Page 22 of Vows From Hell

Why the hell was I the one begging? So much for having this man on his knees for me. In the end, I fell into his little scheme all over again, and for some reason, I didn’t hate it as much as I thought I would. If anything, it felt familiar, hence I was more than comfortable with it.

“Your wish is my command, Bambi.’’

His tongue worked quicker, and he knew exactly where to put pressure. His fingers didn’t fall behind, either, as he continued to fuck me, twisting them inside.

That was all it took for me to climax all over his face with the loudest scream I could muster. I wouldn’t be surprised if I lost my voice by morning, but I didn’t care. All I wanted, needed, and desperately desired were his touches.

“Such a good girl for me, Bambi.”

I peeled my eyes open, just in time to see him sucking my juices off his fingers. Instead of being sensitive for anything else, my core clenched, and I was eager for more.

With a wicked gaze, Micah removed his clothes quickly.

I couldn’t help but stare in awe.

Even back then, I thought that the tattoos on his body, and his body itself, were a work of art. But now that he’d been working out even more, his defined abs and perfectly toned muscles were in my view.

I wanted to lick every inch of him.

“You’re staring,’’ he chuckled. “You can touch me all you want.’’

Just as I was about to stand up and actually start touching his body, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, a taunting smirk tugged on the corner of his lips.

“But not now.’’ He grinned. “Now, I’m the one doing all the touching.’’

“Just a little, please,’’ I whined, and he laughed, kissing my lips.

“Tomorrow. For now, I want to enjoy you.’’

He made distance between us, and that was when I glanced at his hard cock. Stroking it a bit, he pushed my legs further apart with his knee. He still had the tip pierced, though this time it was a different piercing.

Regardless, I was eager to feel it inside of me.

He teased my entrance with his tip, the cold metal making my mind go blank. His precum mixed with my juices, and with a slight push, the tip was inside of me. I thought he’d go easy on me, but of course, the bastard had other ideas.

In one, harsh and quick push, he was as deep inside me as possible.

I grabbed his shoulders, my sharp nails digging into his skin.

“Fucking hell,’’ he groaned. “This is something I’ll never get tired of. You feel so fucking perfect for me, Bambi.’’

My cheeks heated up, suddenly feeling embarrassed. Throat dry, I couldn’t swallow.

As if sensing it, Micah kissed me fiercely, his tongue swirling against mine. My moans filled the kiss as he started moving roughly.

“Deeper, Micah. I need you deeper.’’

My words of desperation reached him, and he briefly stopped, only to put my legs on his shoulders. He kissed my ankle while staring into my eyes, desire filling the intense gaze.

Then, he truly started fucking me.

His thrusts were fast and deep, and with each one, I was screaming. I felt him in my stomach, enjoying the way he filled me up. He lowered his head and took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking on it and biting.

It was painful, but with his thrusts, it became one of the most pleasurable experiences in my life.

“Fuck, Bambi,’’ he groaned, closing his eyes. “This time, you’re not going anywhere. I’m not letting you go, ever.’’

“Is that a promise?”