Page 37 of Jealous Vows

“What are you doing, Sienna?”I ask.

“I don’t know.What areyoudoing?”

I sigh.She shakes her head.

“No, seriously, what are you doing?Are you just being nice to me because you don’t want to break your plaything so quickly or is it pity or guilt or—”

“All of the above are factors but not the reason.Answer the question,amore mio.”

“Fine.No, I’m not too sore and stop with endearments,” she gripes.

I roll her onto her back and pin her down with my weight.She grimaces but wraps her legs around me.

“It looks like you’re not ready,” I snarl.

She rolls her eyes.

“I’m fine,” she insists.

I brace my weight on one forearm and wrap the other around her lower back.She hisses and writhes when I lift her ass off the mattress.I thrust my hips and groan at the hot, slippery glide of her pussy along the underside of my shaft.Her gasp travels down my spine.

Despite her insistence—and eagerness by the slick coating us both—I don’t believe she’s ready for what I want to do to her.

“Kiss me,” I demand.

“Make me,” she challenges.

She almost wins.I almost dive down and plunder her mouth.She’s too addictive.I’m too desperate.

I refuse to lose control again.Her lips tremble.I slip my arm out from underneath her and trail my fingertips up her side.She shivers.I cup her breast.Her lashes flutter.I bite my bottom lip and glance at the bandage on her shoulder as I let it slip free of my teeth.She swallows.

I take a page out of her book and respond the way she has to me countless times.

“Fine.I’ll just have to kiss you, then.”

Her chest rises and falls along with the rapid beating of her heart against my fingers.

Keeping my weight on her, I slide down and press my lips against her sternum.She gasps and buries her hands in my hair.The sheets feel like sandpaper on my cock compared to her silky skin, but the friction zings up my spine and down my legs so hard my ass muscles tremble.

I lick and kiss a winding, sensual path over her chest.Closer and closer to her nipple but not quite there, I tease her as I should have during her first time.

When goosebumps rise on her flesh and her nipples stand at full little peaks, I chuckle and brush my lips along the bottom edge of her areola.She whines and tugs my hair as though to guide me.I nip.She yelps.

The sound almost breaks the dam and floods the sheets with my jizz.I take as much of her breast in my mouth as possible, run the flat of my tongue over the whole of her nipple, and suck.

She screams and bucks.I growl and consume until her nails scrape my scalp and her screams morph to pleading.

“It’s too much.Not enough.Please, Romeo, I—”

I sneak a hand between our bodies and find her clit.After circling and flicking along the sides, ensuring she’s wet and ready, I pull back the hood and flick my middle finger directly over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

I angle my head, unwilling to relinquish her delicious breast, and watchmia bambolina’sface as she comes apart under the ministrations of my mouth and hands.Her release coats my fingers and wets my chest.

The moment she sags, I pull my head back until her breast pops free of my mouth, crawl up her body, wedge my thighs under her ass, and wrap my hand around her throat.She shudders and meets my eyes as I slip my drenched fingers to her entrance.

“Still not too sore?”I challenge.

She shakes her head.I smirk and look down our bodies.