen, felt, or hold power over me.
Sandro growls my name at the moment his orgasm spills inside me. As it did that first time the sensation of him filling me full of the molten essence of him sends another shimmering small orgasm through me. He holds me close with his head against mine. The moment is utter perfection, putting me back together without all the angst of the past.
Sandro begins to pull away, I cling to him—my legs I thought nothing but mush wrap around his hips. “No, please. You feel so good.”
“I’m too heavy for you.” He murmurs against my mouth.
“I don’t care.” A hand is down at my leg trying to pull me from around him. The lie flashes, I don’t care I’ll use it. “It’s better for me to get pregnant.” I tighten my legs around him.
Stiffening, he raises up on his arms to look down on me. “Despite you getting a birth control shot?”
CHAPTER 19
Sandro
Her eyes go wide.
I smile down at her. “It wasn’t a birth control shot. Did you really think I wouldn’t be prepared for every move you make against me?”
She tries to push me off, I don’t budge. “How could you? How the hell could my doctor?”
“Easily, my dear wife. I knew what your neurotic fear would cause you to do. As for you doctor I’m going to go with not as easily. But she doesn’t have almost eight hundred thousand dollars in student loans hanging over her any longer. I’m guessing the loss of the weight of the debt relieves her guilt.”
“Eight hundred thousand dollars?” She gasps. “You spent almost a million dollars to—to, I can’t believe you think it was worth that much money. It’s insane.” She’s shaking her head in disbelief.
“I do believe we’ve covered this already. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you. The money is negligible compared to what I get in return which is you and a family.” I want to say the words, they’re on the tip of my tongue, until she starts crying.
Her tears twist my chest, halt all words and thought. She throws her arms around me and clings tight. Relief pours through every cell in my body. I open my mouth to tell her but her mouth is pressed against mine kissing me frantically—desperately.
I feel her legs wrap around me. I’m not proud of how out of control I am as I move within her. Yet Carina doesn’t protest, instead urges me on with her moans, begging me for more, all of me. Since I can deny her nothing, I do.
She hits her climax fast. But I’m not close. Now that’s she’s come I slow to savor the bliss of her tight pussy. Inside Carina I found heaven. It isn’t because no man has ever known her, it isn’t because she is the first woman I’ve ever been inside without a condom—although it feels amazing. It’s because inside her I’m home. I don’t understand it and I’m not going to try. I’m simply going to be thankful I found her.
The witch grips me from inside making her insanely tight. Fucking hell, I lose all sense of myself to give her my come the way she pleads for. To fill her until I spill out of her. My dirty girl, so fucking needy. She shudders around me with her orgasm milking me for my own and I follow her—giving her everything she asks for, including my heart.
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