Page 20 of Vow

“Just a taste,” she heard him say. Her panties fell down her legs, then. “Open up for me.”

She stepped out of those forgotten panties, and widened her stance. His mouth was already on her pussy before she could drag in her next breath. He hadn’t lied about the just a taste thing. He teased her with his mouth and tongue just long enough to make her ready to beg.

And then he pulled away.

Andino tugged her into his lap; his hands grabbed her thighs with a rough touch, and fingertips that gripped hard enough to leave marks behind. And yet, she couldn’t find it in herself to give a single fuck about it.

Not when he was spreading her wider.

Not when he was whispering in her ear.

“You want me to fuck you? You want my cock, baby?”

“Yes.”

Yes, yes, yes.

The answer was always going to be yes.

She fumbled with his pants to free his cock. Once she had his hard length in her hands, she took a moment to appreciate the weight and size of him as she stroked him slowly. All the while, that mouth of his was back on her throat—kissing, biting, and leaving behind more memories for her to feel even when she couldn’t see them.

Every time she fisted his length, his hips jerked upward. His hands on her ass grasped tighter, and he pulled her hips into his groin. A low groan slipped from his lips, and skimmed over her skin even as she fitted him between her thighs.

That first inch of him was heaven. It was the bliss she missed the most, and a sensation she would happily die feeling. No one had ever fucked Haven quite like Andino did. No one filled her as full, or stretched her open like he did.

It was fucking delirious.

Or, that’s how it made her.

“Take what you want, then,” she heard him breathe against her chin when she tipped her head back. “Take it from me.”

Being on top gave her back a sense of control, but his words only added to it. She controlled the pace, and how much of him she wanted to take. She decided when to make their fucking harder, and when to slow him down.

And still, all she wanted was everything.

All of it.

“Just fuck me,” Haven muttered.

So, he did.

Hands firmly on her ass, and his mouth attacking hers. Thick cock bare, and making her ache with every deep thrust. She found stability tangling her fingers in his hair, and gasping for breath. But it was only an illusion. Even the control she thought he gave her had been an illusion.

He fucked her hard.

She begged for more.

He slowed them down.

Still, she didn’t come. He wouldn’t let her. Every time she came close enough, he pulled back until her body calmed, and then he went right back at it. Again, and again, and again. Until she felt like she was going to come apart at the damn seams. And she trembled on the edge until he was pounding into her again.

Until she was sobbing because her mind was a mess, and her body couldn’t take anymore.

Please, please let me come.

It was all she could say.

It was only after he’d flipped her over, and fucked her hard enough to make her throat raw from screaming that he finally let her fly.