Cruel Vows

Unhinging my jaw, I wait for his assault. He slips into my mouth and I groan around it, loving the way it feels as he goes all the way to the back of my throat.

My reflexes hold out for a while before I gag on him.

His eyes dilate as he watches me. “I’ll never get enough of this hot little mouth, Paisley.”

I let him take all the control, thrusting in and out of my mouth as I suck on the length of him.

“Fuck, baby, just like that.” His jaw clenches as he gazes down at me. “That’s so fucking good.”

I can’t take it anymore as the need between my thighs becomes unbearable. I reach down and rub my clit.

Massimo’s eyes flash as he notices. “Such an insatiable little cunt you have.” He pulls his cock out of my mouth. “Time for me to fuck it.”

I moan and eagerly wait for him to move around me, but instead he lies down on the bench.

“Hop on, baby.” He puts his hands behind his neck and I quickly shift, so I’m straddling his thick thighs.

This is the first time I’ve ever been on top, and I feel at a loss about what to do. After all, I was a virgin before Massimo and he’s taken the lead every time.

He senses my apprehension, smirking slightly. “Don’t worry, princess. Just move your hips and fuck yourself on me. You can’t go wrong.”

I swallow hard and then lower myself over his thick cock, groaning as my pussy stretches around the thick girth of him.

The moment he’s inside of me, all apprehension fades as I move up and down on his cock. My body is desperate for it as I roll my hips and fuck myself on him.

Massimo watches me with such intensity, his large hands gripping my hips firmly but allowing me to take control.

It’s an odd power switch, one that I’m sure won’t last long. To be in total control as I chase my orgasm, grinding myself on him.

His eyes dilate and he grunts. “Fuck, yes, Paisley. Keep doing it just like that.” The words of encouragement spur me on as I fuck him harder, moving so my feet are on the bench so I can get more leverage.

Massimo’s eyes widen as I ride him harder and deeper than before, spurred on by my need for him. “God baby, you are going to make me cum so fucking fast.” His hands grip my hips even harder, but he doesn’t stop me.

Instead, he lets me increase the pace, chasing our mutual pleasure. I’m on the edge, so close to coming apart.

I hold eye contact with him, knowing that I’ve never felt so connected to another person in all my life. A man who a month ago I hated and yet as we fall into this rhythm of fucking and sparring, I’m finding the hatred dimming.

Perhaps it’s even morphing into something deeper and more profound.

There was no denying that since the day I set eyes on Massimo Morrone, sparks flew. And then he acted like a jerk and took me against my will and made everything far more complicated.

If he had just acted like a normal human being and asked me on a date, perhaps everything between us would be different.

“Paisley,” he growls my name as he meets my thrusts. “Come on my cock so I can fill you up, princess.”

I clamp my eyes shut as his command is enough to unravel me. “Yes, sir,” I cry, slamming myself down on him even harder as I climax.

“Fuck,” He grunts as he comes apart, shooting his cum deep inside of me. “Take every drop, baby.”

I adjust myself so my feet are on the floor as my legs ache and lean forward, kissing him passionately.

“That was so damn hot,” he says, searching my eyes. “You fuck so good.”

He kisses me again before pulling me off of him. “Now, I think I’ll have some Chinese food.” He winks at me. “After all, we’ve both worked up an appetite.”

I swallow hard as the Massimo I know returns. The grumpy version of him that walked into this gym is nowhere to be seen now, and yet I feel disappointed that he won’t tell me what is wrong.

Plastering on a forced smile, I nod. “Yeah, I’m starving, and I told Mia I’d be back quickly.”

He raises a brow. “Well, you lied, then.” He glances at his watch. “You’ve been gone about half an hour.”

I adjust my skirt and swallow hard, wishing as Massimo’s cum drips down my leg that I’d worn panties. “Do you think she’ll know what we were up to?”

He smirks as he pulls his sweatpants up and grabs a clean t-shirt off a rack to the side. “For certain.”

I swallow hard as he grabs my hip and pulls me against him. “Let’s go and order.” We return to the kitchen together.

Mia shakes her head. “Won’t be long, hey?”

“Sorry, I got distracted.”

She sighs. “Not to worry, I’ve already ordered as I’m starving, so I just picked like half the menu. There has to be something you guys like from what I ordered.”

Massimo and I laugh at how impatient she is and sit down on a stool at the island, falling into comfortable conversation.

My chest aches as I glance at Massimo, realizing that somehow the anger I felt at first is fading. Instead, I’m starting to like this new life he’s forced me into. A life that was far better than the one I was living before I met him.

It’s hard to hate someone who has literally freed you from borderline slavery, even if this life is merely a better version.