Page 73 of Broken Vows

He lifts me up, cradling my naked ass. I wrap my legs around his waist, kissing him, tasting myself, tasting him, breathing in his air. He walks me over to my bed, and with how ravenous, hungry, possessive he was just a moment ago, he now lays me down gently. He climbs on top, one leg between mine, and drags his lips across my neck.

Is this actually happening? Is the very man I once loathed really sliding his hand down my body, firm yet gentle, owning, yet exploring? This touch, this moment, is surreal. I feel like I’m going to blink, and he’ll be gone.

I climb on top, straddling him, and rock my naked pussy into his gloriously hard cock under his sweatpants.

Urgency builds again in my core. I grind into him, rushed, hungry, desperate. So fucking desperate. “I’m tested and clean,” I say breathlessly between kisses.

“Me too,” he says as he dips his head and licks a nipple.

My head flings back and I dig my nails into his neck. “I’m on the pill.”

“Good,” he says among the beautifully dirty slurping sounds.

I need him. Right now. All of him. I’ve needed him this whole time, since I met him seven years ago, since I reunited with him. Everything I’ve held back these last few months has peaked, and my body screams to be filled. I grab his jaw and force his head up.

“Are you gonna fuck me yet?”

The smoldering, fiery look he gives me shoots straight through me. I lift my hips but don’t climb off, terrified if he gets up, he might leave. He can’t leave. My desperation to have him inside of me, to have him claim me, is all-encompassing. He slides his sweatpants down past his hips. I climb back on top, and palm his huge, beautiful cock. He’s so much bigger than I’ve ever had, and it’s going to hurt like a bitch going in, but I want the pain. I need the pain. His breath is heavy and rough as I hover my wet flesh over him.

God, I want him. So, fucking bad. But I want to see him hurt first.

Time to make this motherfucker beg.

When I don’t put it in, his expectant, furious, lust-filled eyes glare at me. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” I say huskily into his ear, dragging my tongue up his deliciously salty neck as I circle the tip of his cock against my shamelessly wet cunt. He lifts his hips, and I sit up, not giving him access until I get what I need to hear.

His fingers dig into my hips so hard they’re going to be bruised tomorrow and I’m hungry for him to mark me. Power surges through me, and now I know exactly how he felt earlier when he made me beg.

“I want to hear you ask for it.” The deliciously torturous words fuel me. I lower myself, just a bit, brushing my silky wetness against his crown. “Tell me how bad you want me to ride your thick, beautiful cock. I want to hear how much you want to fuck me.”

He swallows, heavy, hard, his chest springing frustrated beads of sweat. “Please,” he says through gritted teeth, and oh if it doesn’t make me melt. For years, I’ve waited to hear it, and I want to absorb it.

“Again,” I say as my heart gallops in my chest. Feral, primal, desperate eyes pierce into mine. I lick his mouth, pull him in for a hard kiss, and release.

“Please,” he growls again, and I can’t hold back anymore.

A burn ravages me as I sink into his cock, not even adjusting to the size. “Oh… God… oh shit… oh God…” The sharp, stretching pain is heaven. It hurts so fucking good, and I want more. I want him to stretch me and break me and heal me. My tits bounce as I fuck him, as I slide up and down, bucking against him, building momentum.

“You’re so beautiful, so fucking beautiful…” he groans. The sounds of my thighs slapping his lap, of wet kisses, of my nails scratching, joins the screams and moans. His hands are at my hips, guiding me, lifting me up and down. His mouth meets my neck, my jaw, my tits, back to my neck. Firm hands grip me tight. He bucks his hips to my rhythm, slamming into me, going impossibly deep. Its dirty, messy, totally unhinged, and I’ve never been more sheltered, protected, alive.

He’s holding me so tight. All I want is him. It’s so good, and I don’t want to come yet, but my walls clench around his cock, and waves tear through me, shaking me to my core. He holds me and lets me ride it out, lets me use him for my needs. His movements stop as I collapse against his shoulder, as my breaths shatter, and my heartbeat pounds. My limbs are gummy and boneless. He’s still hard inside me, but he stays unmoving, waiting for me to calm down.

When I do, he scoops me up and lifts me from the bed, then lays me down on my back. He kicks off the rest of his clothes, then climbs on, grinning at my wide eyes. “You think we’re done?” he says with a smirk. “Oh, beautiful girl… we’re just getting started.”

He then lowers himself, positioning himself between my legs. He kisses my lips, my neck, my jawline. His fingers lightly stroke my nipples, my thighs, my breasts, until my body turns warm again. When I do, he gives me a look. And when I nod, he thrusts into me so hard, my back lurches and my breath seizes. Holy shit. His body owns me. His cock fills and stretches me again, and the pleasured pain is so savagely good that I’m moaning and panting and screaming into the room. He hooks my legs over his shoulders and slams into me so deep, so hard, I blink away stars. I feel like I’m going to break, but it’s the sweetest, most delicious pain I’ve ever felt.

He keeps pushing into me, breaking and healing me with each thrust. My body builds again, and he slams, so fast that the bed springs screech for mercy. His body tightens, crushes me, and I can’t fucking breathe but I don’t care if I ever breathe again.

“Right there, yes, Jesus fucking Christ, Lexie, you feel so good.” And when I quiver and shake and scream, he shoots into me. His cum overflows and drips out, and I want to stuff it back in. I want to lick it and swallow it and keep every part of him in me.

When he catches his breath and slides out, I’m prepared for him to run. To leave me. To say it was a mistake, and it should never happen again. That this was a rebound, and he’s heartbroken over Annabelle, and I was a temporary means to a painful end. I hold my breath, wait for the crushing rejection to hit my heart, and prepare to camouflage the pain of absence.

But that doesn’t happen.

Instead, he scoops me into him, guides me to his chest, kisses the top of my head, and falls asleep.

32 Lexie

After Theo gave me the most mind-blowing sex of my life this morning, he fell asleep like he’d been chasing it his whole life. For the first twenty minutes, I lay there, as still as I could, but trembles ransacked me. After destroying my body in the best way possible, I was sticky, sore, and sweaty. I convinced myself that if I moved, he’d wake up, apologize, and leave.