Cruel Vows

She rolls her eyes and tries to leap off the desk, but I hold her firm. “There’s no escape.”

Her throat bobs as she swallows. “Then stop messing about and get this over with.”

I shake my head. “This will never be over with.” I yank her dress the rest of the way off her, lifting her ass to free it. And then I take a step back, admiring my prize. “I am going to have you so many times, you won’t remember your own fucking name come morning.”

Paisley shudders, shifting on the edge of the desk as I take in the image of her like this.

I move toward her and unfasten her bra, freeing those perfect, large breasts.

She blushes a deep pink, and it’s beyond adorable to see her so affected by me, as I move my attention to her panties.

They’re nice white lace panties, which I take the time to peel down her thighs, letting my fingers skate over her skin softly. And then all that’s between us is the device, which I unlock and toss aside for good.

“I’m sensing a real imbalance here,” she mutters, glancing at my pants, which are still on.

I raise a brow. “Are you asking me to take my pants off for you?”

Her blush deepens. “I’m just saying, I’m feeling underdressed.”

I move my hand to the button of my pants and undo them, lowering the zipper and then dropping them to the floor. My cock is hard and framed in my tight boxer briefs.

Paisley’s eyes flash with desire when she sees it and she clenches her thighs together.

“That’s right, princess. Not long until that greedy little cunt gets to swallow every inch,” I murmur, dropping my boxers to the floor and stepping out of them.

She licks her lips, eyes fixed on my cock.

No matter how much she tries to reason with herself that she doesn’t want me, or can’t because of the way I took her so forcefully, she can’t resist this burning chemistry.

I move toward her and stop between her thighs, letting the heavy press of my cock rest against her center.

She gasps, eyes dilating. “Massimo,” she breathes my name, eyes searching mine.

I rub the head of my cock through her soaking wet entrance, coating myself in her juices. And then I drop to my knees in front of her and suck her clit into my mouth, making her jolt forward.

“Fuck,” she mutters, lacing her fingers in my hair. Her eyes clamp shut as I watch what I do to her. A sharp moan escapes her lips as she arches her back, pushing her greedy pussy closer to my mouth. I give her what she wants, knowing she deserves this and more after the torture I put her through.

“Good girl, let me taste that delicious virgin cunt.”

Her lips purse and she looks down at me the moment I use those words. Both the phrases, good girl and cunt, seem to wind her up. She groans as I lick a path through her center, barely touching her clit and tasting that sweet, honeyed nectar. And then I slide three fingers inside of her, which results in a spine-tingling gasp as I continue to lick and suck her clit.

I don’t have the patience to go slow, not tonight. Once she’s on the edge of oblivion, I will thrust every inch of my dick deep inside of her and claim her as mine unrefutably.

Paisley’s muscles contract around my fingers as I repeatedly hit the spot inside of her that I’ve learned drives her wild, licking and sucking at her clit as I push her toward the edge.

“Oh God,” she cries, tightening her grasp in my hair until it’s almost painful. “Massimo,” she cries my name.

I stop abruptly and pull my fingers out of her, which results in a growl from the woman before me. “What the hell?” Her eyes are wide and full of irritation.

“It’s not time yet, princess.” I smirk at the way her nostrils flare. “My cock is going to be deep in that virgin pussy first and then, if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come.”

Paisley draws in a deep breath and exhales, her chest rising and falling more frantically. “Then get on with it.”

“Are you begging me to fuck you?” I ask, grabbing her thighs tightly and standing between them. “It sounds like you can’t wait for your husband’s dick.”

Her cheeks turn a deep red. “No, I’m saying get on with it.”

I can’t help but smirk as I drag the tip of my cock through her dripping wet folds, groaning as she coats me. My princess will learn that she doesn’t get a say when she’s with me. “I’m in control, baby. I’ll get on with it when I’m ready.” I grab her throat and squeeze, making her eyes roll back in her head. “Do you understand?”

Her throat bobs under my hand, and she nods her head once.

“Tell me what I want to hear.”

Her eyes narrow, but I can tell she’s too needy and desperate for release to resist. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” I purr, tightening my grasp on her throat. “Now tell me, are you ready, princess?”

Her answer is inconsequential, as this is happening whether she’s ready or not.