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Oath of Sacrifice (Deviant Doms 4)

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“I’m on birth control. Use a condom. Do whatever the fuck you need to, Santo, please.”

I remember the first day she touched me, how I came so hard I saw stars. Her touch was magical, and I’d wanted her so long I came alive when she touched me. Since then, we’d played around and I’d touched her, I’d made her come as well. But never… God, never.

“If not now, when?” she whispers, her eyes filling with tears. Her slender hand reaches for the top of my jeans and unsnaps the top snap. My hard cock springs free. She licks her lips when she strokes it, and once more I’m that boy craving a hand job from the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.

“Please,” she whispers.

I bend and kiss her cheek. She strokes again, and my cock throbs at her touch. Slowly, she slides me along her belly. “In me, Santo. Please. I’ve got condoms.”

“Soon, baby,” I whisper, and I mean it. “Soon. Not now.”

She yanks my head to hers and kisses my cheek.

“When?”

“I want to take my time with you. I want to feel you.”

I want to remember you.

With a small nod, she strokes my cock. My hips jerk. She slides to the floor in front of me, her sex-sated eyes on mine.

“Let me taste you.”

I sit on the edge of the bed and spread my legs. I hold her gaze when I nod. She takes me fully between her lips.

“Fuck,” I mutter. Outside in the hall, voices rise and footsteps fall, but it’s only background noise. My total focus is here, with her, the feel of her tongue sliding up and down my shaft.

I relish every stroke of her tongue. I jab my fingers in her hair and pull, eliciting the sweetest moan from her. She’s so eager to please me, I’ve never seen anything like it in my life. Her hands knead my thighs, then one hand cups my balls while she sucks my cock. I feel the rising need, but with every jerk of my hips and groan that escapes my mouth, she only sucks more eagerly.

“I’m gonna… fuck, baby,” I groan.

She nods in approval, closes her eyes, and sucks when I come against the back of her throat. She swallows and eases me to completion, her own moans filling the room as if this is all she’s ever wanted, right here with me.

I can’t think beyond the blinding bliss, the feel of her hands, her tongue and lips and perfect submission to me.

She nestles her head in my lap when I’m sated. My breathing comes hard and fast, and hers like fluttering butterfly wings. I lift her onto the bed and hold her, but minutes later, her hand strokes my chest, she lifts off my shirt, and her bare cheek presses up against me. When her tongue flicks against my nipple, my dick’s hard again. I reach for her breasts and fondle and suckle while she does the same, whimpering when I touch her between her legs.

“Sit on my face,” I order with a slap to her ass. She scrambles up, limber and eager, her knees spread over my ears while I suckle her needy pussy and she takes my cock again.

I make her come on my mouth and she sucks my dick over.

And over.

And over again.

“Fuckin’ two-person orgy,” I mumble, drunk with sex, my beard and nostrils filled with the sweet, seductive scent of her pussy. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes half-lidded.

“Fucking perfect,” she groans.

“I have to be downstairs in an hour,” I tell her. We sat out lunchtime, but many did. I have to clean up and get ready to do my work, she’s got to check on Natalia and check in with the girls. I hear approaching footsteps and freeze with her still on my chest. The room’s heavy with the scent of sex.

But the footsteps only retreat. “Come shower with me. Don’t wash your hair. Get dressed and head downstairs while I work on surveillance.”

She stays snuggled up against my chest before she nods and sighs. “I will. I wish we didn’t have to hide. I wish we could share this room together forever, and that you could fuck me for real.”

I kiss her cheek. “I know, baby. I want the same.”

“And I want more than this,” she says, her voice shaky. “Santo, I know eventually I’ll be sent to someone else. And I know Romeo will do his best to make sure…” her voice trails off like she can’t even talk about it. “I don’t want anyone else,” she finally says.

I don’t respond at first. I’m not sure what to say. She knows I share this sentiment, but we both know I can’t declare my love for her and fuck everything our brotherhood stands for.

“How do you know?” she says, tracing her finger over my collarbone. “How do we know that if we told Romeo how we really feel…”



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