Page 50 of Vow

“There’s my good girl,” he murmured along the back of her neck. “You look good like this, Haven. Ass high for me, thighs wet with your cum, and bound up in my tie. Fuck, too good, really. Do you want my cock now?”

Even her words had to be measured.

She chose the right one.

“Please,” she breathed.

“And you’ll lick me clean just the way I like when I’m done, won’t you?”

“Yes.”

Hell, she would beg to do it.

If that’s what he wanted.

There was nothing quite like the taste of her on his dick after he’d been fucking her.

“That’s what I want to hear,” Andino said.

It only took one flex of his hips, and a hard tug of her body into his, and he buried his cock into her aching pussy. Slick enough to take him, Haven relished in the way her body was stretched open for every inch of his cock, and the way he held her tight to his cock once he was balls-deep. That first thrust was accompanied by his palm slapping her ass.

With the next thrust, another slap.

And then another.

“Jesus Christ,” Haven whined.

She thought her voice was too high—too lost.

And yet, she didn’t care at all.

Not when he was fucking her like he was.

Deep, hard thrusts that shook her bed, and had her body aching for more. The tie around her throat kept her hyperaware of every single move he made. From the movement of his hips driving into her from behind, to the way his cock glided along her G-spot with every thrust. It only added to the bite of pain from his hand cracking against her ass with every other thrust, and she was so hot that it almost felt unbearable.

Except it wasn’t.

It wasn’t even close to enough.

Her cries became a catacomb of noise to her own ears—sounds that melded and mixed with the slap of skin on skin, and his rough words in her ear.

Who else is going to fuck you like this?

Who else owns you like this, Haven?

Who owns your body?

“You,” she choked out through the second orgasm that ravaged her senses. “You do.”

That was the terrible part of all this.

She was never going to escape him.

Not entirely.

NINE

Andino moved quietly around the bedroom as he picked up his discarded clothes from the night before, and shrugged them on. Snaps waited patiently by the bedroom door, never moving unless Andino called him in. He’d went out and brought Snaps in once he figured Haven was going to let him stay the night.