Cruel Vows

Massimo grabs my panties and inhales, the sight of which is savage and yet so fucking sexy. “I’ll never get enough of how fucking delicious you taste and smell.”

I snap then, lacing my fingers through his dark hair and pulling him close.

“Good girl,” he breathes barely audible before his lips are on mine, claiming them with such raw passion it makes me ache all over. And then he slides his finger in and out of me, finger fucking me as his tongue dances in and out of my mouth with pure desperation.

When we break apart, a cruel smirk curls onto his lips. “On your knees, baby.”

I glare at him, as his cockiness always irritates me. “Why?”

“Because I won the bet, which means I do what I want with you.” He grabs my hair and forces me down. “And I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

I swallow hard as he unzips his pants, anticipation increasing my need. It’s so damn dirty fucking in here like a couple of sex-crazed maniacs, and yet at that moment it’s all I want. Despite my desire to hate this man, there’s some palpable and twisted desire that draws us both together like magnets.

His cock is hard and dripping with precum, making my mouth water. “Open wide.” His dark eyes watch me as I stare at his cock.

“What about the—”

Before I can finish the sentence, he thrusts his huge cock into my mouth and forces my jaw open. I flick my tongue around the head of his cock, making him leak precum into my mouth. Arousal like none I’ve ever felt pulsing through me as I suck him eagerly, enjoying the way his eyes darken as he watches me. The power I feel when I’m on my knees, making him pant for air, is intoxicating.

“Fuck, Paisley. I love how good your mouth feels,” he purrs, watching me like I’m the only thing that matters on this planet. “Keep doing it just like that.”

I moan around his cock; the desire increasing as he continues to talk to me.

He grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking me toward him so his cock slides into the back of my throat. “Such a good girl,” he purrs.

My thighs are soaked at this point, as his words only arouse me more. I sink deeper on his cock, gagging as I try to swallow every inch. Every time he has me in this position, the desire to please overwhelms my disgust for him. It’s addictive, watching a man like him grunt and groan because of something I’m doing.

“Oh fuck, princess.” There’s a lack of control in his voice. “You’re going to make me come right down that hot little throat,” he growls, yanking my head back forcefully with my hair and reclaiming his cock. “And that’s not what I want. I need to fuck you.” He pulls me out of the cramped stall and pushes me so I’m facing forward against the wall of the bathroom.

His rough hands grip my hips so hard I know he’s going to leave more bruises. And then he spits on my asshole. The cold feel of it in such a new place sends a zing of need through me.

I tense, wondering what he’s doing. “Massimo.”

He presses his lips to the back of my neck. “Ever since we met, I’ve wanted to fuck this pretty little ass, and I just won a bet that says I get to do whatever I want with you.”

I shudder as he inches a finger into the tight hole and moves it in and out. “What about lube?”

He bites my neck. “You’ve made my cock pretty fucking wet.”

My stomach flutters with butterflies at the thought of him fucking my ass. And yet I feel my pussy flood with more arousal at the mere thought, which doesn’t go unnoticed.

“And I think your pretty little cunt will make enough lube to fit every inch deep inside.” He rubs my clit, making my body jolt forward into the wall. He presses every inch of his muscled body against my back, including the hard, throbbing length of his cock bare against my back. “Do you feel how fucking hard I am for you right now?” he asks, teasing his hands up the front of my body and gently cupping my breasts. And then he moves one hand up to cup my throat, pulling me harder against him. “I can’t wait to test out your virgin asshole. And I bet deep down you can’t wait, either.”

Massimo grabs his cock and rubs it through my soaking wet lips before rubbing the head over my stretched asshole. “I’ll get it nice and wet with your dripping wet cunt, and then I’ll fuck this ass.” He doesn’t give me a second to anticipate his intention, as every inch slams deep into my pussy.

“Fuck,” I breathe, clawing at the wall in front of me.

“So fucking wet and ready,” he breathes, reaching around with his fingers. “Suck.”

I don’t ask why, eagerly opening my mouth and sucking his fingers.

And then he pushes them through the tight ring of muscles, making me groan.

“Relax,” he breathes, as they sink deeper and deeper. All the while, he moves his hips in slow movements, fucking me.

A low guttural sound comes from my husband as his fingers sink all the way in. “How does that feel?”

I moan, as it feels so fucking filthy and good at the same time. The idea of his thick cock in there instead is enough to render me speechless.

“I asked you a question,” he growls.

“Good,” I murmur, clamping my eyes shut. “Oh God, it feels so good.”

He kisses my neck and then slides his cock out of my pussy, followed by those fingers.

I whimper, knowing at any minute he could take what he wants and there’s nothing I can do to stop him. He rubs the head of his cock against my stretched hole.

“I’ve been craving this for too damn long.” He pushes forward and I scream as his cock stretches my virgin ass, popping through the tight ring of muscles. “Relax, princess,” he murmurs, stroking his hands up and down the side of my body softly. “It will feel so much better if you relax.”