Page 126 of Temporary Vows

Nearly as fast as mine.

Is he as nervous as me?

No. This is Dorian. The man who’s in a class of his own. The man thinks of himself as a god. He doesn’t get nervous.

He catches my hand, reclaiming control. And confirming my thoughts.

Then he undoes his belt and pushes his pants and boxers down his legs.

His huge, thick cock juts free and my eyes go wide. It’s the biggest and thickest I’ve ever seen.

“Don’t worry,” he says, leaning in to brush his nose against mine. “I’ll go slow, little Lamb.”

The delicious promise leaves my head spinning with anticipation. And it hits me—this is actually happening. Right here in the bridal suite.

I’m certain most newlyweds make it home first, but us—the contracted couple—we won’t.

Dorian finishes taking off his pants and shoes, then he reaches for me again. He turns me to face the wall and spreads my legs wide. I glance over my shoulder to see what he’s doing.

He pushes me down and then his tongue is licking against my pussy, running long strokes against my clit. I moan out loud, my fingers pressing into the wall, desperately seeking purchase against the flat surface.

Hot bursts of pleasure spiral through my nerves leaving my body quivering.

He makes a sound like he’s tasting the sweetest thing on earth. “You’re so wet and pretty here,” he groans, stroking my folds. “You’re going to feel so good on my cock.”

I look back at him just as he straightens, and catch a glimpse of him gripping his cock and fisting himself. Pre-cum beads at the tip of the head. The sight sends arousal crashing through me again.

How many times have I imagined him like this? How many years. There were too many to count. I almost believe I wanted him so badly, this moment is all in my mind.

Suddenly he grabs my hips, reminding me he’s real. Once more I’m turned back to the wall. My eyes meet the silk patterns on the wallpaper and I brace myself, my muscles quivering.

Then I feel the head of his cock pushing against my entrance.

It’s been so long since I had sex—years. I almost forget how this part is supposed to feel, but Dorianwouldfeel different. I’ve never been with anybody like him.

He plunges deep inside me, his massive cock hitting my G-spot with such a powerful force my entire body buckles.

He holds me up, steadying me as he pushes deeper, slowly filling me up.

I cry out. I don’t think I can take anymore. But I contract around him, my body craving him.

One hand strokes my back then wanders to my breast, rolling my nipple until it’s tight again. Then he starts moving inside me, in and out, in a slow delicious rhythm.

It’s too much for me. I’m so tight and aroused, I come straight away. Sweet pleasure explodes inside me, flowing through my veins like an unrelenting river in a storm.

“Oh, God…Dorian,” I cry, letting my head fall as stars speckle my vision.

“Fucking hell, little lamb,” Dorian groans, as my walls quiver around his length. “You’re going to fucking ruin me.”

Oh God. I don’t think I’ll ever forget those words.

He speeds up, going faster and faster. Then his thrusts become harder, each one filled with raw possession.

He starts fucking me and my body relishes the pleasure of just having his cock inside me.

Waves of pleasure ripple through me in a wild, glorious sensation, and all I can do is grip against the wall to stop my soul from leaving my body.

My orgasm rises again, hot and consuming, like lava in an active volcano.