Page 84 of His Vicious Vow
Once she’s done eating she hops off my lap, grabs my hand, and leads me to our bedroom. The moment we’re inside she drops the robe. I reach for her but her hand goes to my chest.
“Wait, you have to open your gift.” I’m handed a small box.
I open it, it’s a bottle of lube. Then she hands me another box much larger. This woman. It’s a training trio for her ass, three butt plugs going from a few inches to six. I pull her to me. “Best gift I’ve ever gotten.”
It is, no exaggeration. Over the last month or so I’ve been preparing her by fucking her with my fingers yet was worried anything more than the small silver plug I got her would overwhelm her. Although she loved it, I couldn’t let go of the concern I wanted it more than her. Since I’m long and thick as fuck I’ve had many exes in the past refuse it. While I enjoyed it, I didn’t need it.
Wrapping my hand around her throat, I bring her mouth to mine. “I want you to tell me if it’s too much for you. We can stop at any time. My pleasure is not more important than yours. I’m going to do my best to ensure you come long and hard but if you don’t, if you can’t then we don’t keep going. And just because we do it now doesn’t mean we have to do it again. Do you understand?”
Carina licks my lips. “I do. For the record, I opened it last week and have been playing with the small one and middle one in case I hated it. And I love it.”
On second thought she might spend the next twenty-five years pregnant. Walking her to the bed my greedy girl licks her lips in anticipation. I keep my boxers on, any help to last as long as I can is going to be necessary. “On your knees.”
She scrambles onto the bed going down to her elbows immediately to give me full access to her ass. Christ. I have to squeeze the base of my cock before I come without even touching her. This isn’t a new position to her, we both found immense pleasure in it.
Since my fingers are longer than the smallest one I take the middle one and lube it well. The tip is maybe half an inch wide becoming wider until it got to an inch and a half. My greedy girl’s fingers are buried in her pussy before I even finish lubing it up and getting on the bed behind her.
The way the plug slides easily inside her until the thickest part which pulls a moan from her and has her fingers frantic inside her. “More, please, I love the way it hurts.”
Fucking hell, the shit she says. I hated anything hurting her but she pleaded for spankings on both her pussy and her ass often. Because I didn’t like denying her anything I did it. What she loved most was when I fucked her from behind after spanking her until her ass was red. With that in mind I spank one cheek hard again and again as I bury the plug inside her.
She gasps and no fucking way, she did not just come. Only the way her whole body trembles says she did. Grasping her wrist I bring it across her chest as I sink into her soaking wet pussy. Through the thin membrane I feel the toy in her ass.
“Oh god, oh god.” Carina moans as I grip her hips and begin fucking her hard, fast, and so damn deep. Her hands clench in the covers and screams into the bed.
It’s wrong, it has to be to enjoy turning her inside out. To love the way she screams from the bottom of her lungs. Except I can’t not do it. I need to see in her what she does to me.
I spank her ass, a smack to each cheek as I fuck her. Her pussy grips me hard enough to break with every smack. She hits her climax and shatters so completely her legs give out from under her.
Damn it, I’m slipping from her. I send one arm under her tummy and another across her chest holding her up while I pound hard, closer and closer to my own orgasm. When I come I see stars and barely manage to roll onto my side with my cock buried inside her the way she loves so much.
It’s several minutes before she sighs. “Happy Birthday.”
I bring her mouth to mine. “This is only the beginning of the day. By the end of it my cock will be in your ass and I have my own toy that will be inside your pussy. But for now, rest.”
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Carina
“Carina, hello?” Celia says my name what I’m now realizing is for the third time. Thank god we’re phone talkers and don’t video chat.
I blush. “Sorry. I um was trying to do two things at once.”
“Are you in the nursery painting again?”
Yes, that’s what I was thinking of not wondering how soon before we can repeat him fucking me in the ass with the awesome new vibrator he bought me since his birthday a month ago. “Uh, huh, let me go sit in the living room with Kiki so I can focus.” Or try to anyway. “So what’s up?”
“Milos told me the wildest shit a few days ago. I know I should have called you sooner but between his brother’s wedding and attempting to process it…”
“Celia? What the hell, stop talking. Spit it out.” A thousand things are running through my head. None of them are even close to what she says.
This time when she says my name a few times I hear them every time—I simply have no words. “They’ve been married all these years? Carlo gave a shit about us and was trying to protect us?” I shake my head. “If it were anyone but Milos telling you this I’d call the person a fucking liar.”
“Exactly! I wasn’t even sure if I should tell you. What does him supposedly caring matter when we went through eighteen years of how he treated us? If he could supposedly love mom, there was a way for him not to be a fucker to us. The more I think of it the more it pisses me off. Milos worried if he should tell me too. This is selfish as hell but I didn’t want to be alone with it.”
I shrug. “I understand I think it will take a few days for me to comprehend too. That’s why he wanted me married off to Sandro?” Did Sandro know?
“I understand. Oops, I messed up. I’m late for lunch. Gotta go, love you.”